When news started coming in of the Garissa Attack last Thursday, I held my breath and went into a cocoon, not wanting to believe the reality. It turned out to be my least favourite Easter weekend, occasionally coming up for air to receive updates on social media about what happened and what shouldn’t have. On Monday, I saw a tweet about Tuesday’s vigil and decided to attend.
On February 13th 2013, Boniface Mwangi organised what was to be his last protest. After leading several demonstrations against ills in the country, he felt Kenya wasn’t worth dying for and his family needed him more. I followed Boniface from home to his office to Uhuru Park where the demonstration was dispersed by anti-riot police.
Last Friday, I received a call from Samir Dave asking me if I wanted to shoot at Holi. I quickly said yes, thinking we were to fly to India for the colourful festival. He clarified it was an event by East FM and was to be held at Simba Union Club in Nairobi the following day. I was a bit deflated but excited at the opportunity.
If you told me that I’d be earning a living from photography when I used to shoot blurry shots, I’d have laughed out loud and told you copywriting is my thing. See, photography was just a hobby. It was one of those things I did when I had nothing to do. I loved creating ads and didn’t see myself doing anything else.
Located between the Aberdare Ranges and Dundori Ridge is Central Province’s only natural lake – Ol Bolossat. I also didn’t know that it was the only one in Central Province until about two years ago. I’d always longed to visit it and see the beauty it held and last week, the opportunity presented itself and I joined friends from Onetouch for a short trip there.
When I started out in photography about nine years ago, concerts were I clicked the most. The opportunity to interact with great performers live and move freely yet discreetly at concerts kept me going back for more. Then career happened and with that, other projects, sending concerts to the backseat. This year, I want to WD40 the rust in my concert trigger finger and get back to my first love. So when I saw the Jonathan Butler billboards and heard the Mavuno Worship Team perform their rendition to ‘Falling in Love with Jesus’, I knew I had to attend the Safaricom Jazz Festival.
You must have seen their ads on Facebook by now. Easy Taxi claims to be the number 1 mobile taxi application and is now available in Kenya. This is all good for people who would like to use their service, but, not good to the photography community in Kenya and around the world.
There’s been a lot of interest in the operation of unmanned aerial aircraft in Kenya in the recent past and especially this week, with two mainstream media outlets publishing different drone-related stories on the same day. And for this reason, my long break from blogging has come to an end.
I’ll always be grateful to God my Father for blessing me with the gift of photography because through it, I’ve been able to visit places that I might have only dreamt of if I had a regular desk job. This year alone, I’ve been to more new places in Kenya than in my entire life combined, the latest on the list being Lake Natron.
I woke up this morning to the news of the passing of Dr Myles Munroe, his wife and others in Bahamas. I usually get sad when I hear of the death of someone I knew, but not this time. There was a sense of celebration in me. Celebration of the life of a man who gave his all to make God’s word understood to me, to know the power I have within me. His greatest lesson to me: Die empty. This is something I believe he did.
I’ve always loved sports photography. So when I saw the Safaricom Sevens billboards a couple of weeks ago, I started preparing to be there for Africa’s premier sevens tournament. I applied for my accreditation to be able to shoot from the field but two days to kick-off, I was told it wasn’t approved.
It was a cold Friday morning, the 27th of August 2010. It’s a day that had been awaited with much anticipation and excitement. It had been named the rebirth of Kenya, and it felt like it. The only other time the country was so united in celebration was at independence. So Uhuru Park was definitely the place to be on Promulgation Day.
Flying presents one with an opportunity to see the world in a whole new perspective. In the few minutes before going above the clouds, I keep myself entertained trying to name the minuscule collection of buildings and highways. Then above the clouds, a new beauty awaits, with clouds of all shapes and sizes scattered across the horizon.
I spent most of last week in Abuja, shooting at The Nordic Villa. While flying there from Nairobi, I flipped through my Msafiri and found an article recommending what to do while in Nigeria. Since I had one free day before returning to Nairobi, I immediately had a plan to take in some Nigerian beauty.
I remember this day quite clearly: it was Saturday 17th October 2009; there was an Oliver Mutukudzi concert going down at Bomas and the JAB 82 launch at GoDown Arts Centre; I was torn between the two and I’m glad I made the better choice. JAB’s sound was still relatively new in a country where many forms of Benga dominated the airwaves, so their fan base was small, but very dedicated. Actually, the concert felt more like a gathering of friends of the JAB lead members, Jim Chuchu, Bildad Selanga and Daniel Muli.