Muddling The (NSE) Nairobi Securities Exchange into Popular Culture


The Nairobi Securities Exchange ain’t hip, it is an entity retrogressively alienated from the public; the youth and Small Medium Enterprises especially.

The parlance and jargon of the market is still arcane to virtually 80% of Kenyans. Heck, the next guy doesn’t even know what an index fund/ penny stocks/ brokerage charge/ P/E ratio or what a margin account is. Or better yet, many SME startups have minimal knowledge on IPOs.

The NSE has qualified in being an illuminati/ lizard-people conspiracy with all its bureaucratic mannerisms of men in suits, invites only conferences, esoteric trading language, big money and older men suffering from mental snobbery the Kenyan style.

Very few people know where it is located. It has no iconic status, it doesn’t even qualify in being a metonym for our financial market.

SMEs in Kenya have been slow to take up listing on the NSE even after the establishment of GEMS (Growth and Enterprise Markets Segment) that has lower listing charges and a more simplified listing approval process due to these frustrations.

Other than Dryer and Blair Where are we in implementing the online stock trading in Kenya where traders can actually enter their own buy and sell orders at the click of a button without having to contact their broker. If this is implemented, this will bring a lot of liquidity in the market and thus offer more opportunities due to the price movements. The working online platform and high quality market will attract the hip youngsters, Lure them from the Sportpesa menace.

NSE is missing out big time. Sportpesa is one of the most searched keywords in Kenya. Tells you how our youth are hopelessly joking with cash, If you get to the Google analytics of gambling websites in Kenya you will be amazed by the user’s average time on site and bounce rate.

There’s growing foreign institutional participation on the exchange, but the market remains pretty small. The weekly trade volume averages $33 million. By attracting these young investors, NSE would definitely help inject the volume, capital and buoyancy that would catapult it to greater heights thus more institutional investors.

As of 2016, its a buyers market but you know, since the Safaricom shares saga, only a few adults want to hear about stocks. So if the adults are unfazed, what of the youngones.

This is not a blueprint but a rough guide route map on how to turn the bourse into popular culture.


Once competition was introduced in the US, the exchanges multiplied. By early 2008 there were thirteen different public exchanges. There was some highlighting of a niche that could be carved out by trading on platforms other than the big two – NASDAQ and NYSE.
The NSE is enjoying monopoly, just like the consolidation of the New York Stock Exchange and NASDAQ which eliminated competition and raised prices for their services. BATS Global markets, Direct Edge and so on broke the monopoly. This diversity is healthy in fact.

Kenyaplex gives a list of Companies in Nakuru and am telling you that they are a lot. A bourse in Nakuru is the way to go. All Agricultural companies in Kericho & Eldoret could list on this bourse. We’ll start having dark pools & High Frequency traders, a source of employment for the tech guys who have proliferated Kenya.
Its just a matter of precedence. You see, these bourses are utilities owned by their members not public corporations run for profit.


The problem with Kenya is that politicians occupy the Art space. This is a self explanatory phrase that I won’t delve on. But due to this above phrase, Artists have been reduced to doing portraits and writers reduced to writing erotica.

Before I am accused of prescribing a way in which a writer should write, let me say that I do think that decency and civilisation would insist that the writer take sides with the powerless. Once you talk about making things better you’re talking about politics. Here, the powerless are the disheartened aloof Kenyans on the benefits of investing in stocks.

American Comedian George Carlin had his way of summing up his comedy material. They all shared the overall theme of (in his words) “humanity’s bullshit.” His funny way of satirizing euphemisms, double speak and business jargon through social commentary made you see how it is all literally humanity’s bullshit. Especially business jargon.

Due to our lack of divagation from the NSE means that our Stock Market has a lower likelihood of crashing. I don’t even think the global recession affected it in any way, but in the US, following the 1987 stock market crash, a young man 26 years of age, Arturo Di Modica an Italian-American artist did something very nifty for the American Pecuniary.

He installed without permission a bronze sculpture of a 3200 kilogram 4.9m long bull in front of the New York Stock Exchange in December 1989. Di Modica spent some $360,000 to create, cast and install the oversize sculpture following the 1987 stock market crash as a symbol of “aggressive financial optimism and prosperity”(Bull Market), leaning back on its haunches and with its head lowered as if ready to charge.

The Bull's head is lowered, its nostrils flare, and its wickedly long, sharp horns are ready to gore; it's an angry, dangerous beast. The muscular body twists to one side, and the tail is curved like a lash: the Bull is also energetic and in motion.

That was an act of guerrilla art. This bull has grown to become the most iconic images of the New York and a New York Stock Exchange icon, symbolising Wall street and the Financial District.


The closest we get to guerrilla art is waking up to Grafitti on Muindi Mbingu streets. Back to my point of Politics occupying the Art Space, who would commission such an art piece,…..
The artist commissioned to do that large Maasai earring Mosaic at Laico Regency Hotel was paid around 70 million shillings; the highest and only commissioning I have heard of.

The NSE began in Stanley Bar 1922-1953, it then moved to Nation Centre later, its now in 55 Westlands road in a building dubbed with a hackneyed name as The Exchange. Other bourses around the world are represented with buildings, rather than symbols, The Exchange building since its inception in 2013, is yet to be fed into popular culture. It needs a status. PAWA 254 or any other artists concierge should stop painting coffins for protests and come on board in the making of a Kenyan Wall street.

There is a reason why Snapchat triumphed over Skype in just a short while of the former’s existence. One could be that the founders were artists.


The Charging Bull of Wall Street has become one of the most visited, most photographed and perhaps most loved and recognized statues in the City of New York. I would say it’s up there with the statue of liberty.

An unmistaken symbol of its virility. Its testicles. People on The Street say you've got to rub the nose, horns and testicles of the bull for good luck.

People are crazy about the bull, its popularity with tourists has a very international appeal. One 2007 newspaper report noted a “ceaseless stream” of visitors from India, the United Kingdom, SA, Venezuela and China, as well as the United States.
Imagine what this does to the New York financial market. People here are accustomed to viewing the world through economic lenses.

In 2010, a similar Charging Bull still sculpted by Di Medica, which looks “younger and stronger,” was installed in Bund, Shanghai called Bund Bull.


