#EK – ALL IS NOT WELL AT TEAM KENYA CAMP…

Hopefully sanity will return,and the culprits behind this will be punished… But that is highly unlikely.

EDDY KIMANI

By Elias Makori.

Kenya came into the London Olympics with high hopes, everyone confident that we would surpass the performance of Beijing four years ago where Team Kenya scooped six gold, four silver and four bronze medals.

But the pre-Games tension between the National Olympic Committee of Kenya and Athletics Kenya has thrown Kenya’s campaign to the dogs.

It is sad watching our sports officials, with their bloated egos, fighting turf wars at the expense of the country’s respected name and image.

Many will wonder just how Vivian Cheruiyot, the double world champion (5,000 and 10,000 metres) faded away badly in the opening day’s 10,000m final and indeed why London Marathon champion Mary Keitany failed to get a medal in the marathon last Sunday.

Questions arise from the women’s steeplechase debacle and the fact that we have just Hellen Obiri in Wednesday’s 1,500m semi-finals or how we failed to break…

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All the Epigraphs from ‘The Wire’

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“…when it’s not your turn.”
“You cannot lose if you do not play.”
“The king stay the king.”
“It’s a thin line ‘tween heaven and here”
“…a little slow, a little late.”
“…and all the pieces matter.”
“A man must have a code.”
“Come at the king, you best not miss.”
“Maybe we won.”
“And then he dropped the bracelets…”
“Dope on the damn table.”
“This is me, yo, right here.”
“All in the game…”
“Ain’t never gonna be what it was.”
“They can chew you up, but they gotta spit you out.”
“What they need is a union.”
“If I hear music, I’m gonna dance.”
“They used to make steel there, no?”
“It don’t matter that some fool say he different…”
“Don’t worry kid. You’re still on the clock.”
“How come they don’t fly away?”
“The world is a smaller place now.”
“It pays to go with the union card every time.”
“I need to get clean.”
“Business. Always business.”
“Don’t matter how many times you get burnt, you just keep doin’ the same.”
“There’s never been a paper bag.”
“The Gods will not save you.”
“Why you gotta go and fuck with the program?”
“I had such fucking hopes for us.”
“Just a gangster, I suppose.”
“Conscience do cost.”
“Crawl, walk, and then run.”
“…while you’re waiting for moments that never come.”
“Call it a crisis of leadership.”
“We ain’t gotta dream no more, man.”
“We fight on that lie.”
“Lambs to the slaughter here.”
“I still wake up white in a city that ain’t.”
“I love the first day, man. Everybody all friendly an’ shit.”
“No one wins. One side just loses more slowly.”
“If you with us, you with us.”
“Don’t try this shit at home.”
“Aw yeah. That golden rule.”
“We got our thing, but it’s just part of the big thing.”
“Might as well dump ’em, get another.”
“World goin’ one way, people another.”
“You play in dirt, you get dirty.”
“That all there is to it?”
“If animal trapped call 410-844-6286”
“The bigger the lie, the more they believe.”
“This ain’t Aruba, bitch.”
“They’re dead where it doesn’t count.
“Buyer’s market out there.
“Just ’cause they’re in the street doesn’t mean that they lack opinions.”
“If you have a problem with this, I understand completely.”
“They don’t teach it in law school.”
“A lie ain’t a side of the story, it’s just a lie.”
“Deserve got nuthin’ to do with it.”
“…the life of kings”

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What defines Africa to Africans outside the continent? Familiarity.

Africa is a Country (Old Site)


Last year, BET introduced a category into their annual awards show called “Best International Act: Africa.” I wasn’t that surprised. We’ve been heading down the road towards a mainstream acknowledgement of #InternationalBlack-ness for a while. I chalk it up to the purchasing power and cultural influence that African immigrants in America and England have been able to amass in recent years. Apparently in Houston, the city with America’s largest Nigerian population, they play D’Banj on the local Hip Hop station, and we all know how “Afrobeats” have taken over London. Since BET is based in Washington D.C., a city with the second largest African-born population in the U.S., their inclusion of a permanent Africa category only makes sense.

