It's SteeTime!

1. I have been fascinated by the Group Page created for Zimbabweans which has seemed to have received overnight success...gaining around 4000 new members in just today alone. Its called ' You know you are Zimbabwean when/if . I'm sure every nationality has their own 'You know you are's but this one is kinda special because Zimbo's all live so far from home. Having one of the highest percentage population diaspora. This is a great way to remember old times and laugh our brains out. (as i did in my neighbourhood cafe) (And how was I even going to explain I was laughing at the name Breastroke Ncube) Dead! 2. On the whole Zim nostalgia I impulsively bought a book for myself (looking for a gift for a friend). The Boy Next Door by Irene Sabatini . I'm already on page 104 and its only been a couple of hours since my possession. Its a juicy juicy read especially since it has these references of places I grew up in. The JACARANDA trees and Meikles for instance. Im hope...

Kibera is the largest slum in Nairobi, and the second largest urban slum in Africa .   And I went in. I have Kenyan friends who have never seen the gates of Kibera. I had Ugandan friends who had never been to Northern Uganda. Both groups gripped with rumours of conflict/crime/war/disease...I dont know, whatever negative media splash and horror stories they chose to indulge in. But I figured why be in a particular country and not get the true experience of what its like to be an average person there? (That and I just like things) (And I needed a new blogpost) So I went in. It all began when my extremely cheerful and helpful fruit-guy from Kenyatta Market was so extremely cheerful and helpful that I had a very long conversation with him. (He had also given me an extra onion a week ago.) (I'm really trying to avoid the parentheses....but I can't help it. Most of my life is about side-notes) ANYWAY, so we got a-talking and he mentioned that he could show me around Kibera...

I just burnt the sirloin steak trying to log on. Between the twitter page/facebook page and Ernest Bazanye's hilarious website and the nineties music which I am inexplicably listening to...I kinda burnt the meat. But nevermind! I live next to Kenyatta Market. You will soon find out why that is definitely a good thing. (Its probably better though that my mother does not read my blog or anything else on a computer) Fine! Its not sirloin steak..its just a juicy piece of meat. But still...it looked pretty fancy before I incinerated it. You see, I live in Ngumo, which is a stone-throw's distance from Kenyatta Market which is probably the most famous fresh food and vending market. It is truly amazing. I had doubts before I moved here. There were rumours about the crime and the congestion and disease. (Ok, I made the disease one up)..(trying to build a gory enough picture of the 'dangers' of Ngumo). But when I moved here I was welcomed by some jolly looking late twenties b...

Im sitting in the middle of bags. Mostly empty. They should be full. I should have packed by now. Yeah yeah, what's new? This is my last night in my apartment in Kileleshwa. This is a leafy suburb in  Nairobi. (the capital city of Kenya) (In East Afrcia) (East of AFrica) Decided to write some sort of tribute or whatever to this place lest I forget where I started out. This was my first place as a wannabe adult going to work and all that. Unforch Im moving because it was too far from my work and I had become those lifeless people who spends 30% of their day starring out of a bus in a traffic jam. It was hurting my brain looking at what every single female is wearing and playing fashion police..or playing the game 'would I marry him if he had a really nice personality'.. So by the time I got to work..I was exhausted, every day.  So, got a place nearer work. Its called Ngumo..Its right next door Kibera. Maybe my dream of becoming a famous photo journalist can be realiz...

I am no longer a medical student (thank goodness)..I am now a medical intern which is probably worse but at least now I don't have to study for those terrible exams. Living and working in the city of Nairobi. A lot of smog and people and traffic. Don't know if we actually breathe in oxygen here. But it's wonderful in many other ways. I am still thinking of those ways. I am kidding, it's great. But this isn't a blog about Nai, it was just to update my blog info..and also to alert my followers that there is now a Sithabiso Dube page on facebook. Sithabiso Dube, Writer. I've seen weirder things. Search for Sithabiso Dube, then click LIKE. Easy as Pie. Lets see if we can get to a million fans like Ashton Kutcher. Ha

Yes, thats right. This is my political opinion. Miracles do happen. So these are the reasons I think this new Constitution is important to Kenyans. (For those of you who don't know that there is a new constitution in Kenya, well, now you know.) 1.     1.   Because its new Let’s face it, anything ‘new’, ‘different’, ‘changed’, ‘innovative’ or ‘fresh’ is desirable for regular Kenyans who are tired of the same old hustle...whether it is a new road, new song or new constitution. Apparently Kenya is the first country in Africa to adopt a completely new constitution…all the others have been AMENDING theirs..(big deal, I whisper). So this makes them special. Another reason to prance around tomorrow. 2.       2. Because its down with the machete and up with the Kenyan flag The last time Kenyans congregated as a country to vote for something there was violence which shook the continent and world from inside out. This caused a lot of concerns for the f...

I have to write this now (now being 30 May 2010- ignore the blod date) because i'm at my most affectionate towards Mbra. I'v just packed my suitcase and said my goodbyes, heading out into the real world. Yes, its a fact, Mbarara is not the real world, but it does accommodate living people so i can give it some credit. I have to be careful about this note coz i dont want to bite the hand which fed me. Mbra has the potential to make anyone but can also break you sadly. Let me give a small background for those of you wonderin wat the dickens i'm going on about: Mbarara is a town in western uganda where i'v been based for the last 5 years. It is a tourist hub because it connects the 5 countries of East Africa as wel as the DRC. My university literally has the highway connecting Dar es Salam to Kigali cutting thru it. The university itself, whose name is derived from the town (then add Science and Technology to pretend that serious things happen there) is the core of the ...