Whats on my mind…..

Is this my Kenya???

This Lady,Eunice Songa,Wrote This Article Which went Viral and She Died Two Days Later.

Read it and Understand Why Kenya Needs Prayers!!!

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Let me take a few minutes of your time.

Kenya is a beautiful place, isn’t it? Opportunities abound for those willing to work hard; the land where you can be born in a small village, work hard and enjoy your lifetime in lush suburbs of Nairobi.

But we get caught up in that rat race don’t we? The never ending pursuit to get a bigger, flatter TV, a smarter phone, a more expensive car and holidays to those exotic destinations we see on our friends’ timeline. While we make sure our children are in elite private school “A”, that our houses are on the right side of the CBD, while we are sipping our 500 shilling mojitos with colleagues at the hottest after work watering holes in the city, our beloved Kenya, our land of opportunity is crumbling right around us.

We the lucky few in this country, who don’t earn anywhere near a dollar a day, who have running water in our 3 bedroom apartments, who can line up for terrific Tuesdays and fill our bellies with pizza, we have become consumed by distractions. We are distracted by the authenticity of Kim K’s derriere, by the attention seeking empty “debes” on Nairobi Dairies, with odds and bets of Sportpesa, with the ever juicy udaku on Kilimani Mums and with hash-tagging our picture perfect lives on Instagram. But while we have been obsessed with these diversions, we have allowed our country to be governed, dare I say dictated by a select few. The people we have entrusted with power have decided to treat our beloved Republic as their own personal playground.

Do you Middle and Upper class Kenya really know your leaders? Sure we know who our president is, Vice President, Governor, Senator….those are easy; they are on TV every other day. But do you know what their ideologies are as men and women or Kenyans or even as leaders? Do you know what issues they stand for and what they fight for? Do you know who your MCA is? Do you know what an MCA does? Do you know what the job description of your Women’s representative is, or what the Governor in your county is supposed to do? Have you thought about the devolution we voted for, that was supposed to create county governments to decentralize power and give that power to the people? But instead has only given a good section of our leaders more opportunities to take what they have not earned.

Let us look at the leaders we freely elected. My mind tries to remember a time in my adult life, where corruption has been this blatant, this audacious, this frequent and on such a massive scale. Millions, billions, yes that’s Billion with a “B” disappeared seemingly into thin air, in what we fondly like to call scandals. People that’s your money, that’s my money! P.A.Y.E, V.A.T, Road Levies, your hard earned salary, money from that chocolate bar you hurriedly pick up at the supermarket, money from that new Toyota you just imported from Japan, money from the cold beers your enjoy at your local nyama joint. We pay tax and you the middle class and the upper class pays the largest part of it. You actually pay so much tax that the KRA collected a record 1.001 Trillion…yes that’s Trillion with a T, in the financial year 2014/2015. Yes…a trillion shillings. Yet somehow our potholes get bigger with every rainy season, our biggest national referral hospital has patients with broken limbs sleeping under the bed, our public primary schools are still waiting for laptops that were promised and millions of Kenyans, even in urban areas have no access to clean running water.

But hey we know these problems right? They are plastered across the dailies: “Doctors strike again!” “ 2.5 Bn shillings scandal in Ministry of “take your pick”” “KCSE exams leaked!” “Security at all time low in Kenya!”

What do you really feel when you read those headlines? I won’t lie, I am guilty of it as well. You mumble that this country is going to the dogs, you skim the article to keep informed and have something to say during polite conversation and continue flipping through the newspaper. So when billions of shillings disappear, money that we break our backs to earn, why aren’t we up in arms about it? Why aren’t outraged, enraged by these scandals? Why isn’t there a fire burning inside of you when you realize the people you put in charge of the well being of your beloved Kenya do not measure up and are in fact draining us of the little we have.

Why is that countries like, Denmark, Canada and Sweden are ranked the least corrupt in the world, while Kenya always seems to make to the top 20 or top 50 most corrupt, in good company of failed states and dictatorships?

