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Thursday, March 22, 2007
Challenges
How To Launch Unsuccessful Political Campaigns
Two Smoke-free Years
Today is the 2nd anniversary since I stopped smoking. 24 months. .........Yipeeeee!!!! I started smoking in 1990 and only stopped in the early part of 2005. In those fifteen years I estimated that at the average rate of five sticks a day, I lit up as many as 27,300 cigarettes or 1365 twenty-stick packets. These are not pretty figures and bring nothing but misery and regret to my mind. How could I have been so stupid? Was I deaf to all the facts and reason around me? Anyway, on a chilly March morning two years ago, I finally found the resolve and will to break away from the shackles of nicotine addiction. It did not take too much effort and in retrospect, it seems all the time and effort I had put into a thousand and one attempts to break, may have amounted to nothing. Granted that I am not a very impulsive decision maker and that I usually plan an action in my mind before I can actually do it; I think that the morning of 22nd march was just a culmination of a long process. I had stopped smoking in my mind so many times and all I needed was just a single step in that direction. Though I puffed away without care, deep down I was in turmoil. I hated very many things about smoking. I hated being reduced to a sneaky character who was always on the look out for an opportunity to smoke at the office, in family gatherings. Always on the lookout and anticipating, hoping no one will be offended. I had so many reasons to stop. My mother was one of the reasons. She had prayed and prayed that I would kick the habit. She never gave up on me. She was the happiest person in the world. My wife had also picked my mother’s cue and was on my case. At work I had a trusted coterie of fellow smokers that had accepted its fate of being thrown out of the building and being forced in to the parking lot where we met at least twice in the day to indulge and chat. Another major reason and which broke my heart into small pieces was once when my two year old son picked old filters from the flower bed at our home and started proudly imitating my smoking to a full living room. Hey, you laugh it off, but deep down it nags you. What example was I setting to my kids? Their propensity to emulate anything I did was obvious and high since I was their first port of call in their socialization journey. I am not an extrovert, but I am surrounded by the very best exponents of the touchy-feely philosophy in my social circle. When you are a smoker, you become conscious that your breath and stale tobacco in your clothing may offend people around you. Your clothes absorb and retain smoke like they were a magnet. Adults are hypocritical, but when you deal with children who have no inhibitions or favours needed, then you should expect some blunt truths coming your way. It’s with this in mind that I recall my disdain and dislike for the society peacocks seeking to plant pecks on my cheek. For fear of offending them with my stale smoke odour, over years I developed a defense amour that included obstructing them with an overstretched hand and a stern business look on the face. The romance department also suffers from the excesses of smoking. However deep a ladies feeling for a man are, a smokers kiss does not rank very highly in anyone’s romantic-things-to-do list. On the health front, being slightly overweight and a dedicated smoker was double jeopardy for my health. A recent article in the Standard newspaper bares it all as follows:- Giving up smoking has instant benefits.
Within 20 minutes, blood pressure and pulse fall
Within two hours, lung airways relax, making it easier to breath, and the volume of air our lungs can hold increases
Within eight hours, carbon monoxide levels drop to normal and the oxygen levels go back up to normal
Within 24 hours there is a significant reduction in the risk for heart attack
Within 48 hours, damaged nerve endings start to regenerate, so the senses of smell and taste become stronger
Within 1-3 months, lung function and circulation improve significantly
Within five years, the risk of lung cancer is the same as that of a person who has never smoked
Smoking also causes financial strain as it is an unnecessary expense. I look back with pride at my victory over nicotine, but it is hard to ignore the scars and bruises that the habit leaves behind like stained teeth and unseen damage to the lungs and arteries. Although there is a comforting body of research findings indicating that as soon as you stop, your stains are forgiven and your tired lungs are on the way to regaining their innocence, it is not easy to forget the sooty past. If you are a smoker and trying to quit, don’t give up. One day you will gather round enough resolve to make this very personal decision. Its your lungs, your health your life, your decision. Take control for you. For me this second anniversary is no mean feat and I look forward to another thirteen years to even out the fifteen year damage.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Coin collecting as a hobby for my son Gregory