The City requested a bull that was younger and stronger than New York City’s bull to symbolise “the energy of Shanghai’s economy.” That’s why the head of the Bund’s bull looks up while the WallStreet bull looks downward. If you observe the tail of the bull, the tail is spirally pointing to the sky, meaning an uplifting financial trend.


For a Kenyan WallStreet success, there is need for integration. First of all NSE needs to wholly own CDSC. The CDSC offices are in Nation Centre 10th floor while the NSE itself is on Westlands. You get my drift, literally.

The second thing, The Kenyan WallStreet does not need a mobile app. Wealth has a curtain that ensures it remains private and uncontaminated. It needs to get rid of that curtain.




Valley Anecdotes

A sheer delving into some ambivalently famed valleys:

The World’s Largest Necropolis


The Happy Valley Set “Wanjohi Valley”


San Pornando Valley of Porn


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1.The Wanjohi Valley. Happy valley set.

The Wanjohi Valley lies on the slopes of Aberdare ranges, near Aberdare National Park, east of the Great Rift Valley. The area around Wanjohi is Bushi, Miharati, Ndemi, kariamu and Olkalou; stretching upwards to Lord Baden Powell’s grave and downwards stretching to Thompson’s falls with the weather of a sleepy English village.
The valley is famous for hosting the so called Happy valley set whose height of influence was in the late 1920s.
If there is something otherworldly lit other than the Happy valley story, it is the Wanjohi valley landscape.

The view of Happy Valley to the south as you climb the escarpment and Lake Ol Bollosat to the north, DAMN. In Shamata, which in Maa language means ‘high place’, this cold place is to the east of Happy Valley. Here, pioneer settlers, also well-known as the Happy Valley lot, built elegant colonial houses. If there’s something these settlers knew well, it was choosing locations.


The view that these houses offer is simply breathtaking. One such house offers a scenic view of the Laikipia plains, and the Rift Valley and its lakes, Malewa River, the main feeder of Lake Naivasha and up the escarpment.
Further five kilometres to the north is the home of General Wainwright; his sister’s house is nearby. He is famed to have sold land to all the other wazungus (whites). The house veranda faces the Aberdares, and the back of it, the Laikipia plains.

This picturesque landscape was pioneer territory for the hunters and settlers in Karen Blixen’s Out of Africa And it became infamous in books such as
White Mischief; as”Happy Valley” where aristocratic settlers, including Lord Delamere himself, indulged in a movable feast of drugs, drink and debauchery.

Basically, with much of the world at war, a number of bored British aristocrats live dissolute and hedonistic lives fucking and drugging themselves to oblivion to pass the time. The so called Happy valley set was a group of ultra-privilleged white hedonists who settled in the Wanjohi Valley region  and became infamous for engaging in weapon grade hedonism with a carefree curriculum of sex, drugs, adventure and booze. But then culturally prevalent- sexual inhibition that they engaged in with the most gusto: wild orgies and wife-swapping were virtually a prerequisite for any who wished to be embraced in the Wanjohi valley Social scene which had the Muthaiga Country club as its focal point.

Evenings that began with tasty gazelle chops and champagne with class and jazz/folk music from gramophones would degenerate into levels of substance addled debauchery that made Gomorrah seem like priggish puritanical folklore. One post-dinner parlour game involved male attendees lining behind a sheet then poking their aroused genitalia through holes in it, so that the ladies present could cast their votes on their favourite.


The women- Arguably an even more extraordinary bunch than the men.

Beryl Markham- Pilot/ adventurer/Racehorse trainer with a blasé attitude to adultery prevalent within its community.

Lady Idina Sackville, the daughter of the 8th Earl De La Warr and cousin of the poet Vita Sackville-West, had caused immense scandal at home by ditching her second husband to run off to Kenya with a lover eight years her junior, the future Earl of Erroll, Josslyn Hay (more — much, much more — on him later). She would welcome her guests to her spouse-swapping soirées naked in a bathtub made of green onyx, then gracefully put on the garments (that would probably stay on for all of two hours) in front of them. Sackville, if reports are to be believed, worked her way through the male population of British East Africa with systematic zeal. Just a euphemistic way to say that she slept with nearly all the men.


Countess Alice de Janzé, a wealthy heiress from Chicago whose father was a dipsomaniac felt manufacturer, became a global household name in 1927, when she shot Raymond de Trafford in a Paris railway station before turning the gun on herself. Both survived, and later ended up marrying and returning to Kenya, but de Janzé’s second suicide attempt — during a phase of depression, alcoholism and morphine addiction in 1941 — was successful. She was hot. Really hot, though she wore baggy boyish garments.

Kiki Preston, née Alice Gwynne, was another American socialite — related to both the Whitney and Vanderbilt families, no less — who was nicknamed ‘the girl with the silver syringe’, due to her habit of parading Afghanistan’s finest heroin without the slightest regard for anyone around her observing what she was doing. A former cabaret dancer despite her privilege, she would often charter an aeroplane specifically to pick up fresh supplies of heroin from Afghanistan, and has the dubious distinction of having introduced her favoured mind-benders to one of her many lovers, Prince George, Duke of Kent. Preston would also go on to take her own life — a very public act of self-defenestration from a high storey of the Stanhope Hotel in New York in 1946.

As for the menfolk of this ultra-colourful set, the first member of the group is generally acknowledged to be Hugh Cholmondeley, 3rd Baron Delamere — an adventurous cove who would regularly travel to Africa in the late 19th century to hunt lions, continuing the pursuit even after a severe mauling by one understandably miffed giant Lion left him walking with a limp for the rest of his life. He then acquired vast lands from the British Crown on a 90 year lease which he named the Soysambu ranch. What you normally see in Naivasha. Thus his title Lord Delamere.
Delamere was no bombastic colonial jingoist — a sincere admirer of local Maasai culture, he attempted to assimilate into the local way of life while also introducing to it some beneficial agricultural methods — but he was endowed with the required streak of batshit-mischief for a man occupying his place in history. He once — for reasons not even grasped at the time, let alone documented — rode his horse into the dining room of Nairobi’s Norfolk Hotel and carried out an impromptu steeplechase, vaulting over tables.

