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[Jeffrey K 🍉 @JayFreaKay]

Extroverts in the office at 7am 😭

[justasistertryingtotweet @Igottafigh64510]

This is so needed, especially for this app😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[Matthias Schmidt @eurofounder]

Had a high school reunion last weekend

I was talking to my high school crush, Henrietta

I don't like to brag but after few drinks it slipped out

"I made €41,000 this year" I nonchalantly said

"Ok..." she awkwardly looked down

Must have been intimidated, women always are when they hear amounts like this

"So how much do you make, Henrietta?" I asked

"Umm, well, €350,000 or so last year"

I chuckled and asked again, slower this time, so she understands

"No honey, I meant your actual salary, after tax"

"Umm, I run my own startup and I'm a digital nomad so I don't pay any tax really"

I felt my face go white and my hands were shaking

I excused myself, went to the bathroom

Dial 112, press call

Twenty five minutes later two officers walked in

"That one, officers" I pointed to Henrietta

They slammed her against the wall and cuffed her

She was crying, looking at me with shock in her eyes

Yes, I loved her once

But I love my government more, and I protect it at any cost

[Sim Sim @SimSim1186181]

@toywa_ @AfsaRosette Maybe it's a personality thing, I am a man and the opposite is happening, maybe they detached before quitting, maybe they moved on after you left, thinking of the memories, am like why can't you see how good it was, just mending the cracks

[Sim Sim @SimSim1186181]

@toywa_ @AfsaRosette I know, going back seems the less painful path, anything to trade for the pain

[Liverpool FC @LFC]

MD2️⃣ for Mo 🇪🇬

Egypt are back in Africa Cup of Nations action this afternoon, taking on South Africa in Group B ⚽️

[Liverpool FC USA @LFCUSA]

Had to be him. 👑🇪🇬

[PDC Darts @OfficialPDC]

Inspired from David Munyua! 🔥

Vintage comms from John Part! 🙌

Darts doesn't get any better than this! 😍

[PDC Darts @OfficialPDC]

David Munyua creates history at the Alexandra Palace with a remarkable comeback win over Mike De Decker 🇰🇪

[Carol Radull @CarolRadull]

Kenya’s David Munyua stunned the World Darts Championship, fighting back from 2 sets down to defeat former World Grand Prix champion Mike De Decker.

Congratulations! 🙌🏽👏🏽👏🏽

[Mwalimu Mūtemi wa Kīama @MutemiWaKiama]

This is one of the most profound books that I read in my younger days. I was in form two, uninitiated in the ways of the world. I never really got the full gist of it then. I revisited it later while in 2nd year at UoN. The clarity was astonishing... I can still visualise the roaches dancing on that ceiling two decades later. Meja Mwangi, you were a master story teller. Travel well. 🙏🏾

[Lexa W. Lubanga @Lexa_Lubanga]

I feel utterly speechless at this moment, but I must share about the incredible person in my life, not just as an author but as a dear friend. Oh dear Meja, my guiding force, I will dearly miss your laughter and endless joy. Thank you for transforming the literary world,

[Lexa W. Lubanga @Lexa_Lubanga]

❤️😞.

[Opus Dei @Nyongesa__]

@nyanchwani The Coakroach Dance reflects on the post colonial life in Nairobi. Alot has changed along Grogon rd, much still remains the same. The garages, prostitution, bars, and the syphilis. All remains present. RIP Meja Mwangi

[Silas Nyanchwani @nyanchwani]

Meja Mwangi, who died yesterday, is/was the Greatest KENYAN Writer of all time.

I emphasize KENYAN, before I get into trouble with Ngugi wa Thiong’o’s disciples. Ngugi, who died in May this year, was a perennial nominee for the Nobel Prize in Literature, a continental (African) and global figure, widely regarded as one of the most consequential postcolonial writers, thinkers, and philosophers, especially in the English-speaking world.

