Wam Literature

Kenya a lovely country with enterprising citizens and loudmouthed leaders has just made a discovery. She has oil. That thick black liquid is flowing within the veins of this exuberant country. Phew! Slowly we are burying the hoe and going mining. The capital city is relocating to northern Rift Valley if my prospects are to be believed. Ten years ago the North of Kenyan had always been in Ethiopia, right now its warming up to become one of the Kenya most admired county and with flourishing investments. Developments will blossom and before long I will be relocating to the now cool north. Evidently enough, the navigation toward the north has heard a tale of a forgotten area. We do not have roads but camel tracks. If you believe me then you are either blind or have never travelled beyond. In the desert looking for a track is tougher than looking for that needle in a haystack, better put, several camels would have made it successfully into the eye of a needle by the time you scream e...

The media ran a story concerning red meat and cancer a couple of days ago. The may point of concern was, red meat could be a major contributor to cancer cases. The advice then, which I believe has to be branded on butcheries and packaging material of the red meat, “excessive consumption of red meat can lead to cancer.”   This scientific discovery is quite timely and of course carries more weight than any other discovery. Yea, it offers solution to a field where there is none. It also has a ring of truth. Statistics show that cancer cases have been on the rise. A quick glance of the number of butcheries in a certain hubbub answers all your questions. History of meat consumption The thought of red meat being a murderer had me thinking, it took me to the time of Abraham, a man who was known to roast meat, read lamb, even when there was no reason to. This guy had an insatiable appetite for lambs. Yet he died peacefully as predicted by God. I thought of my ancestors, they too...

       When you look around the vast expanse of Kenya, you see a beautiful grandeur with quite an interesting tinge of a welcoming common farmer. This farmer toils  day and night to make a leaving and even educate his/her children. You will also see peaceful neighbourhoods where the men exchange news from Nairobi as they lazy the day off and the womenfolk till the land.       Young boys will be spotted digging or looking after the cattle and later playing football. These images are a mock-up in almost all Kenya with slight variation as it may be. Quickly scan your mind into the Kenyan slum, and this image though dirty and disoriented has that sense of harmony. Young boys will be seen playing games and some women keeping mama mboga busy with stories, call it town gossip.        Now creep into the Kenyan affluence and that smile that was forever ached on your face fades with a façade grim ...

Vision 2030, a dream on every Kenyan mind could remain just that if any of the event of the past few years are anything to go by. The post election violence was just that tip of the Iceberg. It tore the country into ugly, tribal lines, showing the teeth of vehemence withheld. Then came the arduous journey to reconciliation. This journey has moved sluggishly showing just how much our leaders have become redundant to kill the only dog they can easily use for security when the worst come biting. What do you expect anyway? Every Kenyan knows where their loyalties lie; to the tribe and secondly a distant far, the nation. Government appointments are exemplary, brandishing the tag with pride and ‘dignity’ it so deserves. The vein of everyone young and old flows this blood. These tribal divisions are to lead us to the dream 2030? No. Parastatals. These are also the benchmarks for our economy. Gradually, they have been privatised. Some still in the grasp of the state, but I bet priva...

Our education is under siege. It always has been. It is only now that it has taken a new twist that we did not anticipate. We have blatantly talked about the discrepancies in our system pin pointing where the morass lie, but little has been done to restore or even repair the leak. Right from the beginning, strikes have mired our system. Burning of the schools taken a better part of life. Bombululu and Kianguli will forever remain ached in our memories. The bitter pill we pay due to our negligence. We claim to be a society that is upright; we openly cuddle our young and shower them with love. Love? My foot! Why don’t we pay attention to the little ones crying? Can’t we at least spare some time to listen to them? Where did parenting go wrong? Or does it mean putting food on the table is parenting enough? Bombululu and Kianguli were just eye opener. They were a reminder of how wrong our parenting is. It showed the ineptitude of all of us, teachers and parents alike. I don’t w...

The Kenya Certificate Secondary Education results are out, celebrations renting the air, mockery and hate breathing hard on some individuals’ heads. Morning comes, evening drowning the sunny day. He, Kenyan teacher toils each and every hour. Kenya Certificate of Primary Education results were also out and we had the norm, harassed a little by the unannounced deaths of a few young Kenyans dissatisfied by the life of books, I bet. Celebration or no celebrations I do not care. At stake lies the life of a teacher. This fundamental human being rises up with the birds and sometimes sleeps late after everyone. This species is under siege, performance its nightmare. Society not only needs education it also yearns for performance and with the media turned paparazzi; one could tell the heat burning the teachers’ bottoms. A teacher is just simply one who is given the guidelines to help a child to know. Performance is vested on the kids’ willingness to follow instructions as dictated. W...

When things go wrong on the Kenyan football front, everyone is on the forefront, throwing insults at the failed management. I wish I was among those who manage the game in the country. There is every reason I should be the one, belching fire on  Kenyan fans, where are they? Back in time, Nicholas Musonye, the CECAFA General Secretary was in a fit of rage over the poor fan attendance over the Cecafa event which had been hosted by Kenya. The Kenya Premier league is about a month old. Clubs have tried the much they can to purchase players, a culture new to Kenya. The organizers, who are well known to exchanging bitter words or better put, washing their dirty linen in the public, have shaved off that part. We now have a better football. We sign even professional players from other countries and are optimistic to a better football. All in all, these attempts are just one sided, while stakeholders fight to rescue this industry, the fans are either an uninterested lot or have dir...