KENYA 2011: The Triumphs, The Disappointments

The year 2011 has flown just like that (snap of a finger). Grand plans hatched at the commencement of this year are yet to take place. heads have rolled, lives have been lost, dreams shattered, evil triumphed, marriages broken and hearts famished. Heads have been raised, lives edified, dreams achieved, evil shattered, marriages strengthened and hearts congenial.

All these defines the whole caboodle about a calendar year. lemme take you through a series of situations or persons that have made this year memorable in Kenya.

Mike Sonko
He is the crubby cutup this time, then the barmy convivial philanthropic politician the next time. The petty bourgeoisie view his blathers bellyful; the commoners are acquiesced with his brio. The enfant terrible youthful MP who has a knack of blings and asinine dumboism is a brand of comical relief whenever he appears in News, a change from the fatigue tales of daily corruption and ineptitude tribalistic diatribes emanating from politicians.

Roseline Nasimiyu
Newsmaker of the year. The young lass enraptured the country with her stoic determination to fight cancer. The doughty cancer ambassador hopeful catchet raised spirits of many in the same situation - or worse - and brought to light many of her kind who lack spotlight but have a story to tell. Her song 'I Believe' has graced many phones as ringtone and various radio stations countrywide.

Churchill Live
Perhaps the most popular television program in ages here in Kenya. Aired by NTV, Churchill Live is a comedy show by country's top comedians, Dan 'Churchill' Ndambuki and Eric Omondi. The show has nurtured the likes of Masanduku Junior (also JB), AKA, Fred Omondi et al to their proffesional careerism; a successful fete indeed. it has demystified the lifes of country's top-dogs andaccused of breaking the public's ribs on a weekly basis due to excessive humor.

Safaricom
The elephant with the greatest success in the country. It pays the country's Caesar in terms of US dollars. Although it has been forced to dance of late, Safaricom is still an apogee of business acumen-ship, entrepreneur-ship and determination.
Bob Colllymore, the company's honcho has changed the company's marketing strategy including a shift from output to outcomes, from value propositions to value conversations, from differentiated products to products making a difference, from value chains to value cycles, from competitive advantage to constructive advantage.
Their products are way above in terms of quality and innovation. say safaricom cloud and webbox.
Safaricom's advertisements makes others look like a child's play.
Finally their CSR is an envy to all other corporations in Eastern, central and Southern Africa.

Kenyans 4 Kenya
An adventitious project that saw fellow Kenyans and well-wishers contribute generously towards a kitty that would eradicate hunger in the country after the beleaguered government's dawdling. Hatched by the brilliances of Bob Collymore and Dr. Martin Oduor-Otieno the CEO of KCB Bank, Gina-Din Kariuki - the adept communicator, Jeff Koinange and strengthened by media personalities, artists and business moguls. Kenyans remembered they still posses one of the greatest personality gifts; that of generosity and love.

Francis Atwoli
A fervent civil society crusader whose government has received his flak. Cheat his people and his effusive protest will halt the country's economy if need be. The government has constantly been kept at toes with his castigation on food and fuel prices, salaries and corruption.

Alfred Mutua
Heheeeee...

Kenyan Army
Al Shabaab took the country into delirious  aggro after series of attacks and barbarism undermining our sovereignty. The Kenya Army, under the aegis of the president, has undertaken its priority to completely annihilate and bowdlerize these fiends inhuman in nature.

Nicole and Muturi
The Mucolegate saga took the country by storm one Friday morning, thanks to the fatuousness of the intelligent-dwarfs duo at Classic radio morning (and evening ) show. It got viral and frenzied the whole nation akin to Makmende, the country's hero.

Citizen TV
Perhaps the crux of media efficiency, Citizen TV undoubtedly has ruled in the game this year. The news-anchors are flashy, others fleshy. Their journalism is top-notch, their entertainment admirable and there game way up there (my hand is raised). I still remember when they were under-dogs, when news-readers (they couldn't have been anchors) would share oversize blazers and advertise laughable commercials eg Nyamakima butchery. Kudos!


Prof. Olive M. Mugenda
The Kenyatta University Vice-Chancellor, Board member of  Association of African Universities, Vice-President of International Association of Universities among other accolades, Mugenda is probably the beacon of success to the country and the world. She is rarely heard, nor known, but her works are been felt globally. She is an entrepreneur extraordinaire, transforming Kenyatta University into the most dazzling and envied institution of higher learning - socially, academically and economically.  The country is lucky to have such a brilliant personality in its vicinity.

Juliani
Julius Owino is arguably the most celebrated gospel artist for a long time coming.
Possessing an unmatched socio-political nous, beautifully tempered in spirituality, Juliani comes correct with an infectious message of religious, social and political emancipation, fresh and relevant in today's society. His sleek and unique lyrical flow, passionate delivery and electrifying performance have collectively and officially hailed him as "an important voice for our time" (Eric Wainaina).

Equity Bank
The bank of commoners has surpassed international-league banks from a micro-finance. It is the biggest in terms of customer base, accounting up to 57% of bank accounts in Kenya.