Kenya’s own Stephen Covey
Mr. Eric Kimani (www.erickimani.org , www.palmhousefoundation.org ) who is the CEO of Sameer Africa, has previously worked for KTDA, Williamson Tea, C. Dorman, Morrison Products and Daweto/Group Four Security. He is a member of Baraka, an investment club of prominent Kenyans structured on the now oft-emulated Trans Century model. He also sits on numerous Boards as well as running Palmhouse Foundation, one of the most successful local trusts specializing in offering poor students scholarships all over the country.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Emali-Loitoktok Road and your next kachumbari dish
Four decades after we attained independence, the South Kajiado hinterland of Loitoktok and home to the red onion, can shortly be accessed via a bitumen standard road (tarmac); according to a tender appearing in the local dailies. The 100 kilometer road operationally known as C102, starts from Emali Township on the Mombasa-Nairobi highway and ends at the Loitoktok Border. I once used this road in the nineties and the memory of the born-jarring rock-strewn trail are as vivid today as they were the five hours we used to reach Kimana Sanctuary on the fringes of the Amboseli/Mzima eco-system. Driving a Nissan van on that road made us feel like we had inappropriately dressed in jeans and t-shirts to a formal dinner! Every one of the very few and scattered vehicles we saw on that road, was either an old battered Land Rover bearing farm produce or an equally weather-beaten lorry. Boulders with a six inch diameter pave the full length, rendering the drive on15 inch tires to an awkward dance akin to a bare feet walk over smoldering charcoal. I don’t know the history of the road and whether politicians have used it as a bait to get elected, but I know that some very fertile farmland on the foothills of the mighty Kilimanjaro was turned into valueless patches of ochre colored soil. I also know that Kimana Group Ranch has the most compelling tourist product in the form of the Kimana Sanctuary. The weather in this region is the most ideal for red onions, and I know Kenya will get the veggie cheaply if the road opens up the hinterland. The livestock farmers will also gain as will the residents of the border town from whatever products there are on the other side. I look forward to my repeat visit to Kimana, maybe attempt an ascent of the Kilimanjaro, maybe drive into Tanzania through Namanga and out at Loitoktok or explore the Chyulus from the Loitoktok end. I am exited by new roads. The construction of one is an exercise in patience, but when you know that the end product will be like (see picture), holding your bated breath, crossing your fingers and hoping is easily done for the 24 months it may take to complete this road.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
A birthday potrait from 1930's

I got the attached tattered photo from family archives the other day and would not have thought much about it until the finer details of the occasion were brought forth.
Some background information would be good at this juncture- My grandpa , Joe (3rd right) was born approximately in 1907 and died in 1953 at the age of 45. He had seven wives and tens of children. Majority of his kids (my uncles and aunts) were born on the mid to late 1940's and a few in the first three years of 1950's decade.
By way of a career, he was a court clerk and may have quicky learnt his bosses' ways because he owned a bicycle, a few buses (with his three friends) and a stone house complete with a "bathtub". The bathbub was my first source of fascination with grandpa Joe- it was actually a three-feet partitioning of his bathroom which two of my grandmas had to fill with warm water for his bath every morning. Another wife would push his bike to the road ( a few kilometres away), while yet another would be carrying his work shoes, coat and a three-legged stool. My grandfather and his butler (for lack of a word to describe his foreman) would follow behind and on reaching the road, proceed to dress by the roadside and depart for work on his bike. The same party would form a reception committee to met him whenever he came back from his posting.
He was such a colourful character, but he was not destined to live to his old age. He was survived by at least five of his wives, who helped us paint a mental potrait of Grandpa Joe over the years. Only one grandma survives today.
Back to the picture (guesstimated to have been taken around 1935), the occasion was the birthday for his firstborn daughter and child (centre, front row) accompanied by his first and then only wife Grandma Isabel (3rd left and holding a baby) and a bunch of his friends, agemates and villagemates. Who would have thought that our ancestors would have thought much of a birthday!
Taking such a photo was definitely a herculian task. To start with, the studio was probably in a local town some 50 kilometres away. There was no tarmac and for their dressing to remain so clean and in place, some effort must have been put into it. Notice the polka dotted ties and kerchiefs. Mind you this was over 70 years ago.