Jack Soames was a voyeur who drilled holes in the ceilings of his bedrooms to watch his copulating guests. Then there was Frank Greswolde Williams — a man too rotund and invariably inebriated to be part of the Happy Valley sexual shenanigans — who was the chief supplier of cocaine and opiates.

The paramour who took that bullet in the Paris railway station was one Raymond de Trafford, a prolific gambler, womaniser and hardcore alcoholic from an old Irish aristocratic family. “He got very drunk and brought a sluttish girl back to the house,” reported Waugh, “then rogered her and her mama, too. Fights and fucks and gambles and gets D.D. (disgustingly drunk) all the time.” De Trafford is rumoured to have set fire to a row of local Kenyans’ houses after one particularly hearty binge. Having been forced out of the colony in 1939, he was sentenced to three years’ imprisonment at home in England for the manslaughter of a cyclist, committed while driving home drunk from the horse races at Cheltenham.

The most famous of the happy valley set has to be Lord Earl. Kenya’s famous playboy, philanderer in chief – cut down in his prime at the age of 39. The shockwaves caused by the violent death of this “good – looking” aristocrat (not my views by any means) have continued to reverberate to this day. At least half a dozen books have been published about his murder on January 24th 1941; when his body was discovered kneeling in the front passenger foot well of his car with a bullet wound behind the ear, at dirty crossroads.

The tongue wagging furore in the wake of the murder was comparable to more recent cases, such as those of Jacob Juma and the slain lawyer Willie Kimani. May they rest in peace.

Conflicting theories raged as to both the murderer and the motive, and continued to do so for six decades. Was it a crime of passion committed by Sir ‘Jock’ Delves Broughton the cuckolded husband, with whose wife — Diana, Lady Delves Broughton — the earl had been having one of his many affairs?

Lord Erroll

In 1925, Erroll was already a pivotal figure in the new community of British aristocrats and rich socialites, who left their black servants to tend to their farms and their kitchens while they hunted, partied and played polo.
Blond, clever and an ace card and polo player himself, the Earl had begun devoting a good deal of his energy to seducing women, especially those who were married.
Hay is described as having fucked every girl in the colony, practically.

With his wife Lady Idina Sackville (the aforementioned) who caused the Earl to abandon his duties and eloped with him to Kenya, they became the unofficial king and queen of happy valley. They had a home called Slains before divorcing. It became the centre of social life and notorious for its orgies. Men had all forms of lewd sex in Slains. The parties were so wild that made the colonial officials and tradesmen look on the happy valley set with embarrassment.

It was even rumoured that every person had to sleep with someone other than the one they’d arrived with before the party could finish.

The blond, voluptuous siren was the much-younger wife of Lord Erroll’s friend Sir Jock Delves Broughton. Though practically all members of Happy Valley slept around with each other’s spouses, full-blown affairs were off limits.

But Lord Erroll and Lady Diana were smitten. They continued to see each other until Lady Diana finally asked Sir Jock for a divorce. As part of the prenup between 27-year-old Lady Diana and 57-year-old Sir Jock, the couple had agreed that if Diana fell in love with a younger man, she could ask for a divorce and still be given an allowance for seven years after their split.

Sir Jock agreed to the divorce, and on the evening of January 23, 1941, the three had dinner at the ritzy Muthaiga Club. As a show of goodwill, Sir Jock toasted the new couple publicly.
Lord Erroll left thinking he had just secured the hand of a beautiful new wife. But his bliss was short-lived.
The next morning, Nairobi dairy workers found the lord dead in his Buick at a deserted crossroads; a bullet was lodged into his brain.

What’s disturbing though, Alice de Sanzé went to the mortuary where Lord Erroll’s body was and an ex-lover who accompanied her there remembered her passionately kissing Erroll’s cold lips and declaring: ‘Now you are mine forever.’

Months after Lord Erroll’s death, on September 30, 1941, Alice committed suicide by shooting herself in the heart. She left behind five letters addressed to the police, her daughters, a former lover, and the last a suicide note. The contents of the letters were never made public, but Spicer, who’s mother was a friend and confidant of Alice’s, uncovered information about the letter to the police: It contained a full confession to Lord Erroll’s murder.
With its killer mix of money, sex, and murder, it’s no wonder the case made its way into popular culture. In 1982, journalist James Fox released the novel White Mischief, a historical account of the murder. I recommended you to search for the book and read it. Contact Kwani or any other store.

If there is a moral to this story, it is, alas, a rather priggish one: next time some Pecksniffian pillock tells you that money, drugs, privilege or an inexhaustible supply of inconsequential sex will never bring anyone happiness, you may have to consider the eventual tragic fates of so many of the Happy Valley set before planting a fist firmly into their snozzle. But it would take a prissy soul not to fantasise just a little about what fun it would have been to attend one of those heady evenings at the Muthaiga Country Club, some time at the height of that remarkable two decades in what is now an obscure historical valley in Nyandarua. #TembeaKenya

Wadi-us-Salaam. Valley of Peace Necropolis


This is not a city. Wadi Al-Salaam (Arabic وادي السلام; Valley of Peace) is an Islamic cemetery, located in the Shia holy city of Najaf, Iraq. It is the largest cemetery in the world.
The cemetery covers 1.485.5 acres and contains over 5 million bodies.
For those of you in Rome that like to think that the cemetery at Tiburtina is huge. Think again. Wadi us Salaam in one massive desert city like, creepy heritage ancient site where approximately 70,000 prophets are resting.
The graveyard holds importance in Shiite belief as it has been said that the souls of all faithful men and women shall be moved there, no matter where their bodies have been buried. Many prophets, kings, princes and Sultans lie in this cemetery including that of Prophet Hud, Prophet Saleh, and Ayatullah Sayyid Muhammad Baqir al-Sadr, as well as the remains of the prince of faithfuls, Ali Ibn Abi Talib.


Look for it on Google maps, dude, you’ll see a booming city until you zoom into graves built with baked bricks and plaster rising at different levels.


