boyfulani

Seems like this is Intern season all over the landscape.

Well, I have a minute and a huff.  I’m doing this on word, to wad of the prying eyes of detail –oriented editors behind my back. There is a meeting going on behind me and some designers are getting bashed for not putting up bylines for a certain Swahili newspaper. For some reasons, I am having this fear that they can read through me,  but haidhuru!

This happens to be my third week and other than the self-important condescending employees (harrowed be their names)  I am fairly happy with my progress. First, let me blow my trumpet a little and say that getting here was not a mean fete, as only five of us were shortlisted for these positions. Three of us are already done with school, with yours truly teetering at that 3rd-into-4th year crisis- where you can’t tell your year in one word. Regardless, we moved in full stride, and i chose the weirdest of all posting.

Design Desk.

These are the slave-rs of the media scene, I have come to learn! I thought there was prestige in assembling the country’s most read publications- the synergy, skill and the passion/talent to maintain the standard and all…but well, I am yet to fully internalize it all. Actually, I have been courting conventional journalism too, even from this end- where you are sent out in the field with an experienced reporter, and after you bang in your story and send it to them; there comes the reply:

Boy_fulani: Please spell-check your story before sending. On another note, come over to my desk for some (effing) tit- bits on how it’s done.

Like  a little dog, you let out a whimper then silently follow (with a nod here and there) practical talk about the in-house style, delayed lead and such news reporting details.

(If it’s some snobbish female reporter, she’ll copy and paste it to your office mail and hit send without a hi or bye. If it’s Juma, the jamaa i accompanied jana to some conference where I spent the entire public watchdog duty,  watching the comely Betty Murungi, she of TJRC fame banter on about something or the other…well, Juma? He’ll make SUA you UNDERSSStaND the CoRRREct GRammeRR and SSSSSSSSSSStlye.)

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There are a lot of stories to share, like the one below now that my blogging mojo is back.

Security B_each

I was startled this morning,  when i was stopped at the security desk and asked to open my ’small package’.  See, after waking up too early this morning,  I really had no time to prepare breakfast. So, I just passed by mama Kanini’s all-round-hotel, b  and asked to for two hot ndaoz to be listed under my name. Walking to the bus stop,  images of the 9 ‘Oclock office and the rubbery mandazi were already making breakfast in my heart, such that, I started humming soon as i signed my name.

“Nini hiyo?” asks the lady guard who was picking my ID

Hii? Keki, Kwa nini?

That is the same question that landed me in trouble a while back.

Haiya.Ati kwa nini? : Some security guy who was standing a distance from the counter, asks angrily and i look in his direction.

Ni nani mkubwa wako, ndio aweze kukueleza vizuri rules za hapa?

I give him a blank look and start justifying why I has asked the question – solely for information.

He wants to hear nothing, and wants my ndaoz to remain at the counter as he refers the case to mdosi.

As I always say, this bitch slaps logic —-yaani,  why phones disappear daily on that floor with no suspects nubbed, but you chase the morning chill trying to nail some kiddo armed with two ndaoz and several coins for a lunch time puff?

This wasn’t a good start for a Tuesday when I was getting the log in details for my first live page interaction- er whatever that means.

_screamyintern_

Well, those who know me are aware that i rarely do the ‘idiot box’ unless i really really have to do. So when one Jeremy came packing from Big Brother’s House (who-the-hell-is-this-big-brother that they go to every year??)…anyway…yeah..i had a hard time criticizing the guy in a class assignment on this site (yeah, we high tech nowadays we blog for marks, ha!)

Anyway, some buzz is doing around campo and of course, usually, UsGaizofMedia are the first to..pick it up! I’ve never blogged about this guy, but he is campo’s most hated jamaa. From staff, to his sub-ordinates and the list drags on…and he’s simply called, Njuguna. Or Njuguna the security man. Basically speaking, he’s the head of Campo’s security so you expect he’s got to brush shoulder’s who like bending and bedding the rules (especially those of us who do off-campus residences where no-rules-abound-ha).

Personally, i have no beef with him coz i’ve managed to keep my sh*t well covered like a cat. And again, working for the fourth estate (and possessing some good sounding tittle that simply means errand boy, i got to really be a good boy

Grass was green

So anyway, story broke that Man Njugush, has not been up to no good lately. Apparently, now that this school is a vast Savannah, there are unused lands that have with them grass…not weed, er, but with the spurts of short rains, Kao-land cows do not need ngwin-glasses to  see it…and ever the intelligent guy ( i hear he says this a lot) he decided to collude with some boys from the G4S crew and sneak in cattle AT NIGHT in exchange for ca$h!

Well, it hasn’t lasted for long nad as i type thing, my phone is ringing off my pocket for it calls for…AN EVICTION PARTYYYYYYYYYYYY.

~On behalf of all sadist,a toast to that !

they are circulating. people are forwarding them to countless of contacts.behind stifled and giddy sniggers, guys are crouched in front computer screens, oggling at the

stop!

so, who is kaz? do i know her? i think i do. i bump into her name in the so-called entertainment media mostly for some very wrong reasons. once, it was an issue with patriotism. the other time its her attitude that needs some ‘cutting’. last friday, it was about her clande with a chopper-flying politician.

in kenya, this is what makes a celeb- controversy? look at Cess, throwing a bash because she lost her job…

oh, and i hear she (kaz) is also a musician. she sings right? i have never heard of any of her song. not on radio. maybe they play it when am not listening. or on another station i rarely listen too. so, if any of you have heard any of her piece of vocal art, how is she? is she a good musician?

well, since the ‘ultimate ears’ ( rag-reviewers) have heard her sing and they decided she is one good singer and deserves the title, let me go down with it.

after all, good music is like pornography…you can’t define it, but once you see it, you know it.

but am not one who believes in what i hear( read music)  rather, what i see…so

you get those photos? lets stop further shaming of irresponsible celebs

forward them to me.