One of the crowning jewels of the city of Nairobi is the fact that it is the only capital city in the world with a national park. This isn’t really surprising seeing as most of Kenya was once the wild savannah but still, it’s pretty cool! Twenty minutes from home and I find myself surrounded by nature and wildlife. On my last visit to the park I was lucky enough to come across a lioness enjoying her early bird special.
The weather didn’t seem like it was up to cooperating but my kids and I were still determined to make it to the shaggy dog show. Swaddled in sweaters, we made our way to the Racecourse where the event was being held. On arriving there, I was surprised to find the parking lot full of cars! Clearly we weren’t the only ones eager to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon supporting a good cause.
In 1931, Baroness Karen Blixen (yes, the very Karen Blixen whom the movie ‘Out of Africa’ was about) sold her failing coffee farm to Jean Remi Martin (nope…not that Remi Martin. Jean had nothing to do with brandy except for maybe enjoying a tipple every now and then). Jean had a plan to develop the farm into a residential suburb but this sprawling wilderness fought him every step of the way.
A few Sundays ago, I was invited for the viewing of Coke Studio Africa season 5. I have to admit that I had never actually watched Coke Studio. All I knew about it was that it was some sort of mash-up of artist’s songs and every once in a while, international stars like Trey Songs graced our country with their presence because of the show. I was therefore looking forward to view it for the first time at a flashy event, in full colour.
A few days ago I paid a visit to Circle Art Gallery as part of a work project. As much as I appreciate a good painting, I have never quite understood how a piece of art can sell for millions of dollars. That must mean that it has value right? But how is that value determined and who decides what it is worth?
I am not a big fan of Motown. I am more of a hip hop girl and when it comes to old school sounds, I usually go no further than the R&B hits of the 90s. I must admit that of late, I have been acquiring a taste for music that was popular way before my time (‘all I have to do is dream’ by the Everly Brothers keeps unexpectedly popping into my head) but generally speaking, Motown tracks don’t feature on my playlist.
We gathered on a warm Saturday afternoon to witness Victor and Janet exchange vows. The groomsmen, dressed in their long, white, kanzus, danced down the aisle and were soon joined by the gorgeously done-up bridesmaids who were carrying their flowers in traditional trays known as ‘uteos’. The nervous groom’s face lit up as the wedding march begin to play and the bride slowly made her way to his side.