Among the tombstones are the room-size family crypts built by the wealthy, often topped by domes. There are also underground burial vaults that can be get down by ladder.
According to an undertaker at the cemetery, each crypt can hold up to 50 bodies.

Najaf itself is one of Iraq’s biggest cities with a population of nearly 600,000. But the adjoining city of the dead holds the remains of millions.

It is the only cemetery in the world where the process of burial is still continuing to day since more than 1,400 years thus the site is on the Tentative list of UNESCO’S World Heritage sites.

During the Iraq war in 2003, heavily-armed fighters of the Iraqi militia frequently used the cemetery to hide and ambush approaching enemy units. The Americans could not get into the area, because it’s full of winding lanes and underground mausoleums. The local gunmen who knew their way around would hit and then run and hide inside the many tombs.
When the rebels took refuge in the narrow spaces among the crowded tombs the Iraqi army ruthlessly bulldozed its way through the graves of its fellow soldiers. To this day, piles of wrecked cages from the graves remain stacked on the roadsides.

US army firing missiles at Najaf's Wadi al-Salaam cemetery, #Iraq in 2004, during clash

The violence that has overwhelmed Iraq since 2003 has lead to a massive expansion of the graveyard, swelling it by 40 percent to about three square miles. The cemetery has grown every year since 2004, first with the clashes against American forces, then the sectarian wars of 2006-2007 when Shiites and Sunnis were killing each other at a murderous rate, and finally in the 2008 battles with the Iraqi army. In recent years, though, its growth has slowed.
An estimated 500,000 additional bodies are buried at Wadi Al-Salaam every year.

As of 2014—coinciding with conflict against ISIL—it has been reported that burial plots are running out, resulting in many being stolen, illegally resold or improvised.

According to traditional texts, Abraham himself purchased land in the wadi, which is actually considered part of heaven itself.

San Fernando Valley. San Pornando Valley

San Fernando Valley is a sun-drenched, suburban enclave in southern California.

Since the 1970s, the hills above Hollywood have played host to a booming pornography industry. A
majority of American sex films are shot there in warehouses and private homes – helping the San Fernando Valley rake in $4 billion in annual sales in its ’90s heyday.

At one time Nearly 90% of all legally distributed pornographic films made in the US were either filmed in or produced by studios based in San Fernando Valley.
The region is home to most of America’s pornography industry – videos, Web sites, phone sex businesses, adult toys and even the old-fashioned dirty magazine.
The Valley became the pioneering region for producing adult films in the 1970s and grew to become home to a multi billion dollar pornography industry earning the monikers “Porn Valley,”  “Silicone Valley” (in contrast to Silicon Valley, nickname for the Santa Clara valley) and San Pornando Valley.” The leading trade paper for the industry, AVN magazine, is based in the valley as well as majority of US Adult Video and magazine distributors. AVN is to pornographic films what Billboard is to records and AVN awards is modelled after the Oscars. Don’t ask me how I know that.

While many parts of the nation’s economy have suffered, the past five years have been good for the adult industry, as new video and computer technology opened the doors to hundreds of millions of potential customers around the world.

Its a known fact that when Pornography became big business [pretty much overnight] in the late 70’s. The sleepy suburb of the Valley was a perfect setting for offices and production houses. Today, the porn industry estimates that it will make around 10-12 billion dollars in revenue this year.

[To put that in perspective, the Porn industry will make more than NBC, ABC and CBS will combined.]

For years, Porn and the city seemed to co-exist. Each one going about their business and not paying each other any mind.

[In any given year, about 3,900 adult films are shot in Los Angeles, according to industry estimates. As with any other shoot, those films are supposed to obtain permits from the city. But the city doesn’t restrict the content of the projects it approves.]

Which means that if one of your neighbors decides, as Johnson’s did, to rent out his house for the filming of “The Alphabet” — in which sexual acts are performed in alphabetical order by 21-year-old identical twins — there’s not much you can do to stop him.

Silicon Valley

Silicon Valley is the cliché nickname given to the Santa Clara Valley, home to many of the world’s largest high-tech corporations and thousands of startup companies.

The word “silicon” originally referred to the large number of silicon chip innovators and manufacturers in the region. The term “Silicon Valley” eventually came to refer to all high tech businesses in the area, and is now generally used as a synecdoche for the American high-technology economic sector. (silicon is used to create most semiconductors commercially)

Yep only in Silicon Valley!! @iKnightscope patrolling the mall using #AI #cognitive

This place is still far ahead of its rivals.,.. We’ll considering it boasts home to Many notable companies:
Microsoft, YouTube, Google, Intel, Walmart Labs, Tesla, IBM, LinkedIn, Sony Ericson, Sony, Samsung, Dell, Panasonic, Mozilla, Amazon, PayPal, HP, Nokia, Adobe Systems, Apple Inc., eBay, Facebook, Google, Intel, Netflix, SanDisk, Yahoo!,.. . and Uber.  …the list is endless.

Something interesting in a place called Mountain View is the Computer History Museum.
It’s the biggest collection of computer artefacts anywhere in the world, and it’s not only a brilliant account of the progress of computing technology from Babbage’s difference engine to the smartphone. It also provides a guided tour of the growth of Silicon Valley.
You hear about Hewlett and Packard setting up in a garage in 1939, you meet the team which was to found Intel and put the silicon in Silicon Valley, you visit Xerox Parc where the computer mouse and graphical user interface were invented.
And you come away realising that the current success stories – from Facebook to Uber – are standing on the shoulders of giants, benefiting from 70 years of innovation. Coupled with that long history, Silicon Valley has a world class university in Stanford, loads of talented engineers and a culture of risk-taking where a couple of failures are a badge of honour for an entrepreneur rather than a mark of shame.

Here in Kenya, rather than dreaming with our Silicon Savannah which is Konza City; (a very long shot considering the trillions to be spent on it), the government could digress from economic liberalism and Laissez-faire and make the environment for start ups in Upper hill more favourable, a shift from the banks and construction oligopoly.

If land was made cheap in Upper hill, innovation hubs like ihub would not have to base their headquarters in Ngong Road. What’s it to our benefit if only multinational corporations are able to afford land in Upper hill.

Proposed Africa's tallest building in Nairobi, Upperhill now under construction. 66 floors.