If 2.5 billion dollars went missing in Canada, there would strong public outcry with demonstrations demanding answers and those responsible would be swiftly brought to justice. Are the Canadians or the Danes better than Kenyans in anyway? Are they more honest or are they more moral than we are? That’s definitely not the case. They simply hold their leaders to a much higher standard. Because if you decide to take a job as a public servant, your moral character must be incorruptible.

But in Kenya we brush off corruption as another day in Kenyan politics. Or worse still we blame the 40% of Kenyans living on less than a dollar a day. It’s them…the poor who are many, right? They are the ones who vote for these corrupt individuals based on tribal lines or because they were bribed. It’s them, the uneducated masses who elect these rotten leaders.

Why don’t we try and put ourselves in their shoes for just an instant shall we? Less than a dollar a day, that’s less than 100 bob a day; just try and imagine that. Your KFC 3 piece meal is what they earn in a week to feed a family of 4. Mama Mboga and the Roast Maize guy will go hungry on most days. They share a one bedroom mabati house in Kibera with their spouse and kids. It’s a house that has no running water or indoor plumbing. Mama Mboga stands for hours in a queue to fill her mtungis with water from the pump in the middle of the plot. When her kids are sick, she stands in line for hours at Mbagathi or Kenyatta National Hospital if she has the matatu fare to get there. Her kids go to the public school squeezing 2 or 3 to a desk in tattered uniforms trying to understand what Teacher Grace is saying above a din of 50 other students chatting and giggling. The Roast Maize guy works 7 days a week, rain or shine, Christmas, Idd, Mashujaa Day he works to take home that one dollar every day.

So do you think this guy and the millions like him will turn down the 500 or 1000 shillings thrown around during the election season to persuade voters? Or hang on every lie that the corrupt official from his hometown spews at the rallies in his area? In fact that 1000 shillings will feed his family for a month and he will even be able to buy more maize to roast. He lives day by day and the future is a luxury for him and his family. How can you and I blame him for picking corrupt leaders, when all he can think about is how to feed his children? How can we call him backwards and part of the uneducated masses that elect rotten apples when he starves so that his children can go to the hospital?

So what about the guy who is a little better off; the one who earns 100 dollars a month like your house-help, the supermarket attendant or even the Kenyan police? They may not be literally starving, but they are living hand to mouth every single month. They give birth in KNH and share the blood stained single bed with two other women because maternity care was made free by the government but the hospital didn’t get more beds. They can’t afford secondary school for their teenagers. They may not be able to make rent this month because Cucu’s arthritis was flaring up again and so they had to send money back home. Then we ask how it is that the policeman asks for a bribe or the public school teacher gives illegal tuition.

Then there’s you and me; we sip our French vanilla lattes on the Art Caffé terrace and cheer our favourite Premier League time while enjoying cold beers at our local neighbourhood joint. Our children in perfectly pressed uniforms get on the school bus. And we complain about the 1 hour wait at Gertrude’s or Aga Khan because little Kevo has a stuffy nose for the 3rd time this year. We enjoy our weekends at Garden city, T-mall, Sarit Centre and Westgate filling our bellies and our Nakumatt baskets.

So what excuse do WE have to give? We voted too! What’s our excuse for tolerating ineptitude, corruption and outright malevolence in the name of leadership? Our stomachs are full, when we are sick we see a doctor in an hour, our children learn music, ballet and karate in their free time, we spend Easter at the coast and we have people working in our homes at our beck and call…. What’s our excuse?

Why are we the middle and upper class so apathetic when it comes to politics and governance? The point is not to feel guilty about having a good life. I don’t feel bad about it, so why should you? You wake up at the crack of dawn, fight through Nairobi traffic, deal with bills and bosses, deadlines and proposals, loans and losses. Why shouldn’t you enjoy the trappings of success? Those fun idle distractions are necessary but they shouldn’t blind you to what goes on in the real world. That enjoyment and celebration should not make you complacent to issues affecting your country. Many of us say: so what am I supposed to do about it? How can I change what is happening? I don’t have any power!