I hope to find more of these photos next time I go to the village and gather more anecdotes on the lives they led. Would you believe that I have in my possesion Grandpa Joe's Driving Licence from 1953!
The more things change, the more they remain the same.
Tuamke Tafadhali
Friday, January 26, 2007
Rift Valley Fever (RVF) reaches Nairobi
Thursday, January 25, 2007
These Kenyans! Part III
Friday, January 19, 2007
Sideshows: Wanjiru and her glory need help.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
These Kenyans! Part II
Note:The italics are mine.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Of Memoirs, Biographies and Autobiographies of Prominent and not so Prominent Kenyans
There used to be a column in one of the newspapers or magazine titled “Stranger than Fiction” in the olden days, which made me a reality buff very early in life. Although I have devoured shelf-loads of fiction, my appetite for the real life has always been very high. No amount of fiction can match what factual accounts of real life can dish out. Fictional autobiographies are especially a delicacy because you can almost feel the author going all modest and humble in their accounts. There are no overstatements in this genre, just understatements. The best reading available is therefore about real people, real events and real places. For a long time, Kenyans were accused of being averse to telling their stories. There has been a glaring dearth of the thinking behind events and people that shaped the history of this nation. To date we have suffered from a one dimensional view of Kenyan history as told by the colonialist and their lackeys. The history of a people or nation is especially sweet when told from varying angles and by people of different persuasions. I remember a quote by some wise guy about how when men write their autobiographies, they are all modest, but when the history (the autobiography) of nations is written, modesty is thrown out of the window. For me, the year 2005 and 2006 will go down in memory as the period in our national life when the floodgates of memoir-land opened and it is therefore heart warming to note that suddenly our current and former politicians, professionals, clergy, activists and academia are jostling to tell their stories. I believe in the last six months or so, we have had at least one autobiographical book being launched every month. The most recent is former career civil servant Duncan Ndegwa’s Walking in Kenyatta Struggles, My Story, which vividly illustrated, on its first day of serialization in the Daily Nation, how the nation lost the road map to integrity when the founding “father” in the space of two tabloid pages apportioned from the public a farmhouse in Nyandarua, and excised public land in the Aberdare forest to farm tea. All this less than one year after we got our independence. That was the backdrop of my search online for any biographical writings on Kenyans. I was pleasantly surprised at how much is available. Yes it’s true that we have not been very visible, but there are enough books to keep an ardent reader busy with at least fifty titles that I came upon. Of course this being personal space, I choose to ignore many titles that did not fit my beliefs or gave uneducated and un-Kenyan perspectives or are for a younger audience. For a country that has no set and acceptable values and whose people love glorifying success by hook or crook, there is no shortage of colourful crooked characters whose lives; I have no interest in learning about. My views will however not stop the biggest thieves from cleaning their images and coming back to us as philanthropists per excellence. It is akin to going to the confession booth, spewing out your small dirty secrets and sins to the padre. He requests you to say your Hail Mary’s and all is forgiven! That is the extent of Kenyan’s forgiving and docile nature. As a country we have no way of giving these guys the collective middle finger. Some like reformed Kiriamiti who dabbled in literature after a life in crime, did not fit the bill. He had fictionalized his life in crime before realizing that an autobiographical account of his life in prison would settle the incredulous and enthusiastic applause he got from his audience. That is cashing in on one’s notoriety. I see this in the same light as the rest of the world saw OJ Simpson’s ill-fated attempt at fictionalizing his wife’s murder. I also note from recent press coverage, that Mark Too a.k.a. Bwana Dawa has also intimated that he will write his memoirs soon. I don’t look forward