Politicians
The crop that enervates depression during news with their derogatory crud, escapades and nauseating brouhaha. Lemme list the different types of these kind:
The Hague 3
The underdogs - the likes of Jeremiah Kioni
The evince - Peter Kenneth and Raphael Tuju, he who of saseni argot.
The Bumptious -Cheran'gany MP
The Clandestine - Harun Mwau
The Congroscenti - Martha Karua, Ababu Namwamba and the likes
The Presidential Aspirants
The Speaker, the person who speaks
...and the rest

Jeff Koinange
He brought in a new style of broadcasting, a new way of presenting news, a new way of interviewing people. Capital Talk has graced people of all walks of life share a bench with Jeff and air out their views and bios in dramatic way. Jeff Koinange...what a man!

Prof. Wangari Mathai
Her death brought the country to global limelight and her cause was echoed all over the world...again. She was accorded a controversial state funeral, her body interred but her dreams thriving and effective.

Kenya Shilling
The Kenyan bob hit an all high of 107 to the US Dollar this year causing havoc and blame-game in the business world. Inflation is barbarically low with fuel and food prices astronomically high wallowing citizens in abject misery and walletically traumatic.

Kenyan Road Accidents
The country was assaulted with un-imaginative accidents that plagued our roads. Lives were lost, many wrecked. Psychological trauma to those who survived is still magnanimous.

Commissioner of Lands
Zablon Mabeya. The fetid and fatuous fink with a grain for brain. His enpassant replies onto the Syokimau demolition were exacerbated by arrogance. A post that has security of tenure can surely afford the public a derogatory catarrh for answers, while a 'what will you do?' attitude graces his emetic countenance.

Taisez-vous, salope

My next-door-neighbor is not a nice chic. She is a biach.

I have no remorse, only passion, when saying that. I shout from the roof-top with a megaphone shouting bitch! bitch! yeah bitch...

Wow! That feels better. Therapeutic. Marshal in the decadence of FIDA on my face. Sue me with the stench of women groups. The fact remain, Mary is the bitchest bitch in the bitching history.

I moved in  the estate early last year and due to my busy schedule i rarely saw her. Whenever i did, my heart would gulp and knees weaken. I wished for a recognizance from her, a beckon from her manicured wicked finger, a haunt of husky voice, a beg to toy with her ample bosom.

I even rescheduled my school plan and lagged within the strategic positions of the estate a lot. She failed to rekindle my teenage-hood crush. Every time she chanced upon me, her gaze would be indifferent; the way you can view a wall on the hallway because you can see it.

Her eyes refused to collect the sightly pressed shirt of a lone brushing against her shoulder, the wearer strong in poise and confidence, a stretching smile revealing dazzling teeth. Her nose forfeited the alluring overtones of  Yardley cologne, triple-applied this time for her sake, an appalling sacrifice. I tried again, then again. I eventually gave up.

I failed to understand why she, a rogue vixen, that nympho-wannabe, would discard my presence with indignation. You see, every day different cadre of men would pay ritual visits in her crib in an increasing frequency. White, blacks, reds. Luos, kalenjins, Kikuyus. I knew they were Kikuyus if they took a maximum of three minutes in her room.

 I had to confront her.

I caught her just when a burly toad of a man scampered from her room tightening his leather belt with what looked like a satisfied grin on his sweaty face. I locked the door and eased myself on the seat before saying a crooked hi.

She opened her eyes large and upon seeing me, her pupils slit. Imagine, like a cat's. I felt elated. Two glasses of Old Admiral was having the desired effects.

"What are you doing here, John?" she hissed.

"Ahh! So you know mine name!" I almost hissed back but laughed contentedly. This was becoming pleasant than i thought.

"I have a visitor in ten minutes," a assertion.

"Ahh! Visitors...," I belched. "What fancy name rich for men-whore!" Dagger looks. Then furious serenity. The calmness on her face was unnerving. I regretted ignoring the third glass. "Ok, i got clarifications here ma'am. Am I not fit to be christened a visitor? Am i not a man endowed with two balls and a shaft? What do these men possess that i so lack? Balls of brass or a golden shaft! Huh?"

I watch her wince through the entire diatribe. her shoulders crumble, her eye-lashes crest-fallen. It suddenly hit me hard, looking at her insecurity, how young she was. Sixteen? Seventeen but hardly twenty. layers of mascara and cheap make-up had aged her considerably.

"Wallets," she was barely audible. "They have fatter wallets than you, John. As fat as their tummies girth. their minuscule, pitiable wee-wees are more satisfying when accompanied with shekels than your purported vivacious rod held in place by your mother's pocket-money. A girl like me cannot live by joyous thrusts alone but by every coin that emanates from such activity. Am sorry, John."

I was shattered. I was devastated.

In my room it became clear that money had rendered many men sex-less. A pitch for a dip.As giggles started wafting from the room beyond i felt like shouting, "SHUT UP BITCH!"