Instead of dreaming Konza’s Silicon Savannah, with the right policies there could be Upperhillicon.

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If the truth is not residing in comfort in our heads, then something else less pleasant will take residence there.

There is a famous idiom often misattributed to Otto von Bismark (it was in fact by the less famous American poet John Godfrey Saxe) to the effect that if you are a lover of laws or sausages, the less you know about how they are made, the better.
The idiom seeks to exhort those with freedom of knowing or choice, not those to whom the information has been forcibly removed and hidden from them by the government.

Forbidden Knowledge isn’t really as
powerful as people make it to be.
^This knowledge is just simply
knowledge hidden and put under a
table (metaphorically speaking).
The True Knowledge, the Knowledge
that is seen as a threat to the system,
is knowledge we can Apply. This is
why useless information is forcefully
taught in schools. They much rather
create docile machines who easily
conform to authority and recurring
debt/dead end job industries. They
prefer this rather than empowering
the people, young self made
Revolutionaries who take no shit and
stand up for what’s right, just, and
harmonious for all.

Someone once stated that “our problem is that we are not angry enough to create a life-changing revolution like other parts of the world.” That is poppycock.
The Kenyan people are in boiling umbrage.. The only problem is that they don’t know where to drive their angers at due to tribal divisions. The main reason for this is that the basis of philosophies on governance was banned by President Moi thus creating an information vacuum and a lack of vision basis among the masses. This basis of philosophies was Marxism.
In short, a revolution should be theoretical too, you cannot slave the people with what they don’t understand.
In Friedrich Engel’s position that there were three forms of Social Democratic struggle: political, economic and theoretical.

Koffi Anan stated, “The world is experiencing a crisis of leadership not a crisis of knowledge.”
I will be derogatory with Moi because as a natural predisposition, history never treated abrogators of knowledge and reason with acquiescence.
This is of course, not a comment from a moral standpoint but one of pure pragmatism. Mainly I am critical of any leader who capitalises on the ignorance of the masses. Ignorance that he directly/ indirectly caused.

Field Marshal Musa Mwariama (1928–1989) was the leader of the Mau Mau on the Meru side of Mt.Kenya. This guy clearly shows signs of PTSD. People like Mwariama didn't have to get PTSD for us to be tacit in Oppression by the Government

Kenyans had lived under two successive  autocratic one-man dictatorships. Kenya’s first President, Jomo Kenyatta, had started off as a nationalist and benevolent dictator before mutating into a chauvinistic bone-breaking autocrat that rued any dissent. He, like his successor, the semi-literate Moi, had transformed Kenya into a country  that the late Josiah Mwangi Kariuki would famously lament, before his assassination in 1975, was “A  country  of ten millionaires and ten million beggars.” Under both Kenyatta and Moi, Kenyans had been turned against each other through artificial ethnic manipulation, competition and rivalries.
Kenyatta’s death came timely to avoid a further dampening of his legacies. However, excuse my French, Moi is the most stupid, non-visionary President Kenya ever had. I am 19 years old, asking about Moi from my elders, the only good thing I hear about him is the Nyayo milk. He was a semiliterate paranoid jamaa who ruled the country like an animal farm, mutilating all hard earned struggles and achievements of independence. His paranoia and illiteracy caused the country a lot of troubles, still felt to date.

In looking at how he got to power, then you will understand his paranoia. As owaah tells..
Moi knew he was a marked man, since Kenyatta had been dying for sometime now but no one could plan a transition (Njonjo, ever-so-creative, had charged some guys with ‘imagining the death of the president’ which it turns out, is a crime against a deity) so he had gone to his Nakuru home to hide. When he had to come to Nairobi to either be sworn in or executed in what would be today Moi Avenue. There was a militia group called Ngoroko, formed to ensure the presidency was not his and they had erected several road blocks to ensure Moi  did not make it to Nairobi.
He was stuffed into the boot of a Peugeot 404 , his long hardened Kalenjin ass travelled almost all the way to Nairobi in that boot. And that was back when it took about almost five hours to travel the distance. Now, tell me if that will not cause you paranoia.
Ngoroko or not, .. One of the most egregious acts committed by Mr Moi’s government was the banning of all Marxism teachings and literature in all learning institutions and Libraries after the attempted coup in 1982. This created a serious information vacuum.

Marxism wasn’t designed to be arcane, abstruse or reserved for the enlightened few Political Science/ Philosophy and Economics students. Marxism is esoteric because Moi made it so.

During those days, Kenyatta, then Moi had banned Col. Muammar Gaddafi’s Green Book, Karl Marx’s  books including  Das Capital and  The Communist Manifesto, George Orwell’s  Animal Farm and  1984, Ngugi wa  Thiong’o’s  Devil on the Cross,  I Will  Marry When  I Want,  Petals of Blood,  Detained: A  Writer’s  Prison Diary,  Barrel of a Pen,  Decolonising the Mind and  Matigari  and many other books, especially those that were  deemed Marxist, Socialist or revolutionary.  The repressive  authorities used the  Penal Code  and autocratic fiat to prescribe anything they deemed wasn’t in the interest of “public order,  public health, public morals or the security of Kenya”.  These were  vague, general and over-broad catch-all phrases that were  used with predictable regularity to suppress and control the country  in order to perpetuate the illegitimate power wielders of the day.

Moi even banned Shakespeare. But fast forward to the 1980s, The British Foreign Secretary comes to Kenya and he is told Shakespeare is no longer studied in our schools. He mentions it to the President, Moi talks about it publicly and decrees that the British playwright be brought back to our curriculum.

Then KICD Kenya Institute of Curriculum Development propeses Julius Caesar, But somebody in the Ministry of Education shoots down their proposal, thinking that in this play Shakespeare advocates violent revolutions. A correct reading of the play would have told this official that, in fact, the English Playwright poses the eternal question: Are violent revolutions justified? Anyway, they then propose Romeo and Juliet as a set book, this being a play that deals with the emotional turbulence in teenagers. On the flip side, Luckily, this time their recommendation is accepted; and this marks the return of the giant of English Literature.


The more freedom we have, the more choices available to the people. The fewer freedoms we have, the faster hypocrisy will eat away at the heart of our society.

