So I have decided to start a series of the things that make or define Kenya: the funny, sometimes ridiculous things that define who we are and what we stand for. Kenyan made is just me defining our lives in a completely different light. Mostly the crazy stuff, the mundane stuff, the real stuff, the Kenyan stuff. So to start us off, let’s begin with the basic Kenyan made stuff…Mutura! Right? If you live in Kenya, mostly Nairobi I’m sure you have come across Mutura and if you are not, Mutura (African Sausage)is stuffed cow’s intestines, roasted over a grill and enjoyed with Kachumbari (Tomato, onion, and Chili salad). Continue reading “Kenyan Made: Mutura”
On turning 40
“I am already planning the party in my head. It will be so much fun. My 20s were for retardation and stupidity don’t ask what but I did lots of reckless things. I could have died. My 30s were for establishment. I got married and started my business. I reckon that my 40s will be for enjoyment.” Continue reading “Suzie Wokabi covers True Love Magazine May 2016”
What is Nairobi Traffic? What is Nairobi traffic you ask? Well Nairobi Traffic is another planet where time stops in a ridiculous amount of time causing you anxiety, anger, bewilderment and even humor, sometimes. Nairobi traffic is a nightmare, or is it a bad daydream happening as you sit in the car crawling along the way to or from town? It’s crazy and it never ends! Nairobi traffic is like a whole social setting in itself, like a little town. Here you will find all sorts of people, and even businesses. It is somewhat a whole organization in itself created to test your limits of sitting at the same spot sometimes crumpled up like the pellets in an Orbit chewing gum (where’d they go to). If you have ever lived in Nairobi, people never want to leave this city, then you know this is a rite of passage of some sort, being initiated into the murky waters that is traffic in this capital city. Continue reading “Gotta love Nairobi traffic”
Tao sabini Tao sabini! Wanne iende! Wanne ijae! Apana chelewa kazi!
Those are the words that I used to wake up to when I lived in Ummoja One. It was always like an alarm clock that told you time to get your ass out of bed and start getting ready for work or whatever it is that you would be waking up to. The bus stage was as noisy as you can imagine with Matatus trying to outdo each other on the loudest Music systems, Horns and the latest graffiti. It was chaotic but a good chaotic scene, which I loved to just watch all these elements trying to get to their destinations. Fights broke out, fights were started, fights ended and frights were resolved in the same space at the same time and with the same players of the Matatu script, battle of the best if you will. Continue reading “Straight outta Ummoja”