The first step out of complacency is to give a crap. Put down your caramel mocha latte macchiato, turn off the latest episode of Empire or the Real Basketball Housewives of Hoesville or Game of Thrones, stop scrolling down those funny cat memes on Instagram and actually give a damn. If you don’t care that patients in the biggest referral hospital in East and Central Africa has 26 ICU beds for a population 40 million, then what change can you really bring about? If you don’t care that there are parts of our country where people are literally starving to death or the doctors are still on strike after 2 months or that there are schools without desks or chairs then how can you change anything?

The second step is to be informed. You cannot attack a problem that you don’t know about or understand. Who can name all the Kardashians but can’t your name the MCA of your area? Who follows Huddah and Vera on social media but couldn’t pull the Prinicipal Secretary of Health or the Environment out of a line up? Don’t be ashamed, that’s a good number of us. Do you know what an MP does? Do you know the difference between the Parliament and the Senate? Do you know the candidates vying for Governor of your county? What’s their track record? What are their successes? What are their failures? Do they have scandals attached to their names? Google is your new friend. We should stop voting for leaders because they are our tribesman, or because they come from a certain region in the country. Start small with your ward, your constituency and find out who are the leaders of the area and the problems affecting where you live. Find out where the candidates in your area stand on the issues that affect you. And then read up on national problems, from those perpetual scandals where a technocrat wanders off with 5 billion shillings and doesn’t see the inside of a court room to the drought, famine, HIV prevalence, land grabbing, insecurity, gender inequality and illiteracy affecting millions of Kenyans.

The third step is to figure out what you are passionate about. What’s going to be your cause? What is your fight about? This I feel is where I’ve reached in the “get my head out of my rear end” program for Middle and Upper Class Kenyans.

I want to inspire and motivate those who are cosily wrapped in the blanket of comfort of “it’s not my fight” of “what can I do?” and tell them to get up! You have a post-secondary education, you have a job and you have internet access…start there! If you want to know why condoms are free in public institutions but disadvantaged girls in your constituency or anywhere in Kenya for that matter don’t go to school because they have no sanitary pads then put your Women’s Rep to task via social media and ask why how her and her 46 elected counterparts in almost five years were not able to offer a program of free sanitary pads or the equivalent for girls and women in their counties.

“Kenyans on Twitter/KOT” is a well-known phenomenon; remember CNN’s “Hotbed of Terror”, we even got an apology for that. So “hash tag” the hell out of your cause, until the MCA, the Senator, and the Women’s Rep has no choice but address your issue.

#AskYourGovernor: Why are Nairobi doctors on strike because they haven’t been paid for 6 months?

#AskMCA Ann: Why is the huge, dangerous pothole at the roundabout near X Shopping Centre not been fixed yet, when Y amount was set aside this year by the county to fix roads.

#AskMrPresident: Why haven’t the culprits who stole 2 billion of our hard earned tax money, not been identified and prosecuted?

Now imagine 10,000 hash tags a day, to a 100,000 hash tags a day, our causes, our issues and our problems remain at the forefront, in the conscious minds of everyone. Serious problems won’t become yesterday’s news because each problem has a champion or a group of champions making sure that we all remember that somewhere in our country people are suffering.

This is important because we who can, we who have a lot, can help those who have nothing. We can no longer blame the ones who are broken and down trodden. We can no longer blame the ones who live each day as it comes. We must use our hard earned privilege to fight for them and fight for us. If we had a government that put its people first, there wouldn’t be a need for “their Mbagathi” and “my Nairobi Hospital” or “their matatu” and “my Uber”.

Life isn’t easy, even with our corporate jobs, our side hustles, the nice apartment, trips to Dubai; life is hard. But if you won’t tolerate stealing in your home or where you work, why do we sit back and allow our leaders to take what you break your back to earn and allow them to go scot free? And worse still, spend it and use it to run for even higher political office so they can come back for seconds!

We, the middle and upper class pay most of the tax but why don’t we demand quality service? In advanced countries the poor, the middle class and the rich use public transportation and use publicly funded hospitals. Instead of KNH or Mbagathi, we go to Coptic or Metropolitan or MP Shah. Instead of demanding for quality education in our public schools, our kids go to private ones. Instead of raising hell why our water quality is poor, we spend thousands on bottled water. We should demand better use of our taxes.