Our parents were denied Marxist stuff and look at the country now, tribalism, corruption, government debt, unemployment and myopic political selfishness have taken sway. What if the key to the third Kenyan Liberation lies in these philosophies and books?  Yeah, yeah ignorance is bliss but information won’t kill us too.

If any of y’all wants any book on Marxism, matter of factly, if any of you wants any of those books named above, reach out to me with the book’s name on my Whatsapp – 0702161160 – My word is that I will send it to you PDF versions free of charge.
Lets see if these information that Moi banned will kill us.


Get your Head out of your Ass and become a Humanist

The irrelevancy of Politics, School & Religion is found on the false basis that there’s gonna be a saviour outside of ….. Us.
I am here as an encourager, the world has plenty of critics already. I’ll give it to you straight. Use your fucking head bruh.
We are responsible for the current state of the world, for its development. Violence in the outside world is a reflection of the violence we have inflicted on ourselves within. Envy and greed are inner realities before they find outward expression. If the earth lies savaged and languishing in sickness, it is because our inner spiritual realities have been polluted and exploited by the pressure to obtain self satisfaction and indulgence. If the planet is to recover, and balance to the environment be restored, there must be a dramatic change in our own attitudes and a new realization of the true purpose of our lives.
Capitalism, in particular, has willfully exploited energy for the purpose of physical gratification. This capitalism seems indelible though, even after its evils have been bared out.

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone."

— John Maynard Keynes

A universe in which there exists such a thing as an irresistible force is, by definition, a universe which cannot also contain an immovable object. And a universe which contains an immovable object cannot, by definition, also contain an irresistible force. So the question is essentially meaningless: either the force is irresistible or the object is immovable, but not both. And the object is immovable due to ignorance and apathy. Which is why there is need for a social revolution in order for our political revolution to succeed.

It is the mindset that must change and as Bangladeshi’s Nobel laureate, social entrepreneur, banker, economist and civil society leader Muhammad Yunus says:

“My greatest challenge has been to change the mindset of people. Mindsets play strange tricks on us. We see things the way our minds have instructed our eyes to see.” 

The people must free themselves from unsustainable practices.
Five minutes after your birth, they decided your name, nationality, and religion. You spend the rest of your life defending something you didn’t even choose.
Never accept something as the truth because you got it from somebody you respect. Blind belief is egregiously inimical.

One instantly loses control over their own mind, potential to change, and grow when they hand over their thinking to someone else who doesn’t even have control over their own.
Make assertive decisions for yourself (your greatest teacher) and learn from these decisions to make better ones. Don’t get stuck in dogma, “living your life through other people’s eyes”. If people spend energy to disprove your unique and ever changing perspective of reality with their fancy “fact” it’s ‘them’ that’s stunning their growth as you continue to grow infinitely.

The fact that an opinion has been widely held is no evidence whatever that it is not utterly absurd; indeed in view of the silliness of the majority of mankind, a widespread belief is more likely to be foolish than sensible.

” When you call yourself a Luo, or a Kikuyu, or a Muslim or a Christian, or a communist, or a Libertarian or anything else, you are being violent. Do you see why it is violent? Because you are separating yourself from the rest of mankind. When you separate yourself by belief, by tribe, by intellectualism or class it breeds violence.

So a man who is seeking to understand violence does not belong to any class, to any religion, to any political party or partial system; he is concerned with the total understanding of mankind”

Every human has something to offer this world; the question is will we create a society that can see everyone’s worth? If you pastiche the good aspects of every philosophy, religion, isms, cult and culture into a Venns diagram, what you will get in the middle after joining them is humanism. This is no alternative fulcrum, it is a perfect ragtag that will create a perfect society a haecceity with a human centered zeitgeist.
Contrary to popular belief, I am interested in the creation of a Paradise on earth more importantly than suffering here to get to a Paradise in heaven.
The “saintliness” of being humbled in poverty (portrayed in mainstream religions) is a severe mistruth.
Poverty/ Riches = Results of Poverty/ Rich ‘Thinking’. There’s nothing good or evil about money outside of one’s accepted & projected beliefs. Putting yourself in poverty to be seen as humble is nothing but a lack of understanding of the power of mind. Also, the belief of “Only Fear God” is another subconscious manipulation.
If you fear God, then you’ll always fear your self worth = God.

^Only some examples of false religious propaganda that only causes neurotic schizophrenia and corporate driven societies.
The third Kenyan liberation will happen in concomitance with Humanism.
Your ass reeks of pseudo truths. That’s not a really good place to keep your head. Humanism is the real truth.

Don’t Let The High go to Waste. Believe.

We are here to create a revolution unlike any that has gone before. A conscious Awareness Tsunami that will sweep the planet and shake our modern world to its very core.
A transcultural spiritual revolution which will transform the separate and fragmented cultures of Earth into one vast global and planetary meta-culture in which the unique diversity of every nation, of every peoples, of every tribe, of every person is valued as contributing to the beauty of the whole.

Feminists protest when women have to show off part of their breasts in advertisements. #SexualObjectification
Feminists show off their breasts to protest against 'unequal treatment of women' by the Vatican

Life’s most persistent and urgent question is “What are you doing for others?” – Martin Luther King Jr.
I have thought hard and the only answer I can arrive at is that future generations of Kenyans will judge ours with our apathy.


Each generation must discover its mission, fulfill it or betray it, in relative opacity; I think that as Kenyans, we are betraying our mission here. The country is polarized due to structural issues like tribalism, not personal issues like hate.
However, in a world that has come to celebrate nationalism and supranational cooperation, tribal identity is running out of reasonable justification for its existence.
Everything in Kenya points towards revolution. We need a cultural revolution, economic revolution, political revolution, a whole society unravelling is what we need.
Frantz Fanon, who wrote: “The Future will have no pity for those men (and women) who, possessing the exceptional privilege of being able to speak words of truth to their oppressors, have taken refuge in an attitude of passivity, of mute indifference and sometimes of cold complicity. So I will not keep my mouth shut and let the high go to waste.
In the midst of this hullabaloo, confusions, tension and what nots in Kenya, we should wake up from this civic apathy and grow a flower from these evils in our country.

