I remember a time, which now seems shrouded in the mists of the past, when I couldn’t go a waking hour without logging onto Facebook to check my friends’ status updates and share my own, when the green dot that showed someone else was online and ready to chat gave me an adrenaline rush.
Earlier this week, as I sat at my table, engaged in a staring match with my computer’s screen, not knowing who would blink first, I wondered aloud what I would write for my blog this week. Nothing on my Evernote list of possible topics seemed apposite for both the moment and my mood. And trust, me, that list has grown quite long lately.
Over the last few weeks, there have been numerous reports of the sufferings of Africans in China. It is not my place to recount them in detail, but I can relate the rudiments. As it goes, folks of African origin living in some Chinese cities have been turned out of their residences by landlords and denied entry to malls and other social amenities by security officials.
The other day, as I was trawling through my Twitter timeline, one tweet particularly grabbed my attention, which is saying a lot, since Twitter as a whole is an attention hog. In any case, this tweep was begging folks who send misinformation to oldies on WhatsApp to stop. She felt she had been turned into a fact-checker, and was exhausted by the attendant duties.
The other day, while following the Pope’s Mass online with a couple of friends, I heard kids playing outside the door. As usual when kids play, they had these meaningless conversations on a randomly-changing roster of topics, none of which was exhausted before the next one took its place. At one point, they started chanting “coronavirus, coronavirus,” interspersed with some words I cannot remember.
In November last year, I radically changed a significant part of my life. I stopped having lunch as a daily routine. No, I am not watching my weight. I have no need to watch my weight, because there is nothing to watch. I have never been overweight, and I do not think that is a problem I will have to deal with any time soon.
Early this week, the Daily Nation published an article titled “Study reveals over 500,000 abortions are done yearly across the country.” I read it with a lot of interest, because I am one of those annoying nutcases who think the conversation about abortion should not be had in my absence.
Here in Kenya, we take it for granted that ours has been the most stable country in East Africa since independence. This is a lie. We have had dictatorships, an attempted coup, multiple political assassinations, and deadly electoral mishaps. Besides, Tanzania has been way more stable, and it is just across our southern border.
You do you. I first heard this phrase during a conversation with a friend, over a topic I have now forgotten, about two years ago. Short and rather shallow-sounding, it is certainly a cliché, which means it is easy to misuse. Yet it has become my favourite way of playfully exhorting people I am familiar with to be unafraid to act out their idiosyncrasies.
In my first article of this year, I mentioned that I would start posting articles only on my personal website (the one on which you are reading this). In effect, I am abandoning all the other platforms on which I have written before. The only exceptions are those for which I continue to write commissioned or pitched pieces.