The last step is to go and do something. You don’t have to be the next Boniface Mwangi dogding tear gas canisters. You just go and make a well-educated, well researched vote. You convince your spouse, your neighbour, your co-worker to go out and make an educated decision. Find an expert in your cause, or a champion who has fought for that cause longer than you have. Ask them what can I do to help, what can I do to leave my mark? We can inspire a generation of “do-ers”. And perhaps from that generation can come leaders who know their people inside and out. Leaders who are compassionate, well informed with realistic ideas for long lasting solutions to our problems.

So it’s true that hash tags, “KOT” and Facebook posts alone won’t solve our problems in a day; but it’s a start. We may not have the courage to march to parliament, or fight riot police and physically protest for a better country, but we can still fight. We can stop being accomplices in the systemic pillaging and destruction of our beloved country. If our leaders fail to perform, we will highlight their shortcomings and be their judge, jury and executioner on Election Day. We are after all the privileged masses; because never has Kenya been more educated, more tech savvy and with more potential than right now. Don’t waste it.

Stand up and be counted in a new revolution. A new Mau Mau movement, not to fight a foreign master who enslaved us, but to fight the inequality, the injustice and oppression that a few Kenyans enforce on us in the name of totalitarian leadership. The new Mau Mau revolution will take our country back from the men and women who fear neither retribution nor repercussions to their actions.

And finally to our dear leaders, who too are part of the Middle, Upper and their self-made “Upper Upper” class. Consider this your notice. We are tired of impunity, nepotism, the ransacking of our resources, and your indifference to your fellow citizens’ suffering. We say “No more!” We want leaders who put our interests and well-being first and their pockets second. We want leaders who take pride in their positions and use their power to inspire and create rather than trample on and destroy. You are after all civil servants; you work for us. Our taxes pay your salary. And just like any job, you are accountable to your employers. If you want our vote, give us facts and figures and show us your track record. Do not woo us with the usual tribal rhetoric and empty promises of a better tomorrow. Just because I am from your tribe, even your village, does not automatically mean you deserve my vote. Give us informative political debates where you discuss the issues that affect our country instead of the mudslinging and cock strutting that invades our TV screens on the nightly news. We will not fall for the sweet nothings you preach to us during election season, which you conveniently forget when you get elected.

For the old guard…your time is up. Evolve and mature into the leaders the Kenyan people deserve. If you don’t, it will be at your own peril, because the new Mau Mau revolution is coming and we have our eyes firmly set on the enemy.
#Maumaurevolution #wakeup #Kenyaelections2017 #chooseyourleader #fightforyourcause #saveKenyaeunice-songa



Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said, “I’m tired, and it’s
getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches.
Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper
the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar
container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot
for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into
the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up
the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger
and put the telephone book into the drawer. She watered the plants,
emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and
stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out
some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from hiding
under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and
stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She
put both near her bag.
Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night
Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and
filed her nails.
Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.”
“I’m on my way,” she said. She put some water into the dog’s dish and
put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio
light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their
bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into
the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day,
straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her
6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and
visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in
particular. “I’m going to bed.” And he did…without another thought.
Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer…?
(and they can’t die sooner, they still have things to do!!!!) Send this
to five phenomenal women today…they’ ll love you for it!
And Forward this to as many men as you can so that they know why women
are so special 🙂 ……….!
God’s very own creation! 🙂


Even God didn’t intend for women to only be mothers or wives, He intended you to be the best you can be.  Look for yourself…