The Hierarchy of Disagreement


1. Refuting the Central Point
This is the zenith most shrewd gambit. By choosing to explicitly refute the central point, the person is hitting at a point way deeper than a man’s ego; this move will mostly lead to concession by the party to whom the point is getting driven at. It is a prudent move of attacking the point rather than the person. And so long as a man’s ego is intact, all is well and the refuter wins.

And do you know what the sad truth is, most of these thought defectors are wrong. My sense is that to be wrong about a point, one has to be right. They are one and the same thing. Take a minute and refute this.

2. Refutation
This is an instance whereby a person finds the mistake and explains why its mistaken using quotes.
An extreme Islamist opposed to Democracy will quote Surahs, Hadiths and the Qur’an to heavily support his claims & radical thoughts.
An anarchist will peruse through history and quote Chairman Mao Tse Tung/  Malcolm X/ Ernesto Che Guevara/ Karl Marx in order to quench his/her integral revolutionary mind.

In other words Refutation is akin to “If The Shoe Fits”. You feel me.

3. Counterargument
The Bolsheviks- a faction of the Marxist Russian Social Democratic Labor Party led by Vladimir Lenin & Alexander Bogdanov split due to tensions between the two founders. Lenin had a penchant of steadfast opinions and an unwillingness to bear opinions contrary to his own. If you did not follow his self envisioned utopia you were regarded as an enemy contrived to sever or subjugation.
One way or another, however narrow minded you are, you must create room/ or have an ability to accept criticism, Unless you are God; so Alexander Bogdanov with his reputation as a philosopher to book, contradicted Lenin’s views and backed his own up with reasoning and/ or supporting evidence. Their differences became irreconcilable and after propositions, scathing & machismo wars, Bagdanov was expelled from the party.

4. Contradiction
This is an instance where one states the opposing case with little or no supporting evidence. This is the epitome of defeat & what comes next after these kicks of a dying horse are ugly happenings. When all the 3 above have failed, a being gets caught up in protecting its own egos with no pertinent opinions rather than being different.

A credible electoral system, enjoying the confidence of every Kenyan will save this beautiful country the unwanted bloodshed after a brother raises a hand against a brother due to contested results.
Whether the elections were credible or not, the word confidence is the key word. So I don’t see how a sycophantic bigot affiliate to the people in power will choose to oppose a quest for confidence and peace. Spearheading your political egos and loving a political party more than your family and its future wellbeing, If that is not foolery, I don’t know what is.
The drafters of the current constitution enshrined upon the civil society & opposition party freedoms and relevance so vast that the opposition are now misusing it by always contradicting with little or no evidence. If you look closely and block your partisanship, you will see that both sides are right while they are also wrong. There is too much pride involved and still the situation is a contradiction of contradictions. Ill contrived contradictions if you get the twist.

5. Responding to tone.
As I walked through the dark twitter corridors, I saw screams, yes I saw screams from Ghosts. Tweets so shouty from a keyboard battalion of the Kenyan twitterati reacting to David Ndii’s article about “Kenya is a cruel marriage, its time we talk divorce.” That is one of the best articles covering our deepest core ugly issues as Kenyans that I ever read. David Ndii succeeded in bringing out the truth as it was without sugarcoating the plunder and ineptitude in the government, the myopic political selfishness and how it would be Kenya’s undoing.
But the hard truth only antagonized a mob who were clouded by Ndii’s choice of words, choosing to criticize the tone of writing without addressing the substance of the argument. The truth sounds like hate to those who hate truth.

5. ad hominem
This is a scenario whereby a reader/ opposite party attacks the characteristics or authority of the writer without addressing the substance of argument.
To escape and be free of bias as a writer, put your bigotry, sycophancy, partisanship, religiosity, judge mentalism, reputation, integrity grounds and incorrigibility away.
The consummate Kenyan writer Binyavanga Wainaina came out as gay in a very conservative Kenyan Society. A writer with such fecundity of mind could see his work not reaching and benefitting a targeted audience just because his sexuality bothers some self-righteous librarians/ book stores/ policy makers/ parent/ teacher or school head.

6. Name calling
This is the nadir in the hierarchy of disagreements, the zenith of empty mindedness and blatant signs of an intellectual battle completely lost.
Commonsense calls and argues that you walk away from a losing match, but we know commonsense is a flower that does not doesn’t grow in everyone’s garden. The Poet Laureate Chinua Achebe said that, If you don’t like someone’s story, write your own.
An attitude of passivity, of mute indifference and sometimes cold complicity could beat a fool in his own game. As George Carlin once said, “Never argue with an idiot. They will only bring you down to their level and beat you with experience. No comment is a comment too.

“Ivory has nothing your own nails do not have” – Richard Branson

April 30th is a day worth seven Hallelujahs. On this day someone will be celebrating his birthday after 18 years of trial and error now transitioning into society a full grown wise boy.


And it is still on this day that Kenya led by President Uhuru Kenyatta and 10 other African Presidents, will set ablaze more than 120 tonnes of ivory and rhino horn. This 10 times what was burnt by President Moi in 1989.

President Daniel Arap Moi sets 12 tonnes of ivory on fire at Nairobi National Park in 1989

A stockpile of ivory tusks will go up in flames in Nairobi at a ceremony expected to attract international celebrities, conservation gurus, and national and business leaders.
This will be the world’s largest stockpile of rhino and elephant horn products ever to be burnt. Mad Props for the steadfast approach of sending a no-nonsense message to the world concerning our wildlife importance and the measures we would go to protect it. The clear message is that this country values the animals more than the price tag the traffickers attach to these items. It also goes to show just how far the country is willing to go to protect its wildlife for posterity.

People have won chess through intimidation, making bold moves and scathing the opponent causing him/her to make blind moves that expose him/her to vulnerability thus a checkmate.
I believe this is what the nation is doing here. 120 tonnes of ivory worth $ 270 million. That’s Kshs 21.6 billion.

Economists would sit all day and blabber that the money injected to the money pool would boost the economy.. But that’s the whole point. A borrowing nation burning the world’s largest most prolific ivory stockpile is a very bold chess move. And there is a lot to gain from it.

