by Kamwangi Njue
“to the harmonization of different temporalities (then) can history frame time’s myriad events within a common projectual narrative structure.”
– Franco “Bifo” Berardi, Breathing, Chaos and Poetry
“the narrative of Nairobi follows a schema: rinderpest outbreak and ecological calamities that adversely affect the pre-capitalist economy and society; a railway construction; a relatively flat swampy land with cool water and some arable land; a series of annexations, expulsions and expansions; and finally, a city hurtling towards “world-class city” status…”
– bethuel muthee, The Hands That Refused The City
mask hamsini mask hamsini
Even before there the body Kenya, we have been adapting to external intrusion since Portuguese ships docked on Mijikenda shores. Masks, either tailor made with vitenges at the streets, Adidas bootlegs, Ochungulo Family designs, Keep Distance – hamsini, hamsini.
wamekuja wote wanaimba – mpaka maaskari
The President imposed a curfew on twenty-seventh of March. Ten days later, at least 6 people were reported dead. By fifth of June, the number of police murders were 26. All from poor neighborhoods. IPOA reports 87 complaints of police violence have been lodged since the curfew, including shootings, robbery, and sexual assault.
If they can dare sing, if they can partake in this act of sustained tonality and rhythm, they might as well have a sense of being.
(On June 4th, IPOA (The Independent Policing Oversight Authority) had reported that 6 police officers were charged. IPOA was established in 2012, “to provide for civilian oversight over the work of the police in Kenya”, and prior to June 4th 2020, it had prosecuted only seven officers.)
the singing birds
It is morning of a 1995. It is towards the end of the year. The schools are out. We have just moved here. The walls of the house are still warm and wet. A night of the first, a small length in one room of the three bedroom house has caved. This is the side where the soil christened to be mud was loose. At the aging kivarwa tree, ngocos wakes us to a sweet promise. It will be so since the day I might leave home. Sometimes in the future I will go for years, but once I come back, even after the tree has been cut down – to provide beams for another house, the Ngoco bird family will still be there, having migrated to a nearby tree. And my mornings will be like this, for my nephews and nieces and their mornings of the future. They will dwell in this mutual nesting, of human and birds.
At Aga Khan Walk, the city ngocos sing.
Following Michelle K. Angwenyi on BIRD—an alternative thesis, we are reminded that “birds forces us to remember.” She returns to the evolution, “a coagulating point, a centre. In places both inside and apart from of memory. What phenotypes tells us, what memories they hold.” She thinks of touch “.. how iterations of related birds have been in touch with each other.”
She follows the tenacity of crows “what is known via their restlessness,” how this in many instances, “approximates pestilence.”
In Ngugi wa Thiongo’s Black Bird, Mangara believes that the black bird is responsible for deaths in his family.
Birds birds birds. Birds of the morning, birds of flight and ones of death.
wale wa mali safi wale wa
At Grogan, there’s Kirinyaga Kikuyu mechanics as you enter from Ronald Ngala towards Globe Cinema roundabout, somewhere in the middle, Luo mechanics also have their own turf. This dialectical cultural gigs, oversees the intricacies of the economy.
At the gate of the Miraa market, the Mbeere is definetly in the building. Even with the lockdown, khat is still a basic human need. This is bigger than the government. Mogoka from Embu county touches base here. Local city distributors engages with the traders. Hii inapsread hadi huko Far East 1960, bra Kinyua 42 – Kibra, the Vaite joints spread around the city like a covid scare— Ungwaro 46. Ati pandemic? Mogoka kama daily bread.
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