Proverbs 31

A wife of noble character who can find?
    She is worth far more than rubies. – SHE IS VALUABLE
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
    and lacks nothing of value. – SHE MAKES HER MAN PROUD
12 She brings him good, not harm,
    all the days of her life. – SHE IS A SUPPORTER OF HER MAN
13 She selects wool and flax
    and works with eager hands. – SHE IS A FARMER OR CREATOR WILLINGLY
14 She is like the merchant ships,
    bringing her food from afar. – SHE IS A TRAVELER NOT FEARING TO GO GET WHAT SHE                  AND HERS NEED
15 She gets up while it is still night;
    she provides food for her family – SHE IS A HUSTLER
    and portions for her female servants. – SHE IS A PROVIDER
16 She considers a field and buys it;
    out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. – SHE IS AN INVESTOR
17 She sets about her work vigorously;
    her arms are strong for her tasks. – SHE IS A HARD WORKER
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
    and her lamp does not go out at night. – SHE IS DILIGENT AND WATCHFUL
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
    and grasps the spindle with her fingers. – SHE CAN HOLD THINGS TOGETHER
20 She opens her arms to the poor
    and extends her hands to the needy. – SHE IS GENEROUS
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
    for all of them are clothed in scarlet. – SHE IS CONFIDENT AS SHE HAS SET PROVISIONS FOR HARD TIMES
22 She makes coverings for her bed; – SHE CREATES
    she is clothed in fine linen and purple. – SHE LOOKS AND HAS THE BEST
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
    where he takes his seat among the elders of the land. – SHE HAS A MAN SHE AND OTHERS CAN RESPECT
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
    and supplies the merchants with sashes. – SHE IS AN ENTREPRENEUR
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
    she can laugh at the days to come. – SHE IS STRONG AND HAS FAITH
26 She speaks with wisdom,
    and faithful instruction is on her tongue. – SHE IS WISE BY SEEKING WISDOM
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
    and does not eat the bread of idleness. – SHE’S NOT LAZY AND TAKES CARE OF HER HOME
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
    her husband also, and he praises her: SHE IS ADMIRED
29 “Many women do noble things,
    but you surpass them all.” – SHE DOES GOOD WHERE EVER SHE GOES
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
    but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. – SHE LOVES THE LORD AND PUTS HIM FIRST
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
    and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. – SHE IS HONOURED AS HER WORKS ARE RECOGNISED

So go ahead and do your thing ladies!!!

I want to stuff my face with chocolate!

Habida 05 Beach shot.jpgI have spent the whole year up until September pregnant in Cape Town. It was an easy pregnancy, I was mobile and I had energy after the first 3 months. I traveled up until the last months, like I was in the US on holiday  in my 7th month. But things took a turn in the 8th month. My son tried to come early so I was hospitalized for a week receiving steroid injections just in case he came early to support his lungs. We won that battle but he still came 2 weeks early which is not too bad…..But oh my did I learn a painful truth about gynecologists out here. My gyno talked about cesareans almost every time I went in for a check up. I expressed to her that I did not want to go down that route at all and hoped that she would support my decision….I remember her stating to me on one visit that she could not be my doctor if I didn’t agree with the fact that it might happen. How crazy is that! She even made me sign a document stating that I consent to a cesarean if It comes to that! My thought was why are we putting so much emphasis on this?

Well on D day I came in with my contractions and we were on our way. She came in and we spent the night in the hospital. Next day, 12 hrs later she started to bring it up again and I resisted. Just to give you perspective my labour with my first daughter was about 48hrs so I was ready for the same no stress….

I was taken into the labour room and she said she would break my water if I didn’t dilate as I had been one centimeter for the 12 hours…… 20 hours in she broke my water and off we went into major labour, all the women who have been in labour know what I mean. She then came back with the cesarean story again. I was devastated, I didn’t want to go down a route where I was ripped open and a baby pulled out of me. Why women do elective cesareans is beyond me it just seemed horrific to me.

At about 26hours and still no dilation she said I had to have a cesarean!!! I needed a minute! what! me? a cesarean? I couldn’t believe it! She had scared me so much with all the crazy scenarios if I waited any longer, I forgot my own mind and forgot how God had gotten me through my daughters birth, 48hrs of labour and no dilation either till the last minute. I had listen to everything other than my instinct I went with hers….This made me feel so un-empowered.

