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10 comments on “Kenyan Conversations 1

  1. Esther Thami
    July 6, 2010

    I think that this two men have completely two different occupations.The one in a casual shirt and a cap seems to be in the juakali sector unlike the one in a formal brown coat who seems to be in the formal sector.He seems to be explaining something to his business friend most likely on the constitution


  2. clifton
    July 6, 2010

    Two gentlemen at the Docks, a shipment of goods has just arrived. It could be anything inside the containers, but something very expensive. Baba Kamau, the big man on the left is a long distance track driver. The other gentleman, Mr Ochola, is a supervisor in a freight handling company…
    Both are overworked and underpayed. Baba Kamau, who has just been narrating on ‘life on the road’ for a track driver, wants to strike a deal; steal the cargo and blame it on the handlers and dock workers. He has spent countless hours on this spot, his mind taking on the color of the rusting mechanical parts, wondering how he will feed the family at home. Ochola is carrying the inventory, calculating whether the heist is possible.
    Both men are planning the most intricate heist of their lives.


  3. Moses Mbasu
    July 6, 2010

    The guy (don’t be fooled by his look)on the left is an investor and the guy on the right is a surveyor holding a blue print. They are discussing building project that will be begin shortly.


  4. Mweri
    July 6, 2010

    The fat guy is familiar with the clear and forwarding of goods once they arrive but he does not use the genuine way to clear them he goes the bad way while as the slender guy uses the clean way through the government pay tax and let the government clear your container so they are arguing. “Let do it this way, i can tell you it will work it has worked for me for many days”,Say’s the fat guy.See the way he is illustrating with the hands.”Hush bro, we can fill these forms and avoid any interruption with the government further more we shall be clean. lets see who wins…..


  5. Sheblossoms
    July 6, 2010

    ‘Wacha nikwambie, sisi watu wa kibarua ndio tunajua vile mambo iko. Mambo si rahisi hivo unafikiria. Weee.’

    ‘Ah, Kimemia, you are the people who are misleading everyone else. Unaona vile Raila anasema. Angalia. Hata amequote Bible. Angalia. But as surely as God is faithful, our message to you is not ‘Yes’ and ‘No’. For the Son of God, Jesus Christ, who was preached among you by me and Silas and Timothy, was not ‘Yes’ and ‘No’, but in him it has always been ‘Yes’. For no matter how many promises God has made, they are ‘Yes’ in Christ.’

    ‘Hiyo ni makosa, Adam. Hauwezi kuleta mambo ya mungu kwa siasa. That is just wrong.’


  6. Lybel
    July 7, 2010

    Graduate kidnappers!”Now that CCK is all over SIM cards, maybe we should try a Newspaper Ransom Ad? Think about it……’WE KNOW THE WHEREABOUTS OF MR.X and CLANDE Y. LEAVE A SUM OF KSHS.2,000,000 AT LOCATION X.USIJARIBU KUITA POLISI! LATER YOU WILL SEE ANOTHER RANSOM AD WITH THE EXACT DROP OFF POINT OF THE KIDNAPPED FOLK'”.


  7. chrispus
    July 7, 2010

    ‘johnnie i told you this thing wont work! Now look, these foko jembes will sell us out! ‘
    ‘kamaa, dont worry, the two boys seem confident, the judge might free them in fact!’ johnnie retorted.
    ‘are you serious, do you know that justin Mugo? Do you…’
    ‘you mean Justice Mugo?’
    ‘justice my arse! he eats big and if these boys connect us to the stolen cables, that councillor seat of yours will be smoked smart boy!do you know anyone at KIbera courts?’
    ‘know anyone?,you see this prosecutor guy in this picture?he was even at that oath taking at Mukuru! We can blackmail him simply’
    ‘He he, i like your thinking,thats why these boyses want you as councillor,he he he or you can send them to scare him some how,’
    ‘You mean the boys?’
    ‘Go to hell! Am a broker not a teacher dammit! Kwanza where is the hospital bill check?or you think this leg is going to cure itself eh?I strained stealing the cables for you for heavens sake!’
    ‘Nyinyi watu na pesa! Let me see about this case first, we are in real shit and it’s about to rain, hope its not a bad omen….’


  8. clifton
    July 8, 2010

    The Traffick Men!

    ‘I see the package is here,’ Ambrosia says, excited at the prospect of the new arrival.
    ‘Yes, yes! But this time it was hard man!’ Big Ben replies. ‘I had trouble with watu wa border, people are starting to smell the rats.’
    ‘Smell a rat, u mean?’ Ambrosia says, almost apologetic for hurting the big man’s feelings.
    ‘Listen here you degree man,’ Big Ben gets angry, ‘your package this time carried with it real, live, big fat rats. The devils have been living of your package’s shit.’
    Ambrosia is confused! The big man is implying that ‘the package’ is alive. He, Ambrosia, is a middleman. Big Ben is the transporter. Most packages are things you will not see in the Yellow Pages, eccentricities and objects of desire for the Big People in the city. Sometimes its a tiger, a crocodile, even exotic birds.
    ‘Look here big man, what’s this nonsense about rats?’
    ‘Come see for yourself’. Big Ben sneers, almost jubilant for the surprise about to dawn on the middleman.
    The site that unfolds infront of Ambrosia almosts makes him forget who he is. He stands there in delirium. The package is alive.
    ‘What have we done! What have we done!’ he cries.
    The big driver looks at him indifferently. It is not his work to know, or ask questions.

    The package, with ten sick and dark eyes, stares at them.


  9. clifton
    July 8, 2010

    Lybel you are craaaaaaazy! Haha!


  10. Nyawira
    July 9, 2010

    Sometimes people call him, Joe spectacles and thats because of his spectacles. He is the manager at Alkalif garage and manages 65 trailers,from Mombasa,Tanzania and Rwanda.
    That day he woke up rather tired and he skipped breakfast. After the argument with his wife the previous night,he opted to eat at the staff’s canteen as he shared politics and football news with his colleagues. Later in the morning he received a phone call. Truck number fifty two was coming from Rwanda and would be arriving at the garage at ten and he was supposed to wait for it. He should give the driver the instructions as per each tonne of cables in the truck.The cables were to be dispersed in different places and he was to take care of every detail.
    He took his tea at 9:30 and missed the stories at ten o’clock. At five minutes to ten,he stood waiting for the trailer. The trailer came in at quarter past ten. He knew the trailer by its color but the driver was very new to him. The driver alighted and walked by with one clutch and apologized for being late. That put off Joe, 15minutes was not late! Whats wrong with this man?
    The driver slowly limped round and sat by a dusty bench in the garage. In his hands he clutched at a paper,looked more like a magazine to Joe. Joe looked closely at the man as he sat with his shoulders hunched. Immeaditely Joe went round and patted his shoulder,” Whats wrong,my friend? You can trust me and share your grief. I will try and help. You should not suffer in silent”
    The man sniffed and wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. He looked into the far distant. Then looked at the paper again and sobbed freely.
    In Joe’s mind this man would be called Fattie. he was overly fed in Joe’s perspective. Finally Joe sat next to him.
    Then the man sighed loudly and turned to Joe,giving him the paper in hand,he said ” It’s my wife. She ran away and said that i need to reduce in size…” Joe stared at the paper then to Fattie and shook his head in confusion. ” i dont understand what you say?”
    The paper had a photo of Obama.
    “She says for our marriage to survive I can not go far with my eating habits and wants me slim like this…” the man showed the size by slowly bringing his palms together.


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