Barbz

Big sis, Mother to Zuri Ndunge Kitetu & wife-ish

[Barbz @belyon_]

This book spoke volumes. But what took me deeply is that I have a say, a duty,in making this country greater,beautiful and just. We all do.

[WARÚHIÚ @kamauwaruhiu]

Deep down sugoi seseseko would want to modernize the Nairobi museum, atoe hizo mifupa mzee alete mpya za ngombe.

[Barbz @belyon_]

@ArdhiSasa_Ke wapi notice ya leo @ArdhiSasa_Ke

[James Bong @JamieButon]

I wanted to ask y'all a favour, msee wangu wa nduthi who has taken me to the hospital alot of times at night has a son trained as a swimming coach or lifeguard is looking for work. If you know anyone or anywhere looking for one recommend him, he has all certificates. RT widely

[The Kids Are Alive @gufydox]

Exploring Mombasa and finding out why it’s called Kisiwa cha Mvita(Island of war)

Watch the full episode here

https://t.co/QkO84tNGAC

[kimonski @officiialex]

Watu wa rain sounds we're so back

[Nelson Havi SC @NelsonHavi]

Today we benchmarked at Wilson Kayla’s Tendwet Farm, Nandi County. Mama Alice Kalya gave me good insights on crossbreeding of dairy and beef cows for purposes of improving the quality of milk and beef. I left with several Brahman-Friesian bullying heifers, a stomach full of mursik and enormous knowledge. For healthy living, order mursik and beef from her.

[Barbz @belyon_]

@mwaurakab @realGeorgeOdera

[Barbz @belyon_]

@ClintonObonyo @ntsa_kenya @afro_uana nitafutie hii fimbo

[Barbz @belyon_]

@beautyofattolia @afro_uana 😂

[Barbz @belyon_]

@kenyasgossips @CheropSang kumbe mnaishi karen na hamsemi😂

[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.

Photo: Courtesy

[YT: Life with Lochi ☁️ @lochiilochii]

I sell banana bread in 4 yummy flavours:
Classic - 700kshs
Choc chip - 850kshs
Oreo - 850kshs
Blueberry - 950kshs
Patronize me🥰✨

[Larry Madowo @LarryMadowo]

You can’t “cheza chini” your way into nice things. Only “utiaji” yields results.

Thanks for your attention to this matter!

[Larry Madowo @LarryMadowo]

No Faith Kipyegon or Beatrice Chebet?

It’s giving Tanzanian elections

[Judicaelle Irakoze @Judicaelle_]

Her victory doesn't pave any way for women and girls. If anything, it has attracted unnecessary misogyny saying women don't even deserve any power at all.

I hope Zimbabweans are taking note of your endorsement of dictatorship

[Nyar Owuor @AdhiamboKE]

@ruby_offduty Sigweya. Performed dirge. Poetics of grief and simulated war with the terrible force, death that dared to take one so beloved. The bereaved appear with different weapons to confront the shameless force as they praise, lament, wail. A splendid carthatic spectacle if done well

[Faith Kipyegon, EGH🇰🇪 @Kipyegon_Faith]

🥹💜🇰🇪🙏

[Barbz @belyon_]

@macho_four Please go out on behalf of us who became mothers at such a tender age

[🥀 @adorasroses]

Mom pls pick me up they're marketing wuthering heights like it's some dark romance booktok book adaptation