Well long story short I was in and out of surgery in about an hour, where I was awake listening to them chat about this and that as they cut me in half and pulled out my son who cried immediately and made me cry too. I was an emotional wreck due to the drugs happy, sad, in love and others that I don’t remember now…they sewed me up and I was wheeled out to my room where mummy was waiting anxiously. I had know Idea what was coming next…it was hell. I got the shakes, literally my whole body started to shake like I was naked in the north pole. At the same time they needed me to breast feed my new bundle of joy that I couldn’t enjoy as I was experiencing so much pain! oh my goodness. If I was to describe hell this was it for me. I was in pain, shaking and endevouring to breast feed.

I left the hospital in 4 days and into a new normal which I couldn’t get my head around. No stomach muscles to get myself out of bed, pain which the medication I was given didn’t sort out.  A crying baby needing rocking and feeding  all the time and my first daughter needing her mum just as before. What! this is what women are made of, I thought. oh and don’t forget the tweets coming in saying “Habida where are you?” which gave me pressure to get back to work.

I am now working on my next release and hope it will be as big as to say Superwoman back in town!

Christmas, happy and sad!

XMAS.jpgI am grateful for all God has been doing for me lately. He has been getting my mind right.

2016 has been a hard year. Death was my families friend this year, as the Lord saw fit to take some people that were close to us. This was the hardest part of the year for me and for my family. Then on top of this, now that I look back I can see God has been changing a lot around in my life. Stripping people out bringing in new ones and that’s always hard.

On top of this I was in a car crash not allowing me to work in the busiest part of an artists year. Lets Just say this year has been hard.

So back to Christmas, I am so happy you are here!!!!! As it means I get a brake to spend with my family, eat without feeling guilty and say I will loose it in the new year. I’ll even make a new years resolution about how many kilos to loose to feel better about the weight I will gain.        Christmas also means I am reminded of what Christ did for me and I will make another resolution to love God more this year.(This I will do for sure this time, cause I get it)

But guys,,,,,I am glad it’s Christmas this year as 2015 is OVER. It was a hard one for me. Good bye 2015 ….see you later….phew!!! and welcome 2016.

Now on to SAD. I still cant believe you are not hear daddy! You were all about Christmas. You used to put cookies out with milk for Santa when he came. When we were asleep you would put Unga on the floor and press your boots in to make foot prints. So when we would wake up…. boy did we believe!

I hate Christmas without you but this is my reality now. So I will enjoy with the ones I love who are here and you are granting me the Grace to enjoy with. I wont take it for granted even though its hard. You who have chosen to read my blogs please do the same NOW!DAD PIC

Love to you all and a Merry Christmas to you

African Acting

I absolutely love acting and that is what has catapulted me into acting again. I had chosen not to do it before, because of the way it paid and the sad corruption done by the production houses to under pay everyone but themselves.
Well, I am enjoying being a part of Insignia Productions “New Beginnings” They turned my role from a supporting in the 1st season, to a lead role in the 2nd season at the request of Mnet. But guess what, my pay is pretty much the same. Now that’s just crazy!
I have chosen to understand that budgets are not what they need to be and the networks are not paying what they need to pay. So for the love of my craft and this fantastically written script I choose to close my eyes and do the show for the cost of one show (i.e. a performance). (I also wanted to experience a Kenyan set to see if what I saw from the outside was real.)
After doing all of this you would expect some sort of love on set or at least meet some of the actors demands like feed me what I eat. I can remember not eating for about 12 hrs but being on set the whole time, and only having had a cup of coffee at the start of the shoot. I do not eat bread and certain carbohydrates and because of this I was left out of the equation.

It is sad how artists fail to see their worth here in Kenya and any time the few who decide not to take the ill treatment speak out and pretty much demand respect, they are called difficult or big headed.

So here I am to say to my artists out there WITHOUT US THERE WOULD BE NO SHOW, NO PERFORMANCE, NO ENTERTAINMENT so please start to value yourself and don’t just take anything they give. Demand your worth!

Signed #Superwoman

Our Kenyan Men!