to reading this one. Kamlesh Pattni is also reported to have tried his hand in writing and will launch a 70-page book titled Leadership and Handling Conflict in Leadership co-authored with Tom Namwambah, a lecturer at Kenyatta University Harun Mwau, is in the fray and recently wrote” a 676-page Kamba Dictionary. The dictionary contains three parts i.e., a Kamba-English definitions, Kamba-Kamba definitions and English -Kamba definitions. A recent newspaper article described the author as “a household name in the Kenyan political and business community. Having once contested the presidency on the PICK party is a also a successful businessman in the clearing and forwarding industry, banking, supplies and sale of consumer products. He is a recipient of three presidential honours namely CBS, OGW and HSC. Apart from being a writer, Mwau is an accomplished marksman and ballistic expert.” Anyhow, I have compiled a list of books that I would love to have in my library and time allowing to read: -Unbowed- Wangari Mathai -Raila Odinga- An enigma in Kenyan politics by Babafemi Adesina Badejo -Bthwell Ogot- My footprints in the sands of time- An Autobiography -Koigi Wamwere I refuse to die – My journey for freedom -The Mediator- General Sumbeywo -Moi by Andrew Morton -Strong in the storms: Archbishop Manasses Kuria, A Biography by Musalia, Martha Wangari -Fighting without ceasing by Likimani, Muthoni -From simple to complex: The Journey of a Herds boy, an Autobiography of Joseph Mungai, -The will to succeed- Micah Cheserem -Walking in Kenyatta Struggles, My Story- Duncan Ndegwa -Unquiet: The Life and Times of Makhan Singh by Patel, Zarina -Cardinal Otunga: A Gift of Grace by Ogola, Margaret & Roche, Margaret -Karimi Nduthu: A Life in Struggle by Mau Mau Research Centre -Kenya: a prison notebook by Kinyatti wa Maina -Justice on trial: The Koigi Case Koigi wa Wamwere -Reflections of my life (From 1924 to 1996): A Memoir of a Retired Kenyan Member of Parliament- Malinda, Thomas -Alibhai Mulla Jeevanjee by Zarina Patel -Nothing but the truth: The Story of a Surgeon with Four Wives, An Autobiography Dawood, Yusuf K. -Joseph Daniel Otiende by Peter Wanyande -GG Kariuki- Illusion of power (the) reflections on fifty years in Kenya politics -Joseph Muthee- Life as a Mau Mau Detainee I would also love to read these Americans since these particular books are intertwined with our country and people:- -Rogue Ambassador- Smith Hempstone -The Audacity of Hope- Barack Husein Obama -Dreams from my father: A Story of Race and Inheritance - Obama, Barack The online bookstore Africa Book Centre http://africabookcentre.com was a wonderful find in my search for biographies, autobiographies and memoirs of prominent Kenyans. Not only did I find the few books I had in mind, but I also found numerous others by Kenyans, on Kenya and also a few from Kenya’s past. In the future I look forward to seeing more writings on Kenyans with a genuine track record of interest to the country and world. I don’t see why the lives and achievements of the likes of Kipchoge Keino, Joginder Singh, Daudi Kabaka, Bishop Muge, Paul Tergat, Tegla Lorupe, Moses Tanui , Fadhili Williams or John Ngugi just to mention a few compatriots in music and sports; cannot be in the public domain. At least their God-given talent was there for all to see. In a race, everybody sees the winner. Unlike politics where the loser with the help of a plum office, cash to buy a writer and move the wheels of PR, can twist the truth to sanctify his horrid life without batting an eyelid.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The Joy of Giving
Monday, January 08, 2007
E-Wishes Part II
- I have deposited prayers, love, joy, prosperity, peace and laughter and all blessings in your bank account. Use without limit. The pin code is merry x-mass and a happy new year!
- Uji-enjoy siku ya krismasi, hiyo ni siku yenu….si ni kweli? Ni lazima ukubali na roho yako wewe mwenywe. Lakini sio kuregarega kule na kule kwa sababu wewe ni yule yule, na utabaki pale pale huko ukifanya kazi hiyo. Sisi tutakuwa hapa hapa tu maana hiyo ndio kitu ya maana! Na hatuwezi kukataa maana, tutakataa namna gani? Tutakubali tu! Tukikataa hiyo itakuwa ni ukumbavu, bure kabisa! Merry xmas!
- The Lord has opened a bank account for you- No. 2007 at Universal Bank of Blessings. Your new balance is 365 DAYS. May you continue to enjoy his presence & love through out the year- happy New Year!
- The year 2007 is a year of HARVESTING, did you plant in 2006? If you did not, you have exactly 4 days to do so. God loves you.
