Thursday 25 September 2014

For Keeru

I meet this girl who is a friend of a friend and every time I bump into her-at KPN or the Jazz event she promotes at Alliance Francaise there is something that stands out. It bugs me so much that the day I get it I get to the house and grabbing a pen jot this down. I've always wondered how people who do not have dramatically expressive facial features express love: hence the ending. She made a for a good muse.

With this one,
There is no flickering of lashes-
Or furrowing of brows;
You will see no-
Curled or contorted lips;
Flared nostrils.
She has the perfect poker blush.

With this one,
Listen like a blind man,
To subtle lilts,
Swings in melody,
Coarse, harsh breaks and cracks-
Of pain massaged.
And if you press your ear long enough,

You will hear love sighing

http://wagadu.ning.com/

Monday 15 September 2014

KCSE Paper 2


KCSE Paper 2

Using a tree diagram, calculate the probability of an electricity outage after a rainy day in Nairobi. Take your time. (30 marks)

So I just woke up on a not-so-rainy Saturday morning and with the burning desire to type this post went straight to my laptop. In fact to be honest it's not raining at all. There's a possibility that the sun could shine. There's this feeling that negotiations with the sun are going on well. At least the troops of droplets have been called off today. Maybe waiting for Nairobians to do their washing and then...hehemuhahah!

Anyway, there's no power. Thank God I opted to read a book when I got to the house yesternight.
Remember I mentioned that I'm yet to make breakfast because I headed straight to type this, yes? I had a dream. I was walking with someone and we were discussing art. Weird, right? I get it. All my morning dreams are weird. Not that the other middle of the night dreams are not, but the dreams from 4/5 onwards are usually on another level altogether.

Like this one for instance. Soooo, as I was trying to convince he/she (I won't tell) why worldclass art cannot become popular in Kenya, an idea hit me. Just as I turned to open my mouth, I woke up. Fortunately or unfortunately I still remember what I wanted to say.

I'm sharing this idea knowing that the possibility of it being used by someone exists but is low. In fact to be honest I'm sharing it so that someone runs with it. I'll later tell myself when I am 85 with ridges on my wrinkled face that I changed the world when I was younger. This may already be in play and I am not aware of it. If I was, I wouldn't bother typing this on an empty stomach now, would I? Here it goes.

Why it is difficult for art to be nurtured at the grassroots level (Braeburn, Makini, Riara and other groups of schools are not included here for obvious reasons) is because it needs sponsors when a school has not yet reached the point it calls itself a group. Almost the same as a company. Until your TV station gets to that stage where it is a media group your views on digital migration are not worth considering. Hihihi.

In Kenya, corporate sponsors who touch on art and artsy themes do so with the intention of reaching an affluent class. Of course this is not limited to Kenya so apply it to your country if you wish.
In most CSR projects however, there is always some school in some far-flung corner of this country that had their roof repaired by staff in branded caps and tshirts from either Total or Safaricom or Bidco (though Bidco also give away oil. Maybe Safcom should consider airtime donation...jussaying). These same roof/wall-building corporates sometimes hold art competitions. The ones I can think of off the top of my head are Kiwi, Google (for their Doodle. Should that be in caps?) and Safaricom some time back.

This is our key to incorporating professional guidance and inculcating popular appreciation in the community especially to a young generation that will impact the future. Ever heard of how Kenya's best and finest artists (world-class by all definitions) came from one village? Most of them did. I read it in the Sunday Nation about 3 years ago.

By now you have an idea where this is heading. Instead of corporate X asking kids to send in their artwork via mail/email, they can contribute to the process of art creation, albeit at a smaller scale. This is how it works in my head.

Corporate X earmarks Maji Masuri Primary School for a makeover. This includes digging of borehole, building of brick walls, replacement of iron sheets used in roofing, donation of books and pencils and chalk for the teachers and more. Note: just the chalk for the teachers.

Digging a borehole does not take a day. I'd like to believe that. Within the period of this makeover, an art competition can be held. In walks Martin Soi or Jackie Karuti the Third (that's her name on FB) or Nduta Kariuki or (I'm not yet done showing off...or Janice).

During the one-month period of Project Makeover for Maji Masuri, professional artists will guide these kids as they create artwork for ze competition. Guide being the operative word.

On the day that the CEO of Corporate X shows up, cameras in tow, staff in the background carrying mbaos and stuff, it should be pin-up day for the kids as well. They should know the pressures of being in ADD and transnighting to be ready for pinup when you could have done it weeks ago only that you had more important drinks to finish. Hehehe!

Point is, they should get the concept of mounting artwork but more importantly they should see Soi and think to themselves (or herself-for that random weirdo Turkana girl in a Goth tshirt) that "I'd like to be like this guy. Live off art."

Most definitely this pin-up will be seen by teachers, parents, staff and ultimately documented for the world to see. In a small and huge way, this will be the beginning of a generation that appreciates good art and creative works in general-beyond dancing at wedding receptions.

There you have it! Now to check on my 3 chapos which have been waiting in bated breathe. Ciao!