But back home, Ngugi’s universe was the Kikuyu community (nothing absolutely wrong with this, as some of his detractors kept harping about it every time he was perennially nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature). Ngugi’s first four novels were set against the backdrop of the Mau Mau and colonialism. None of these in any way negates Ngugi’s contribution to Kenyan letters, but he was of the world.

Enter Meja Mwangi.
Meja was ours. Kenyan to the core.
Meja Mwangi’s literature was more cosmopolitan, as most of his books were set in Nairobi, a synecdoche for Kenya and the Kenyan.

I first read Going Down River while in Class 8 or Form 1. I couldn’t put the book down. The prose was viscerally realistic. The writing was too detailed; it’s little wonder I learned later in life that Meja Mwangi went on to be a filmmaker. I wish I could watch any of his screen productions. Mwangi was only 28 when he penned what I consider the greatest Kenyan novel of all time and generations.

Nearly 35 years later, when the film Nairobi Half-Life was released, I observed that very little of Nairobi had changed between 1976 and 2012. Nairobi Half-Life was a descendant of Going Down River Road. That Nairobi underclass that will never change, no matter the speed of our internet, the Expressways, you people adopting BDSM, and such.

Around 2014, my uncle (bless his soul) took me back to Kibera to show me where I was born and spent part of my childhood. It was almost 20 years later. For sure, the roads were now paved, and there were huge streetlights, but that slum vibe was still there. My uncle took me to a woman who had been brewing chang’aa since the 1980s, still doing her thing, and introduced me to her, and told her this is the Son of Norah, and she was like, “How did you get so big?”

While there, I couldn’t help but think about how every part of Nairobi changes: people move on, out, and about, but our slums eternally retain that gritty persona. People may come and go, but newcomers always slip into the slum persona like gloves.

Anyone who grew up in Nairobi’s slums, Eastlands, Kawangware, Kangemi, can identify with all the characters in Meja Mwangi’s books, such as Going Down River Road, Kill Me Quick, Cockroach Dance, and a host of his other latter-day works. Any Kenyan, for that matter, save for the upper middle-class and the rich folks who live in a completely different Nairobi. Kill Me Quick " is the story most of us can relate to, because education promised us so much, and we moved to Nairobi, but now we live with no jobs, and all we can do is drink cheap liquor (Kill Me Quick), eat miraa, and smoke joints, because we are disillusioned. Younger millennials and Gen Zs definitely know what I am talking about.

Along with other writers such as Mwangi Ruheni, Mwangi Gicheru, Charles Mangua, and the Kibera brothers, Meja was among those who captured the zeitgeist of Nairobi and Kenya, as writers like Ngugi became full ideologues and full-time revolutionaries. Mwangi opted to be a revolutionary with his pen, hiding behind satire (that escaped authorities), while entertaining and provoking us.

Sadly, Mwangi was extremely reclusive and rarely granted interviews to scholars or journalists.

Last year, he wanted to come out and meet his fans and lovers of his work, thanks to the spirited efforts of his adopted literary daughter, @Lexa_Lubanga. We cleared our schedules in readiness to meet the man, the myth, and the legend himself, but unfortunately, he was taken ill, and that particular meet-up didn’t happen, and none would ever happen, as he has been sickly, and now he is gone.

A few years back, I asked what the Kenyan novel should be, and my choice was Going Down River Road.

The irony of his dying on the Eve of our 62nd anniversary of Independence is not lost on me, more so when successive regimes are determined to keep the youth poor, unemployed, and disillusioned, like a character in Mwangi’s book.

You can draw a straight line from Going Down River Road, to Ukoo Fulani’s Tafsiri Hii (1997), to Nairobi Half Life (2012), to Wakadinali’s Geri Inengi (2021), to whatever song that will come out of Kayole in 2030, depicting the never-changing life in the ghetto.

He leaves behind a vast body of work.

May Meja Mwangi travel well to the land yonder. Say hi to Ngugi wa Thiong’o, David Mulwa, Mwangi Gicheru, Margaret Ogola, Grace Ogot, Micere Mugo, Binyavanga Wainaina, and all the great men and women of letters we lost.

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