Make Africa Great Again

The second of three presidential debates in America had tongues wagging at its fiery prospects even before the pundits were done dissecting the first. And by the time the hopefuls had shaken hands at the end of the second show down, Americans had already branded their latest presidential contest a farce. ‘Lowest point in presidential debate history‘, one online article insisted. I decided to take a look at it for myself, my curiosity appropriately becoming unbearable.

Honestly though, I was a little disappointed. With all the uproar, I expected to see some blood at the least! But that’s just me!

That being said, Donald J. Trump doesn’t deserve to be a butler in the white house, let alone be trusted with nuclear launch codes. He is abrasive and divisive at a time when America needs to show unity amidst major global uncertainties and local upheavals. He’s a tad dodgy about his taxes and how much he is really worth, has a low opinion of members of other races and has no respect for women. His apology for ‘that tape’ was as sincere as my smile on a Monday morning.  Sure, he does raise relevant concerns close to American’s hearts; the state of the economy, the high cost of health care and a shaky foreign policy and he has a huge following to show for that. But the pressure he will have to tackle as president and the kind of work that needs to be done will not be solved by a disruptive and condescending character. Americans need a steady and strong hand to lead them into the next phase of their future.



According to the comments and posts I have seen, a significant amount of people outside America, especially Africans, don’t quite understand how Trump got just a near-step away from the white house in the first place (probably a little bit of envy as well!), not least because of his opinion on African Americans and Hispanic migrants and more recently, women. Ask the next bugger on the street and they would laugh you off for suggesting trump be their president. Yet for all his weaknesses and unfitness for the office of the most powerful person on earth, he still rates, in my opinion, better than a vast majority of African leaders, if not all. The ‘farce’ that was the debate notwithstanding, Trump and Hillary somehow managed to speak about health care, energy, education, Russia and Syria, tax reforms and much more. In their quirky walkabouts, they still found time to speak about more worthy issues than all our politicians have ever done in their political lifetime.

See the puzzling conundrum?

Why would we as Africans, I included, be opposed to Trump being the president of a far away country when we tolerate mediocre and petty leaders here? How do we put up with lies, divisiveness and phony election pledges? Why are we so sober in discussing America’s obvious gaffe but can’t see our own faux pas? Why do WE allow OUR leaders to divide US into ethnic and racial vehicles so they can ride into rich sunset after plundering OUR wealth? Are the requirements of a president or any other elected official different around these parts?

I truly believe that if anyone is unfit to hold the office of the president of the United States of America, they shouldn’t be fit to be president of any other nation.

Integrity isn’t bound by geography.

Make Africa great again!


First published on Akoma, written by yours truly!


War On Nice

The world is in uproar, has been for a while. There seems to be a discord in various societies around the world about the same thing; good men. “Where are all the ‘good’ men?” “The ‘real’ men?” “Why cant I find a man who knows what it means to be a man?” I would have loved to tell you that I have found the answer and it is somewhere on this article, but there is no simple solution to this problem. No one sentence that will solve this pandemic. I agree that good men are in short supply. Aggravating this fact is the on going of the war against the ‘nice guy’.

Now now, I see you rolling your eyes and thinking this is one of ‘those’ articles, but before you close this tab let me tell you what this post isn’t about;

1. This is not an attempt to tell women who to date or marry.

2. This is not a boohoo article to make you feel sorry for anyone.

3. This is not a whinny piece about being friend-zoned or any other zone kids come up with these days.

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The Matatu Survival Kit

We were all laughing at the young lady behind us. She was clutching for, pretty much anything. Her seat, the seat in front of her, the seat behind her including the people in those seats. She was probably saying her final prayers. “If I survive this I will become a nun, please Lord”.  The other lady next to me kept explaining with a heavy Danish accent that they were warned about our (in)famous Matatus. Unfortunately for them the driver was having a ‘party of the lanes’ much to her disgust. “This is very different from Odense”, she insisted.

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May The 13th

In May of 1996, it had been raining heavily, kind of like how it has been pounding the city this week. But on this particular day, the 13th of May, there were only light showers. A couple of people were taking shelter in buildings around the city as is the norm, to wait for the rain to subside. In one of those buildings right in the heart of Nairobi’s CBD, a slab from the roof wetted by the rain, collapsed, coming down on the people who had gathered below. 16 people died that day and a lot more injured. That was 19 years ago today. It’s hard to imagine that all that time has passed already.


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April’s Guests; How Are You, Really?

How are you?

That one simple question. It makes you think, doesn’t it? Well for others a ‘Fine Thank You’ would suffice. It normally would for me too. But not today. Today I’ll be honest and give an answer that really depicts how I am.

Everyone wants an occupation, something you can delve into daily and pour your heart into it and hopefully enjoy it at the same time. It gives people value and a sense of belonging. A sense of taking care of ones own needs. Well I lack that. I could delve into how I got into this situation but what is more relevant is that I am here. Now. I can tell you that after 2 and a half years of independence, this was the last thing on my mind, this situation right here. I can honestly say my job search is going. Just going. Five months down the line and I can’t seem to find a company that wants me. It hurts to say the least. In more ways than can be fully articulated. So you ask how am I, really? I am not fine.


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April’s Guests; Achievement.

As a student, that is a word that has been drilled into my brain. Achieve good grades so that you can get good scholarships. Achieve leadership positions in clubs so that you can put them on your resume. Achieve a good job so you can be called successful. Everything we work in toward in high school and college, whether we know it or not, is to achieve success in the form of a comfortable income, an enjoyable job, and maybe even a spouse and 2.5 kids.

Of course, I want all this. I want to get good grades. I want to build my resume. I want to earn a job in my field. And I am taking steps to achieve these goals. I do my homework. I study. I try to be involved in clubs, although it is hard to find the time. I’m looking at applying for internships soon. But sometimes, I look at these goals and wonder how much they are really worth.

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#FriendlyFridays; E- Enough

Ameena; The name’s Ameena and I’m a medical student, a psychology enthusiast and a self appointed mental advocate… But mostly, I’m just a random 19 year old surfing her way through life with poetry and writings. A picky reader, obsessive thinker, school lover and a hearty laugher. Poetry is my Passion. Care to join me as I randomly surf through life?

Randoms by a Random


The soul- it craves,
Always wanting more;
It’s needs, satiated-
It knows not enough.

This greed, grows bigger,
Watered by money lust;
It sprouts a garden,
Taking over decisions.

Money knows no boundaries,
It is up to us-
Direct the soul towards,
Learning enough.

Enough! enough!
plants of love erupt;
The weeds of greed-
Diminish the voice.

Once beautiful garden,
Is now filled with thorns;
A sad fate awaits one-
Who knows not enough.

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