- On behalf of Bill Gates, Roman Abramvuch, King Fahd of Saudia Arabia, HM The Queen of England, George Bush, Osama Bin Laden, Wayne Rooney, Didier Drogba, David Beckham, myself and other rich and famous people in the world, wish you a happy new year.
- A relaxed mind, A peaceful soul, A joyful Spirit, A healthy body, A heart full of love. These are my prayers for you and your family this year!
- May the fleas of 1000 camels infest the balls ot the idiot who tries to mess your 2007, and may his hands be too short to scratch them! Happy New Year!
- Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbours and let each New Year find you a better man! Happy New Year!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
My Travels My Travails @ THE COAST
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
These Kenyans! Part I
Thursday, December 28, 2006
A leading exporter of broadcasters
As a country we have only exhibited prodigious talent in athletics at the world stage. Our scientists, writers, actors, engineers, inventors and artists have not found room at the very top of their professions, save for an occasional loner here and there.
We have displayed flashes of short-lived brilliance in the spheres of diplomacy and peace keeping (and maybe in the beauty and modeling department), but we don’t have the staying power to be recognized as a having a clout in these areas.
What I mean is that Brazilians will have a resounding presence in the top 100 footballers in the world. Scandinavians are crazy and competent in motor rallying. Jamaicans can sprint. Croatians are good in basketball. Cubans and Thais can box. Cricket makes the Indians and Pakistanis go gaga. Italians can sing opera. The French are good in matters culinary. And yes Kenyans and Ethiopians can run!
Apart from athletics the other one area in which we have had a more than fair per capita share at the world stage would be in the area of electronic broadcasters. When you think about it, we have Zain Verjee, Jeff Koinange at CNN, Solomon Mugera at BBC, Esther Githui and Vincent Makori at VOA and probably a few others with leading media houses out there.
Is this a specialist area for Kenyans and should we concentrate on giving the world more? Maybe the brand of English and Swahili taught and spoken here have been our unsung heroes in aiding our people conquer the broadcasting world. Or is it our education system? Is it exposure?
The
new crop of journalists follows in the footsteps of successful old-timers who had already made an impact in their own small way at the world stage. We had Mohamed Amin and his poignant portraits of a hungry continent in the 1980’s. Salim Lone had also excelled in communications at the UN. Shabanji Opukah still reigns at the London office of BAT. Although environment may play a role in nurturing world beaters, it helps to have worthy role models.
My contenders for the seamless entry onto the world stage woul
d include Lillian Muli, Louis Otieno and Julie Gichuru from TV. They are real and have the confidence and presence to carry them. A number of their peers have, however, decided that imitation is the best form of flattery and today you have many young pretenders on the small screen trying too hard to be like Richard Quest.
The common factor in the rise of all these world-beaters is a sound foundation in technical knowledge by way of journalism or communications studies. Our local Radio “stars” on the other hand are a motley of backgrounds; from bank cashiers, taxi drivers, IT specialists, lawyers, anthropologists, actors, budding musicians, comedians, dancers, et al. The common denominator here is that they passed a “voice test”!
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
My goals for 2007 and beyond
My Children
-Spend quality time together -Shield them from negative, tribal, class and narrow attitudes -Invest for their education -A family vacation every August
Money -Live within my means, no credit cards, no borrowing, if I cant afford it then I don’t need it -Make sure I save at least 15% of my income -Ensure I invest at least 20% of my income
Health -No fatty foods, eat more natural and boiled foods -No sugary foods, -More fruits -Exercise at home, use the stairs at work and walk everywhere else Relationships -Make more time for Family -Find time for all my friends pro rata -Keep in meaningful touch with all my old friends, acquaintances. Nurture friendships
Hobbies -Travel and see more of the country -Go camping at any opportunity -Travel to neighboring countries by road -Travel to India, Pakistan, Dubai, SA, China, Thailand, Australia and Brazil -Learn how to swim -Rekindle my interest in photography
Writing -Specialize in my writing -At least two posts on my web log per week
Retirement -Start planning the building my retirement home in some exotic locale. To be complete in another 15 years














