Showing posts with label guest writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guest writer. Show all posts

Monday, August 12, 2013

City Park: The People’s Park Saved through Public Action




By Bettina Ng’weno

 As a child growing up in Nairobi in the 1940s and 1950s my father, Hilary Ng’weno, would visit City Park regularly.  Part of a gang of children from Muthurwa, Pumwani, Shauri Moyo and Kaloleni he would walk across town on a Sunday to hear the Police or Army marching bands play in the Bandstand. The children would then head for the Maze.  This was one of their favorite activities.  At the maze would be Kenyans of all walks of life, Africans, Asians, Europeans, the young, the old, in families and couples and of course his gang of children.  The children, being regulars at City Park, had figured out how to get to the middle of the maze and how to get out again.  They loved to see adults get lost in the maze and be unable to find their way out. How clever they felt. 

The children loved to come to City Park to see the monkeys and squirrels.  It was their escape into nature.  My father remembers the sounds of birds as the sound track of the park, providing atmosphere and novelty for the children as they explored. Heading home at the end of the day they would pick zambarau and loquats from the trees at Pangani long ago planted by Indian Kenyans as they settled this part of Nairobi.




Declared a free public park in 1932 City Park is Nairobi’s only municipal park with indigenous forest. City Park also has planted gardens, rivers, hiking trails, a bandstand, and cemeteries for Catholics, Anglicans, Jews and veterans of the First and Second World Wars, providing diverse outdoor interests to visitors.  This biodiverse park with 1000 different species of plants and animals is also rich in history as the final resting place of the freedom fighter and socialist Pio Gama Pinto (assassinated in 1965) and our second vice president Joseph Murumbi. Murumbi’s love for African art is celebrated with the Murumbi Memorial Sculpture Garden.

City Park exists today because in the 1990s Nairobi residents took action against a grab of the park.  Forming Friends of City Park, they protested the conversion of public land to private land in newspapers and government offices.  This public action finally led to the gazettement of City Park as a National Monument in 2009, protected under the Museums and Heritage Act.  Today people from the City Center, Embakasi, Kibera, and Kasarani make up the majority of the visitors to City Park.  They still come to be amused and amazed by the monkeys.  To experience the greenery so absent from their everyday lives. Sadly the bandstand is silent as the last band played there in the late 1970s.  And even more sadly the maze, entertainment for so many over the years, is still under threat of being grabbed. Almost 20 years ago some Nairobians stood up so that we would be able to enjoy this free public park as they did. Would you do the same?












-THE NAI NI WHO FESTIVAL THA HAPPENED AT CITY PARK DID SEE FOR THE FIRST TIME; IN OVER 30 YEARS; TWO BANDS PLAYING AT THE BANDSTAND. READ MORE THE FULL DETAILS HERE-http://bukhungubukhanga.blogspot.com/2013/07/nai-ni-who-weekend-mash-up-extravaganza.html


Friday, August 2, 2013

STYLE; LOVE; AFFAIR FASHION BLOG WITH FASHION BLOGGER BRENDA WANGARI TRIX


Every girl strives towards achieving confidence within their own skin and what they put on; be it accessories; shoes or even clothes. Every girl has a fashionista capsule in them.
It is paradoxical that at times ladies feel more insecure but however; the remedy is simple-going with what makes your gut feel at ease.

The well poised Brenda Wangari; preens while talking about her fashion blog- the style; love; affair blog. She is smiling from her eyes; updating her blog; while narrating how she’s always been a lover of fashion.




Her blog will revolutionize your wardrobe if you are looking for tips on outfits fit for a weekend-out; various occasions; office wear; streets style and funk or if you just want a change of wardrobe.

With Nairobians fast adapting to some kind of style; and respect for fashion; especially when gracing events; you can’t afford to be left out and behind in this best dressed affair.
Remember; it is hard to let your guard down; and if you dress wrongly; people will probably judge you. So try to look good and take good care of yourself.











For fashionista Brenda; “we express ourselves through what we wear but we must also check out our body types. What looks good on someone else might not look good on you. After all this; take a bold step and embrace yourself-that’s love; style; affair; simple and forever.”


Thursday, July 25, 2013

NAI NI WHO: a festival of Nairobi neighborhoods; celebrating and exploring the Nairobian identity.


MAY 11TH- AUGUST 3RD 2013.
# NaiNiWho

Nairobi; brace yourself for a festival like no other! In May; on a clear Sunday afternoon; youth groups; fans and friends of the “Nai Ni Who” festival; took to Enterprise Road in south B’s industrial are to kick start the 3 month long series of neighborhood gigs.


With the Salvation Army band in tow; song; dance and merriment marked the boisterous parade that proudly wound its way around the estate’s shopping and residential areas. This is the first of 12 such celebrations across the city.


“(The festival) was something we had not foreseen,” confesses The Go down Arts Centre Director; Joy Mboya. Last year; in preparation of the Centre’s 10th anniversary; a series of conversations informally tagged ‘WHO IS NAIROB?’ were initiated across different spheres of society.

We began to examine the relationship that existed within the city; its ambivalence; history and evolution,” explains Joy.
“For us; the question of identity is primary;” Joy reiterates. That means that each neighborhood was required to reflect inwardly and ask them what their area was about: the good, the bad and the ugly. This makes the festival title apt as it makes a play on English; Swahili and sheng; as it begs the question, “Nai Ni Who (WHO IS NAIROBI)”.

South B resident, Zuhura Aden recalls hearing the loud parade as it made its way past her home.
“the band music drew me to the window and I saw lots of people marching on the streets; including the XYZ puppets of president Uhuru and deputy Ruto!” she says.