Women in Kenya are burying men everyday, young old and in-between. How do you explain what is happening in Kenya to our men! Why are they drinking so much? They are drinking to their deaths and women are being turned into Super-Superwomen Widows over night.

Young men in Kenya are spending their times drowning their sorrows and insecurities or thats my view, as what could make you drink so much. They usually use meetings as excuses to meet business associates or their friends to drink. I have had meetings which begin with a bottle of wine or beer offered to me before we even get started. Someone needs to find out what is going on.

Cirrhosis of the liver, Anemia, Cancer, Heart disease or stroke-Cardiovascular disease,Dementia, Depression, Gout, Blood pressure, Pancreatitis these are some of the diseases that heavy drinking causes. Some of the these diseases caused by drinking and are prevalent in Kenya in our Kenyan men.

An article on drinking http://world.time.com/2013/08/09/africas-drinking-problem-alcoholism-on-the-rise-as-beverage-multinationals-circle/

Why is it that in Kenya when someone in power does something good for the country they are quickly removed from office, like Mututho. Where are our white hats? The dark side of the world rules Kenya too hard we need some good to come through somewhere. Politicians are burying their sons from this same issue every year, whether they want to admit it or not! BUT they do nothing. Corruption is the order of the day. Drink driving? What are the consequences? Illegal levels of drinking allowed by bar owners? What’s up with that? I actually thought that with Uhuru coming in to state house that we had some hope of change but with the little knowledge I have it just looks the same. Playing politics!!!!

I just feel we need an intervention into our mens behavior in Kenya.

BTW – I am not talking to those men who run their lives with honor and grace. I am talking to those men who need saving.

God rest our Kenyan men in peace and for those men who are still alive

I admit it

I am not perfect and I am not born ready. Every morning I wake up – really I would rather stay in bed

Every responsibility I have – I would rather not have

Every gig I have – I would rather not do as it is a tough series of events that have to happen on top of my everyday duties

Every opportunity I get – make me nervous because I hear all those voices from my past telling me I cant do it

But then

I do get up and

I do enjoy the pride I get from walking into the house I help build every day and

I do enjoy the joy of looking at my daughter run to me crying mummy mummy and

I do LOVE the thrill of being on stage after the nerves and the stress of the preparation are gone.

I am touched by the opportunities that come my way that say no matter what they said before  – Guess what you are this fucking good.

And it is all worth it so I focus on this!


I will get up through every failure, every mistake and KEEP ON WALKING

A shout out to my Superwomen out there……you are AMAZING!SUPERWOMAN FINAL copy

Get up and move, even if you dont feel like!

Today is evidence that even if you dont want to, get up and sit at the table. I am feeling so sick today, getting up was like murder but I did and now I have an amazing partner in a passionate project to empower women and girls. To empower them to sit at the table and have a voice. To love themselves enough to speak when necessary etc.

Your self worth comes from inside. No one can do it for you…No matter how many people tell you, you are amazing you will not believe them untill you say it yourself to yourself.

I could have stayed in bed, but I got on a plane, came to Nairobi and I’m sitting at the table and speaking every step of the way because I know I am worth it. I also believe that every woman I know and dont know out there is worth it just like I am as I am not better or more worthy than the next woman/girl…

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Woman – Happy mothers day

Woman, my experience and influence of woman was her

My mama, her experience of woman was Grandma

and so on and so on

Im proud, I’m proud, I’m proud, I’m proud!

Cause Kismayu is where she was from

From muslim to Christian, she followed love

And here I AM

From Muslim to Christian

I am a product of my mothers love.

Thank you for all the beatings

Yes, I said it! She WOOPED my ass!

But I guess I was one of those who

Needed falling in line Cause, I had to test every line

She is the reason I stand here today able to say…

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This is my opportunity to say where I got my courage from

Past all the No’s, past all the, do this for me and i’ll give you a record deal

I walked away from what looked like heaven,

With my head held up high

Saying, Mama never taught me that!

I’m here today cause mama let me cry

But not for too long,….

Because she taught me how to get up,

Not once, not eight times, but every time I fall….

I love you…… Happy mothers day to all you mothers out there.

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