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la liberté

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Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains. – Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Freedom is an expensive commodity. A commodity that is traded over and over, that is compromised every once in a while to gain something that may be fleeting. That we yield our freedom to protest by clicking Yes to the terms and conditions without reading them speaks volumes.
All around the world, men live in slavery, belonging to others, to work until their fingers are worn to the bone. This sounds exceptionally sad, but it happens all the time. Men don suits and put silk nooses round their necks, spending their most productive years listening to orders and churning out the same stuff day after day. If you ignore the creative spirit long enough, it atrophies and you’re left with a shell…
Set yourself free.
But pardon the music.

slowly comes the light

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(or what to do with a quarter century’s worth of knowledge)
So another year has passed, and this one has not been uneventful. As has become routine, I’ll say a couple of things, sound smart, and then walk away.
Life is like a hill… The beginning is hard, where every day you see is a milestone to achieve, then slowly the climb becomes bearable… Eventually the peak is reached, the height of physical achievement, then the downhill stretch that’s either thoroughly enjoyable or absolutely terrifying happens…
Light is amazing. The smallest light can make a difference, even in the darkest night. Strike a match, and for that brief moment, as the flame swallows up the wood, you can see around you… What you do next determines everything. You could wait for the flames to work their way down to your fingers, blistering them and returning you back to the state of darkness you were in, or you could set something on fire, use the light to change things and eliminate the darkness for that much longer…
Darkness of the mind leads to death of the individual. The mind perceives things, but from the moment we are born, we start closing off the open mind. Cutting off the light leads to atrophy. And the light can’t be substituted for something else…
In everything, therefore, let your light shine…
The title of this post is from the Icelandic cellist Ólafur Arnalds, in the track ‘Hægt, kemur ljósið’

(or what to do with a quarter century’s worth of knowledge)
So another year has passed, and this one has not been uneventful. As has become routine, I’ll say a couple of things, sound smart, and then walk away.
Life is like a hill… The beginning is hard, where every day you see is a milestone to achieve, then slowly the climb becomes bearable… Eventually the peak is reached, the height of physical achievement, then the downhill stretch that’s either thoroughly enjoyable or absolutely terrifying happens…
Light is amazing. The smallest light can make a difference, even in the darkest night. Strike a match, and for that brief moment, as the flame swallows up the wood, you can see around you… What you do next determines everything. You could wait for the flames to work their way down to your fingers, blistering them and returning you back to the state of darkness you were in, or you could set something on fire, use the light to change things and eliminate the darkness for that much longer…
Darkness of the mind leads to death of the individual. The mind perceives things, but from the moment we are born, we start closing off the open mind. Cutting off the light leads to atrophy. And the light can’t be substituted for something else…
In everything, therefore, let your light shine…
The title of this post is from the Icelandic cellist Ólafur Arnalds, in the track ‘Hægt, kemur ljósið’

restarting…

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I admit it, I have been neglecting my blog, and watching a lot more movies-based-on books, and reading the books that the movies are based on… It’s a self-propagating process.
But somehow I managed to write a poem that I was meant to perform, but didn’t. I write a lot less than I used to, perhaps because I have so many outlets for what I have to say, especially Twitter… All the same, here it is:

Restart
bridges burned
corners turned
Blistered fingertips from the last match
I used to set the last of my memories
Alight
Fireworks explode
The great leap
off the last stepping stone
that sinks into the past
no assurances
all is lost
there is no undo
Mon Dieu
Am I scared?
Perhaps
Of ghost hands
holding lingering strings
once tied to balloons
limply hanging
Popping, churning up
Cruel memories
jagged pieces
cut into rugged slices
but then a recess
made way for progress
Moving only forward
every so often looking back
at pillars of salt
tall and solid
till it rains
But on I go
To where I know
I start again
I suppose
It’s a cycle

I’m also translating for Global Voices Swahili, so that’s also something interesting that I’m doing on the side…

Hoping to write more soon. And proper stuff as well.