For her; a festival of this nature is necessary.
“We don’t often stop to look around at our environment and appreciate what we have. If people became more conscious of their surroundings; then we could all make Nairobi better in the long run. There would be no more dumping and littering.”

The festival has invited people to share their definition of the city. Some have called it “the heartbeat of the country,” “city of learning”, “maisha ya shida (difficult life)”; “a place for everyone;” while others simply just know it as “home”.






-this piece first appeared on UP Magazine. It was a piece by Wanjeri Gakuru.

-stay updated on where the action is happening via facebook: Nai Ni Who; Twitter: @NaiNiWho or visiting-http://www.nainiwho.co.ke/




Wednesday, July 24, 2013

ON A PIECE OF PAPER


On a piece of paper
I lay open my feelings and thoughts
I lay open my fears and tears

On a piece of paper
I find a friend to talk to
The writings comfort and console me

On a piece of paper
I speak to the world
I tell them of the longing in my heart

I write of my problems and fears, 

hoping that my tears wont erase my words.
 I scribble, hoping my eyes wont close from this exhausation.
 I support my hand as I write another line,
 to let you know of my pain.
 Hoping that you'll read this piece I am writing. 
Hoping you'll see my weakness and the dangers that pursue me.
 Without you, everything is hopeless.

 I am writing for you my love - On a piece of paper

I take letters from my heart,

 to quench this desire on this paper.
 My only friend, the paper has promised to communicate with you.
 I saw no other option. You refused to listen to me speak. 
You hanged up on me, you ignored my texts. I am not sure why you crushed my world.
 I built it for us hoping together we'd find a home 

and make an eternity of bliss. I am writing for you my pain - On a piece of paper

You closed your doors on me,

 leaving me to bleed to death, 
you let rain harass me out here alone. 
Yet you are my strength and warmth.
 I lit a candle in the rain, praying it wont die out,
 so that when you stared out the window you'd see me writing your name with wax on my skin.
 I tried everything I could think of but you my dear, refused to listen. 
I knocked on your door a million times until my coronation as "the king of broken hearts." 

Why my dear do you refuse me? Yet I am writing for you my efforts - On a piece of paper

I am lonely.

 I am tired of crying.
 Please I beg, remember me everywhere you go.
 I called your name daily.
 You were all I could think of thru' the night.
 I chased your shadow mostly, you were always too fast for me, for I would fall.
 'Cause I do not have my heart.
 You stole my heart. 
The fire you started in me has refused to die instead it has multiplied because of your walls. 

I am tired of this habit of writing - On piece of paper

Come to me my love,

 be my friend. Come I show you all the library of papers that have your name. 
Come comfort and console me. Come we preach to the world of our victory together.
 Come see my fears and tears.
 I wanna show you my feelings and share with you my thoughts.
 Please my lovely darling, help me breath fully once more.
 I do not want to die before holding and kissing you.

 I wanna write on your heart and not - On a piece of paper

Eddy Ongili
PenAftermath2013©

DEAR STRANGER



I wonder the array of confusion you brought to my
life
I wonder the throbs of my heart that you caused
with your smile
I let you in, with a conviction that I'd finally met
my angel
A sweet angel, who invaded the loneliness of my
sheets
Tearing away the cold, you did let the sun shine in
the night I met you
'Twas only this night I fell in love and got lost as fast as I saw you blinkin'.
Youmade me loose myself into your arms

O stranger
Dear stanger
O stranger, my dear
O dear stranger
Eddy Ongili

How wonderous were you to me that night you
echoed the motions of my body
When you did
infact bless me with a short but everlasting
remembrance of the joy you gave me
But as we
rose and fell in my bed, as we made love, I got
confused at your rubbing
I felt Aphrodite had misled me yet Cupid insisted I was at the right place I had to escape the loving grip of your lips
I had to move away from you


I never got to know your name

I never got to listen to your heartbeat
All I heard were groans and moans
But I did hear you say, you'd like to be with me - I
heard you say you love me


stranger

Why did I chase you away in the middle of the
night
Why, when I thought I had finally met my love
In some way, I thought you were just a ghost
haunting me, because of my loneliness But I felt
you, you were so real
I felt the touch of your kisses and hands
I felt you drinking the love in my cup, I felt you
enjoying the pureness of my cup


I hope you found somewhere to lie that night I

banged the door on you I hope you remember me
You brought something I feel I really need now
I need you stranger, atleast your name first
Where are you stranger?


PenAftermath(COPYRIGHTED)

YOU ASKED ME



You asked me if I could be your friend, your only
true friend - I gave you the world


You asked me if I could be there for you, if I could

come running to you in times of trouble - I
promised to be your friend forever


You asked me what it means to love, what is love -

I told of a love that's beautiful that only a friend
could give


You asked me if one day, I'll decide to walk away, if

anything got wrong between us - I reminded you
that no mistakes or troubles will ever seperate us


You asked me if I will not be there in your times of

trial, if I'd leave you when you needed the most - I
swore that whatever the circumstances, I will
respond to your calls and answer your texts


You asked me if I loved you, what I felt for you - I

said I love you like no one in this world. I
confessed my love to you that is pure and
appreciative, a love that will blossom forever, a
love that will make you smile whenever I texted
you.


You asked me if I care, if I could do anything for

you - I said, not the whole world could carry the
care thats in my heart for you


You asked me who I am to you, if I was just a

dream - I assured you that I am real, I am your real
and true friend. You're a friend who is precious and whom I cherish



From all this I gained the world



All I got is your smiles and pure love

The beauty in your eyes and the joy of the voice in
your heart
All I enjoyed were your texts and lovely wishes
I am thankful that you're all I got
Thank you my dear rose
All I got is a beautiful angel, a sweet rose
Thanks for being my friend


Eddy Ongili

PenAftermath©