STORIES FROM MY HEART

 1500 hrs: Jomo Kenyatta International Airport. It was one of those days when time just stood still, my SAA flight to Jo Burg was either running late, or I got to the airport too early, traffic on Mombasa road isn’t the sexiest place to get stuck in on a Friday Afternoon. So with extra hours to kill, I roamed the duty free shops inside the Jomo Kenyatta international Airport, wishing I had an Ipod, however much I hate the way those cords stick out of people ears. I had packed in a hurry, and forgot to pack a good book. So I look for a book store, passing by some Nigerians speaking rather loudly sitting on the floor, their plane must have been running late. Either that or they had been left, they were not happy, Nigerians are very loud people, that’s normal, but when they are angry, the voice meter hits red and stays there. " Oga? how you think am gon go home now, me I had a godam meetin in abuja tonight, now am still here, how many dollar you think i lose , are you gon pay me now...

Back to the basics; I have continued to battle with words that sound politically correct in recent days, including trying not to read between the lines in our daily newspapers, when indeed, the news is all between the lines. But in the same way that one loves with the heart and not with the mind, then, one can only be correct or wrong, disregard political, and it’s corrected-ness or lack of, that has found us a place with the pigs, even when our so called intellectual minds sit, sipping a chocolatey mocha, loving the nightly news or the bevy of beauties gracing the screens these days, the back and forth news of Premier today, no Premier tomorrow, sharing today, no sharing tomorrow. But, the pain that’s deeper in my heart, is that I have smelt burning, not flesh, but concrete, black smoke, money and hard work smoked up to the heavens that shot them back down for discoloring the pure white clouds above, on that day when traveling back to Nairobi from Kitale, my mind racing with ...

Intellect? the faculty to reason objectively(oxford) To think, to see ahead, objectively, cleverly Such a little word Yet so ignored,and we think we are...intellectual. Intellect? Is that what will save Kenya from a sunken hole where some of our African Brothers and sisters have sunk into for many years? Afraid to come out even in starlight yet we seem to enjoy, the smooth slide into darkness we left intellect at home to sleep on the queen size oak Lamu bed in the mansion we live in when we are happy Intellect? is that what it's called when i talk about the FTSE as if I was born in the bourse? If I rise above the politics and settle with hoping that politics and economy can be oh so very different? Am I intellectual? Or am i just optimistic? and when I do not know my trivia, but I follow the resilience of the Kenyan markets after poll violence? is that intellect Or I am just being foolish? When I know, what's to buy, and what's to sell Stocks and shares that build the world...