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City Girl: Here's an Olive Branch For You




0024hrs.The tranquility of the night has finally beamed in. The noise in the vicinity is immaterial. Probably, it is the sizzling of music in my hacienda (do not confuse with those in telenovas) that can bring some form of disquiet. The succinct thing about it is the purpose it serves and its picturesque. In such a setting, I can afford to pen a host of my petulant jargon.  I am glaring right into my PC; eyes so full of sleep and a heart that is guilty of discern.  Do not judge me for an insomniac. Quite frankly, I take a few hours to lie my head in bed. Yet even in the fleeting slumber that ensues, my thoughts often wander into the oblivion. I take solace in the proposition that I have been a busy goose over the last few days and that the effects may have spilled over. But only a proposition. 

Today, I have the guts to commend City Girl especially with regards to a recent article she wrote a couple of days ago. The article Can the real Njoki Chege stand up? Well, here I go, perhaps, besides the scintillating The Making of a man- god exposition, has been her best article. Readers of her articles have been criticizing her propensity to bash anything that does not qualify to be her predilection. Gamblers, shisha girls, broke niggas- the list is insanely long.  Critics have been keen to pour scorn and charade at her without any reservations. Yet like an astute and skillful writer, the criticism does not deter from hitting the keyboard again. She has managed to flourish in the melee and jibes directed at her. With a will so impregnable, she courts controversy. Had she been a novelist, she would have picked up George Bernard Shaw’s gauntlet - a confident gait and a vociferous inner voice reverberating all through her work.

Her work is an epiphany of self-concept. From the outset, you would have presumed she is trying to let us into the inner dungeons of her heart but seals it when she perilously allays them. Unlike David Ndii’s articulation Kenya is a cruel marriage, it’s time we talk divorce, she racks in her readers a couple of subtle lessons. On the contrary, Ndii is provocative and is gullible, at best, to divisive politics. He takes note of Yugoslavian genocide wars and its ramifications. However, he forgets to highlight the repercussions of what he calls in his verbatim, reke tunamwo.  I am no political scientist but I blatantly think going our separate ways suppositions are uncalled for. Having read how the United States supplanted colonialism and slavery, I exude confidence that we can borrow a leaf. In the quest for a more United Country, America’s founding fathers found it shrewd to rise above the horrors of civil war and infamy and drafted articles of confederation that is often lauded as the precursor of the modern state that it is today. Similarly, MLK in as many of his superfluous speeches attuned the civil liberties drive to a prosperous nation. His espousal of I’ve Been to the Mountain Top is a tacit explanation of how we could fight for reform without being ‘balkanized’. You all saw shujaas lift the Kenyan flag.  Their toughened muscles beat the world’s hardened connoisseurs of the game.  The pompous pride that followed was inexplicable.  A trajectory of congratulations followed. The high-flying team from the skyscrapers of Singapore where they charted history to the heart of Nairobi, a throbbing metropolis.   I am of the opinion that there’s more that unites than divides us.  Meanwhile, I am waiting for someone to presuppose that I may have reached superannuation. Or, equivocally issue a literary injunction to me. Trust me, I wouldn’t mind.

A host of other impeccable and talented writers I would allow walk the red carpet include Oyunga Pala, Biko Zulu and Carol Mandi. Where they honed their skills- I don’t know. All I know is that their gifts are rare to find. How else would you explain the traffic they generate when they roll out an article? Even the more, their readers are dying to read their next columns. While growing up, I never missed Wahome Mutahi’s Whispers. This chap always had a way of coagulating humor and style into his works. He will receive my plaudits as well alongside the famous Mwalimu Andrew who titivates our weekends with his Staff room Diary and Dawood with his Surgeon’s Diary.

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