Have you ever woken up and felt like your legs were semiparalysed. Its been happening to me for a while now especially after a good night’s sleep. There are two possible explanations I have cooked up so far. either my head is so big that it can concort dreams that come in HD hence requiring more oxygen circulation to fuel the high level of activity in my brain and thus leaving less to my legs or my nerves are becoming slower when I go to sleep hence making simple messages such as “Wake up legs. Time to deliver my ass to the breakfast table.” take longer to be relayed. Whichever it is, it is becoming more and more of a concern! Anyways this was one of the minor issues occupying my mind this Sunday morning.
I just happened to be goin through today’s Buzz magazine in the Daily Nation and read through an interview with one Charles Njagua a prolific Kenyan artiste more commonly known by the stagename Jaguar. I still dont get why people hate on his latest song Kigeugeu. I know it has the whole wierd intonation thing when pronounced but once you get the message behind the lyrics you come to appreciate this guy as one of the few real artists that the Kenyan music industry still has to show for all its decades of existence. The part that totally captured me was when he mentioned that he had at one point worked as a tout for Buruburu matatus! Maybe a good number of you are already familiar with his story but lets have a look at the stats here. THE DUDE IS FRIGGIN 28! and he own an entire security company an automobile company etc etc… all the way from being a druggie kange. Not to sound cliche here but huyu msee ametoka mbali! Many also have attested to his story and it only goes to show how the good old hard work principle still operates even to date. He is of course not the only kange-turned-millionaire story I have heard over the past one year. I have actually heard two others. One was the story of a conductor who became a driver and finally a succesful preacher cum businessman with millions to his name today. Another was the story of a Connection Bus conductor who even had a degree in business administration while pushing his job. He saved his way through to earning another degree in early childhood development and starting his own children school, line of restaurants amongst other ventures and now he is clearly reaping profits from his abode in Kileleshwa.
Everytime I come across these stories it makes me wonder why thousands upon thousands of young Kenyans are still tarmacking their energetic appendages all over the city to earn some meagre breadcrumbs in relation to the true worth of their education. Its about time Kenyan youth amkad and seriously chorad biznas that can catapult this country to its deserved heights of economic growth. As any economist will tell you, no country ever made it to developed status by just reducing its unemployment rate. Its the fruit of entrepreneurial endevours that pushes that developed GDP to 10 times that of a developing country. The already existent business in this country are pretty happy with their workforce capacities. Yaani hawahitaji vifaranga. I even get the feeling that whats going on today with Kenyan industries is something we can call Pity Employment- A situation where well-to-do companies are hiring some proportion of fresh graduates each year just to please the government and the ever-watchful society (read press) at large; Another cheap CSR move costing them a small collective sum of paltry intern allowances, yaani petty cash. Trust me I’ve been there and done that.. but havent we all? Is that all we are worth for with the 16 years of hard earned knowledge we accumulate from the 8-4-4 system. Unfortunately most of our youth still believe its the government’s duty not only to provide them with peanut salary opportunities but also steer economic development and growth. Saaaaaaad!
So back to my guitar..