There is a very huge importance of tourism to the Kenyan economy. It is banal to even keep repeating the phrases, “Agriculture & Tourism are our biggest foreign exchange earners.”
The money is used for imports, infrastructure and in accumulative repayment of the country’s debts.

While Kenya is borrowing a massive $10 billion from the Chinese for the SGR railway, this is 20% of Kenya’s gross domestic product.
China has become the first country to cross the sh 300 billion mark in exports to Kenya, underlying its growing economic significance in the country.
And you know what the biggest irony is, China is the biggest market for poached ivory. So how are we going to pay them if all they do is take even the little we have?

We are gobbling up loans from Chinese banks whose Asiatic lot has failed to ban ivory trade.
They announced that they would phase out the legal domestic manufacture and sale of ivory products in May 2015. But here’s something.
Last month on March 30th 2016, Kenyan police seized ivory worth sh 6.4 million concealed in a cargo of gemstones at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport in Nairobi. The cargo was in transit from Mozambique to Shanghai. Shanghai is in the U.S or maybe in Brazil? Right?
Naah. Shanghai is in China. Why aren’t there nothings like CITES/ NATO/ UN in these places?
These Chinese faggots are either half blind or their little to no understanding of the English language harbours their empathy to the decry of African nations and the world on an end to Wildlife trade.


Is it a curse to have a source of National wealth as an African nation?

Diamonds in Sierra Leone fuelled the Civil War leading to them being famed as blood Diamonds.
Oil caused strife and the schism of The Sudanese Republic.

The Wildlife Conservation Society has pointed out that the global ivory trade leads to the slaughter of up to 35,000 elephants a year in Africa.

Asian countries are trying to compete with each other for influence in the continent’s fast growing economics economies.
Slots in Ethiopia & Kenya are filled with China. Japan has tried to maintain cordial ties even with leaders who have antagonized Western nations like Zimbabwe’s Mugabe.
Chinese artisans have a glee for ivory like how a fat Kid loves cake despite all these.

Tell 'em

Instead of talks to ban, Let’s burn the ivory because it is the only language the Chinese will understand because English is clearly not working. Preach !!

What a way to mark a birthday.

Twitter: @mighty_leny

Afro modernism Art Compass: Bold Photographs, Rich Culture, Black #Ebony . Not Generic and Not Institutionalized.

Am speaking to the African youth who don’t even know what Capitalism/ Communism is. “Usijali Ndugu”. No need to worry bruh… None of that shit matters to us anyway… A bunch of foreign ideologies forced down our throats. But I would weep in my grave for a generation of Africans that failed to uphold their worth through art… That is Afro-modernism. I hate -isms but this more of a movement/ a compilation of similar artworks -Ebony Black/ Bold/ Beautiful/ African/ Beautiful just fits into a common mainframe of Afro-modernism.

This Afro-modernism is self-referential- black/ swarthiness being a dominant theme all over this form of art ->> as if beckoning & speaking to you from a “make art not war” vantage point.
Other forms of modernist art such as Postmodernism is visionary crap.. It is like trying to cross a bridge not even reached.
Afro-modernism here reeks of Africa.->> It crept in to salvage the African essence now slowly fading away to modernism.

Multi-cultural adorning of fleeting black exotic forms of picture folklore. An archive of tales captured in one photograph. It is fresh.. Authentic.. Fresh. It takes pride of place and it is clearly in a class of its own to be celebrated perhaps as one of the best forms of art. Its exotic nature has had a very large influence on other foreign art.
Beauty blurs the line between what society has deemed as fact and fiction.

Selfies are corrupted, non-cultured and unprofessional.
Studio works- 30 filters employed/edited happiness.
Afro-modernism ->> The photographer’s lens captures the idealistic epitomes of an African, man, woman and society.
Dominant male made of black
Feminine attributes of an African woman.
The liveliness of what African children do captured in a picture.

This is a niche ->>> Roads untravelled, close to everything in Africa is photograph worthy while less of it is documented in photographs.
Visual accounts of African Culture/ Society/ People continue to slay and being held at an Utopian valor.
Traditional Yoruban Religions & Attributes
African Print
French Africa
Mali People
Zulu corrupted by white culture
Kenyan Maasai people
Kenyan Wild Safaris.

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Picture folklore of indigenous thoroughbred Black souls maintains non-refutable attributes/ Ethnographic & Anthropological perspectives of the African people and culture.

Everything is here.
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Poppa Don- Grow that wealth

Today marks the official release of the video & audio of the track ”Grow that Wealth”. The video has been released exclusively on his POPPA DON fan page. Be the first to check it out!!
‘Grow that wealth’ is a narrative of strategy & tactic through the eye of a budding rap artist seeking to make his mark in the industry. In 3:06 minutes, the act ‘Poppa Don’ contextualizes the struggle of fighting your way up the ladder in the music business with the intent to grow ones passion & wealth.
The audio can be downloaded through the following Mdundo, itunes & waabeh links respectively.
Happy new year!!

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In this world we live in, we are literally swimming in clichés of life, norms, stereotypes, sects, vices and vanity. Sects like government & religion are like the principal forces contributing to the bulk of human behavior. We all know our parents weren’t rebellious so they adopted as cups of tea preconceived notions of what can sustain a human being, now rebellion in youths comes handy in these instances of the older generation letting the society tell us what we have to do.

It was hammered to my head that college is the ticket to a good life….but some career goals don’t require college. It is more about having the guts to embrace who you are rather than following the path society carved out for you.

If the shoe fits wear it, I have my Lenny Moments of Epiphany once in a while, who am I to block them, So believe it when I tell you that Society’s got you living for a whack cause. The bad things in this world are the stuff the society actively mirrors, projects & amplifies, approving as mainstream popular culture while the good things remain in the dark backgrounds away from the limelight.

Society is like a person keeping his acquaintances stuck in a negative mind state pushing people to act in evil crazy ways. No one likes you when you are 18 without a plan. Am not some sort of Rabbi, but am trying to lift a generation in a society I view as destructive… Rescuing souls from their deepest confines of darkness to a beauty away from society evils.

Avoid drugs & Greed Peeps.

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