There are 4 SANY excavators in this image. 4! But we couldn't find the guy who the lift column fell on. #NairobaeIGTour
Kids, there was once a mall here called Ukay. It was built on top of a river....until the fire nation attacked. Or as we call them now, SANY the Demolisher. #NairobaeIGTour
An aerial view of the former UK, with demolitions going on. #NairobaeIGTour
#NairobaeIGTour is a random tour of Nairobi organised by @Turnup_Travel, I hold the unchallenged record for doing a full night (24hours). We gather early, we quit early the next day. In those 24 hours, we TURNUP! (It's chaos, glorious chaos).
A big part of @Turnup_Travel's IG tours is exploring parts of cities you didn't even know about.
Sigh. Bad decisions. But it seems my record at #NairobaeIGTour will remain untouched. Also that t-shirt at the back says "I'm in a noisy place"...thus the chaos of this city tour progresses. Less than 6 hours to go. 🤔✊!
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Now this thread is for the people who, as part of their human experience, went to national schools and groups of schools. First, you are not brighter than us. You are not our betters. We can call out your abuse or any abuse by anyone you identify with.
I am not attacking you when I say this. But over and over again when I make a point about how your schools have harmed the Kenyan experience, the same conversation happens. I am not attacking your experiences, or your humanity.
That I spent more mental juice trying to explain this to old boys of Starehe (still waiting for that invite to your Whatsapp groups) bothers me. Are we our high schools? Are we going to live as adults by the institutions we visited (it was a visit, just a long one).
If you feel the need to talk to me, to be angry with me, or just to insult to me, my email address is at the end or this tweet. I will post screenshots of your email here, without your name or address. Let's talk. Let's unpack this feeling. This foreboding. >>
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They subject for this one was "I truly lack a subject."
We must all entertain the thought, and it's weird that we have to even do this because it should be default, that there are no second chances. No heavens or hells. No God and therefore, no power and no hierarchy. There's just life, right now.
In Lieu of a King: "The raids on the public coffers have become the national soap opera, each new twist being fed as tantalizing fodder to a tabloid generation." owaahh.com/in-lieu-of-a-k…
There had been an Africa: A Letter to Future Africans: "Africa was a dream come true, a land where nothing was sacred. Everyone who could, ate. Everyone who couldn’t, was eaten." owaahh.com/there-had-been…
On this day, five years ago, Westgate was just waking up the way malls do. What begun just a few hours from now could have been prevented, could have been stopped before it escalated, could have been solved fast, could have been investigated so we never go through it again...
The clusterfuckery that's the other side of this social contract we call Kenya failed in every instance. It ignored warnings, reacted like a drunk sloth, brought tanks to a gun fight, frustrated international investigators, and blew up a pile of explosive mattresses.
Yes, a few men and women were heroes that day. But they didn't have to die or almost die. No mother deserves to have to tell her child to lie on the floor and stay quiet just minutes after the child was having the time of her life buying shoes.
Also, freedom of expression? That one that has been under threat for a while, there's a new wave coming with the Copyright Amendment Bill (2017), now in heading to its 3rd Reading.
Everything on this page is a real threat to the stories you want to read.
Let me tell you a story.
Two years ago, after I did the Tatu City series (owaahh.com/war-tatu-city/), several things happened. One of them was that someone in Lagos sent a takedown request to my host. I didn't know until I had all of 12 hours to respond to it.
If it wasn't a phone picking day (don't even ask), the site would've been suspended immediately. The point of the takedown (which was about copyright infringement on some images, I'll attach the letter here in a bit), was to bring down the site, and kill access to the story.
What will finally break us? Because not only can the center not hold, it has been mortgaged for generations.
It seems there are only ways to experience this country today, as a subservient, overly optimistic (even with a gun to the head), voting citizen who stays quiet and prays for Ushuru and Bill the Teary.
Or as an anarchist. Because this can't be how this story ends.
What is the collective trauma that's holding us back? Because when you think about it, we haven't even processed the trauma of the last 5 years. Terror attacks, lies, more lies, other new lies, paying for personal fortunes, and paying taxes so the treasure hunt never ends.