My Take

What’s up with the ignorance?

I am not on Snapchat. Just to put it out there! I try to use minimal social media so as to spare myself from constantly being glued to my electronic devices. Hence, I use Twitter, Facebook, Whatsapp and Instagram. Wow, very minimalistic indeed.

Given the above information, I was not aware that on Tuesday it was Nairobi’s turn to be featured on the Snapchat Live Feed. It was the first city in Africa to be given this opportunity. I soon got the low down from multiple Facebook status updates posted by enraged Kenyans, who considered the responses of some Tweeps as degradatory. Essentially, some people posted negative tweets about the photo’s and video’s which were uploaded on Snapchat from Nairobi. Share2015-05-24-b8506d2c17ae8efada1088da54d9bfc1665ec914ef1c6bf1970ae0134be66e0d-Picture

I live in Nairobi and can assure you that it is a hub of life with a great many cultures, languages, beliefs, social classes and what have you, all embroiled in the constant traffic, events, conversations and business dealings that happen within the city. Nairobi is a boiling pot of persons from diverse and rich backgrounds all adding flavor to the stew that is ever simmering. You can find lush lawns and lavish houses here, as well as slum areas. Humble mkokotenis (two wheel carts pulled by hand) share road space with gigantic four wheel drives. Warmth and laughter is common place among locals. Swahili and English coexist similarly to coffee and milk in a cappucino, frothily bubbling over and wafting the scent of lively conversation into the air. A 40-story business block can stand across from a maize man roasting makai (maize) on the street. Oh how satisfying it is to live in a city filled with the smallest and largest pleasures your heart desires.

Rather than feeling enraged that some people were trashing my city, I decided to think logically. You cannot judge a book by its cover. Main stream media may portray under developed countries as burning heaps of indebted pieces of land with no sense, but that is not always the case. Conflict rears its ugly head in many parts of the world as is evident today. But Africa specifically is portrayed as lacking in many aspects by various media in the developed world. Then, is it really a wonder that a teenager coming from a different continent can audaciously tweet that is it a miracle Nairobi has more than three cellphones?

Atleast open up the book (or pdf) and glance at the pages. Some words may stay with you for the rest of your life. The cover is too “main stream” – stand out, why dont you!


The Letter

Triiiinggg. Triiiinggg.

The school bell chimed and all the children leaped up with joy as home time was finally here. The first graders had been learning about letter writing. Kildom Primary School was a happy place full of laughter, fun and games.

But one little girl in first grade had not been happy that day. Amy, who was usually the life of the class room, had been silent and sad for a couple weeks now. Her teacher Mrs. Ganish let the child be. What could one possibly do at such a time? She would try and coax the child to speak, engage, play and sing. But it was not something she expected Amy to do at this point in time. Children really do suffer too much when these things happen. Hopefully Amy picked up something about letter writing to distract herself from the chaos.

Amy shouldered her school bag and began walking out of class with her red hair in a long pony tail, big green eyes downcast and head drooping. The white van awaited her at the end of the parking lot. In she got, as she did every evening after school. And just as always, dad Billy asked her how her day went. Then they made their way to the place which smelt funny and had people in white coats roaming around. The white coat that came to see her mom was tall and kind. But whenever he came to speak to mommy and daddy, they became scared and sad.

Six year old Amy was sitting at her mother’s bedside scribbling on a piece of paper.

Please stop hurting her. She cant bear the pain. I cant watch when she cries. The tear’s fills up. I do not know why you do this. Please stop. Don’t take her away, I love her. I promise to eat all the vegetables and the healthy food. I will sleep early and do all my homework on time. Just let mommy stay okay? Please don’t take mommy. I promise to give you all my dolls. Even Julie. Thank you.

To: Cancer

From: Amy

“Sweetheart what are you writing?” asked Nurse Samantha.

“It’s a letter to the monster who is hurting mommy.” replied Amy.

The Nurses’ eyes filled with tears as she read the letter and tried not to break down in front of the child with the big, sad, green eyes. How many lives must be destroyed before this monster has consumed its last soul? The nurse knew Amy’s mother would be gone in a few days time. No one came back from the last stage and all the cases which Nurse Samantha had dealt with had killed her sense of hope.

But Amy fostered hope within her heart. A bright, burning beacon of resilience which would only be extinguished by her mothers last breath.

Off she trotted down the hospital corridor. Off to post her letter.


New Beginnings

I have made a plan, and I feel like I need to write it down.

Sail the sea’s I shall, and span the oceans wide untill I am nowhere to be found.

Dig myself deep into the ground and bury the person I was yesterday.

Come up for a breath of fresh air, new and ready for today.

Forget the past and let it rot in the broils of the ocean floor.

Rise up to gulp the cold air rushing down my brow.

For I am nothing but a speckle of flesh in this big wide world we call home.

Let me not get airs about myself, 

for I am nothing compared to the expanse of the Universe – which I can never hold.

Let me be free in my mind and roam the earth untill it is time to say goodbye.

Let me live another day, without a care about what they will say.

Let me breathe one more time, the air that is so divine.

Let me live without a doubt, knowing that today? Today is mine.

By Maalika Kazia




I am Maalika Kazia, a Kenyan national with an Indian heritage. A student of communications, I have a degree in Journalism and a passion for all things media related. A Radio/TV Presenter by day and a B/Vlogger by night.

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