The Nairobi international book fair is here with us once a gain, Storymoja and the National Book Development Council of Kenya have organized some exciting activities within the fair
Everyone wants to be successful. I know I do. But how effective is our search for success?
What? How western aid hinders development, a discussion stimulated by the provocative anthology,
“Describe, in detail, naked breasts (young, old, conservative, recently raped, big, small) or mutilated genitals, or any kind of genitals and dead bodies. Or better, naked dead bodies. And especially rotting naked dead bodies. Remember, any work you submit in which people look filthy and miserable will be referred to as the real Africa…”‘ This is an excerpt from Binyavanga Wainaina’s article, “How to Write about Africa.” What do you think? Does it matter that the African continent is often described as a barren expanse of underdevelopment, poverty, cultural savages and nothing better? Does it matter that the African story that sells is most likely written by someone who is not a native of Africa, and that in it he describes the continent as hopeless, helpless, and only likely to develop if he and the western world donates aid to
Do you understand the unspoken rules of business,
We are on a crusade, and we are firmly convinced that a Kenya that accepts, appreciates and embraces reading will be in a thousand ways better than it currently is. One of the biggest obstacles we face in changing the attitudes of Kenyans is a belief that reading is a drudgery that teachersmake us do as some sort of punishment for being in school. We book lovers know that nothing could be further from the truth. Books are wonderful things; what pleasure couldpossibly equal that of holding an unread book and wondering what lies in the numerous pages within? What rivals the thrill of being lost in some countryside in Europe or a homestead in West Africa as the plot weaves through from one exciting hill to another? What satisfaction matches that of closing the final chapter of a wonderful
(Manisha – the Hindu god who symbolises intelligence and desire; also symbolises state of being – where you mind is, there your heart will be also). Written by Muthoni Garland We are driving home from a party when my teenage daughter Zawadi points, “Look, Mummy, Daddy’s new car….oh, oh,…” and then starts to fidget with my skirt, trying to distract me. It is 9 PM. I slow to a crawl. Sure enough, there sits my Lucas, in his beloved-above-all-else black BMW. He’s smooching a High Hairstyle. A style where wet hair is saturated with ultra-gel before a bushy horsehair chignon is plonked on top. When it dries, the hair is so hard it can dice unwary fingers….or lips. Nasty hair. Obviously nasty woman. Up to nasty business. Lucas took me to a place like this. Once. It is the kind
“Sister, sister! You know when men can’t cope they conveniently fall back into that old cultural hole–“
Men’s reactions to Philo scandalised Doreen. Once, Philo had called Doreen from Mombasa, crying, and going on about a mad sailor.