food for thought

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Something I found and wanted to share…

[E]very day, we run around, ticking boxes off, making phone calls, completing errands, piling on more work on top of an already heavy load. We run around stressed, depressed, angry, impatient and unloving. We run until we can run no more, and then, we die. In between the running around, we may come, at one point or another, to face ourselves, and usually society has a nice term for this, calling it a “quarter-life” or “mid-life” crisis. It is a crisis in their eyes because they think the person is just too bogged down by all of life. And they are correct in their assertion. But what they neglect to ascertain is the fact that this person was fortunate enough to meet herself at a critical point in her life, so that she may at least give herself another opportunity to correct course, and to align her true Self with her current one.
The Circle of Life
Some people never have a crisis, and thus, never realize their true purpose. They don’t even know who they are and why they are here. And then, they die, having been highly productive all their lives, but never honestly going to the depths of their soul and becoming the person they were meant to fully be…

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webcomics: like actual regular comics, only smart…

I’m not writing as much as I used to… I’m rehashing old stuff. I know, sad.
Originally did this for @bazanye‘s blog. And being as I am going through the worst writer’s block ever, I shall post it again…

Somewhere along the general evolution of mankind (or briefly after the creation of man, if you recently burned your copy of ‘A Brief History of Time’), someone in some art department decided that geek stuff is cool. The said art department person(s) went so far as calling the whole movement ‘geek chic’, which is not the girl at the office with the glasses and the Ugly Betty Season 2 clothes, because this chic is said with a sh.
Like ‘shut your mouth, I knew that’.
Try not to stare...
This destroyed the true nature of the geek, who could no longer hide behind the massive glasses and the social maladjustment and the ‘I ❤ Star Wars Trek’ t shirt.
But the geek had one hidden weapon, secret code. Smartness in the guise of simple pictures of people, or people-ish objects talking in l33tspe4k, because there’s no fun in using regular vowels…
The really cool thing about webcomics is they have win. Yes, win is a noun, often paired with ‘epic’. Work with me here. And the opposite of win is fail. Logical.
So here’s a brief cut-and-run analysis of some random webcomics in no particular order…

a softer world

Photographs with typewriter text… Doesn’t get more emo than that. And it’s Canadian. Mainly consists of pictures of people and the equivalent of thought bubbles on an acid trip, devoid of inhibition. It has loads of dark humor. That aside, it has a way of making really weird puns that you laugh at for a while before you realize how creepy it actually is…

Dinosaur Comics

A hilarious comic, based on the conversations between a Tyrannosaurus Rex and assorted dinosaurs. All the panels are pretty much the same, but the killer is the nature of the stuff they talk about. The T Rex is generally smart, but in the “there’s a screw loose” way, so in the end his ideas just collapse under their own weight… That said, he does have some pretty interesting plans, friends and means of execution… And now we know what dinosaur small talk must have looked like…

Last Place Comics

A relatively recent discovery, this comic is disturbingly funny. It follows the writer (artist) Zach Cranor, as he does all sorts of things, like run for president, diss Mountain Dew, get hired as a director for ‘Oh Fuck: The Movie‘ and other random things… Guaranteed laughs, this one. And he throws in random characters as well, like Bitch Man and Burn Man and such…

xkcd

A hilarious combination of geek-centric stuff, like obscure math references, space references, obscure pop culture references and such. The people don’t have faces or names, but they are still epic funny.
One random thing that xkcd does is it takes things that geeks may go through (like awkward sexual tension and struggling to explain tech to non-tech people) and assorted situations of failure that are generally unfunny to the non-tech section of the population, like the shutting down of GeoCities…

Penny Arcade

Featuring Tycho (homage to Tycho Brahe) and Gabe (homage to someone… Didn’t want this to just sit there), Penny Arcade is a rather interesting webcomic.
It’s pretty silly, but it’s an interesting exploration of life from these two’s point of view. They’re essentially children in grown ups’ bodies, and they go through random things, like paying for virtual content and playing Dungeons and Dragons… You know, everyday problems…

–To be continued–