“SAD” is an anagram or abbreviation for “seasonal affected disorder”. The code could, of course, stand for other concepts, like “sexual aversion disorder”, as our Nation therapist told us some time ago. What is on my mind this week, however, is certainly the season, or more specifically the unseasonable downpours that have kept our bodies and spirits drenched in misery well into the first week of December.
So, my musings about the rains are due to much more than the usual Anglophone penchant for talking about the weather. It is truly sad to see scores of our people swept to their deaths in raging rivers and vicious floods, others marooned on inaccessible islets, and even many more rendered homeless and destitute in the wake of nature’s onslaught on their settlements.
Moreover, the devastation is on an even larger scale than is suggested by the video and sound bites on our media channels. The Mount Elgon landslides, for example, are equally frequent and deadly on both the Ugandan and Kenyan sides. I was utterly astounded to hear that people were getting stranded on the Tana as far upstream as Makueni. I cannot help wondering how the riverine folk in Hola, on the coastal banks of the Tana, are faring in these strange times. I last visited them in the mid-1980s.
As I was saying, however, the effects of this latest damp and dampening weather are more far-reaching, in both scope and significance, than we might realise in our individual lives or our small communities. I do not want to downplay the time-hallowed tradition of this season of migration to “home square”, from wherever the fortunes and services of our nation have scattered us.
But getting home, off the main road, beyond “the end of the tarmac (Mwalimu Andrew’s mwisho wa lami)”, can, and will, be a tougher and trickier operation than the usual hassles of boarding overloaded, overcharging and overspeeding buses and matatus. So many bridges and other stream-crossing improvisations have been washed away that hundreds, if not thousands, of our villages are simply inaccessible, even by boda boda. Call it rather unpalatable food for thought, especially for those planning to travel with their young families.
On a more troubling note, however, are the oft-heard declarations by climate experts that these extremes of weather are “unprecedented”, the “severest in living memory” or the “worst on record”. Even before this year ends, the pundits are predicting, reliably, that it will be the hottest, globally, on record, as each successive year has been for the past 10 years.
This should, logically, make us realise that the writing is on the wall and in the skies for humanity. We are an endangered species and we could become extinct, like the dinosaurs, in the imaginable future. I told you once of a hypothetical “post-Anthropocene” epoch in evolutionary history. Sadly, there would be no “Anthropos” (human being) left to study it, unless we learn to read and act drastically on the signs of the times, now.
Now, therein lie the heart and the hope of the matter. If we are the most intelligent and resilient species that has ever existed on the planet, as we claim to be, we just cannot sit around and let ourselves sink into extinction, and maybe our planet with us, without lifting a finger. Much less should we go out of our way to do things that directly contribute to the degradation and destruction of our environment, our earth. That would be tantamount to cutting away from a tree the branch on which we are sitting, or simply setting fire to the house in which we live.
Yet, sadly, that appears to be the way a significant segment of humanity is going. There are, for example, those loud and loathsome climate-change deniers, some of them in very high places. Such haters of humanity and its only abode persist in the lie and deceit that there is nothing abnormal about the drastic changes in our atmosphere and the “unprecedented” occurrence of catastrophes like tsunamis, inextinguishable wildfires, extreme summer and winter temperatures or incessant downpours like our current ones and their subsequent floods.
Closely allied with the deniers, for obvious reasons, are the greedy, depraved degraders. These ones know that our unbridled exploitation of the environment and tampering with it is dangerous and destructive. But, they argue, such processes and activities, including hewing down forests, clogging the wetlands and waterways with factories and industrial waste and choking the air with fossil fuel gases, are necessary for our existence and development.
Is there a possible balance between ensuring ourselves a comfortable life and “developing” (or indulging) ourselves out of existence? The best answer to the polluters and degraders, who would rather perish with the world than adopt prudent and less destructive lifestyles, the best answer was given by the teenage environmental crusader, Greta Thunberg. “You are talking about your economies,” she told an audience in America earlier this year. “We are talking about our existence.”
The decisive difference, however, between the looming disaster and a sustainable environmental survival finally lies with us, people like you and me, whose main shortcoming is indifference. We hear of the ominous statistics and predictions, of carbon emissions and ozone layer puncturing, of the destruction of the Amazon Forest and the littering of the oceans with plastic waste. Our reaction is, characteristically, “Too bad, but what can I do about it?”
There is a lot that we can do, but now I am just too sad (seasonal affected “disordered”) to go into the details. Let us think about it together.
Meanwhile, let us not surrender to “SAD”. As we gear up for Christmas and the New Year, let us join the environmental struggle with simple but important actions, like avoiding littering, keeping our homes spotlessly clean and making music rather than noise with our sound apps. You will be surprised at how such little acts can uplift the mind.
Singer speaks after attacking lover at WCB signee Zuchu’s star-studded concert
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On 18 July, there was fanfare at the Mlimani City Hall in Dar es Salaam as WCB signee Zuchu held a thanksgiving concert months after her debut EP, I Am Zuchu. The event dubbed ‘Ahsante Nashukuru’ mainly featured performances by artistes from the WCB stable and attracted the whos-who in the Tanzanian entertainment and political scenes.
However, singer Gigy Money who also performed made the headlines for the wrong reasons after getting into a scuffle with her lover during the much-publicised concert.
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Peaceful arrival, later chaos
Moments earlier, Gigy and her Nigerian man were seen arriving arm in arm at the event whose highlight featured Zuchu receiving a brand new car from WCB head honcho Diamond Platnumz. Donning matching outfits, the couple was spotted on the red carpet as the paparazzi scrambled to capture the moment. However, all hell breaks loose later and viral videos depict the visibly angered Nigerian arguing with a bouncer at the entrance. After a tense confrontation, Gigy’s man is seen being led by the screaming bouncer towards the exit. Shortly after, a similarly irritated Gigy emerges and follows the pair.
“Gigy! Wewe Gigy wewe!” a woman in the background is heard dissuading the singer from pursuing them but the singer pays no heed and heads for the pair.
“You want to beat me?” the boyfriend is heard asking an approaching Gigy as the bouncer acts as a barrier between them. The bouncer manages to steer the incensed man towards the exit as Gigy follows behind, hurling obscenities.
At some point, a barefoot Gigy turns into a sprint before throwing one of her shoes which hits the man who then responds with an insult. Another bouncer finally intervenes and the two are separated. Gigy then asks for her vehicle so she can head home before warning the press against sharing videos of the incident.
Though the cause of their tiff is still unknown Gigy later made reference to the shocking incident in a social media post, hinting that alcohol had a part to play in the fracas. In another post, Gigy shared a photo alongside her estranged lover writing: “My mad man looked handsome before his demons arose and mine arose too.”
‘Running over Ali Kiba’
Gigy is not new controversy and recently said she’d run over her ex, singer Ali Kiba for breaking her heart.
“I will knock all of them down, I mean I will kill them. In fact, I will flatten them like chapatis. The first person I will knock down and kill is Ali Kiba. Actually, I don’t need a weak car, I need a Fuso so that when I knock him down I will be sure he doesn’t survive,” Gigy told Ayo TV.
Dating Kiba brothers
Gigy had in the past admitted to dating both Ali Kiba and his younger brother, Abdu Kiba. She solely laid the blame on Chekecha singer for pursuing her despite knowing that she’d been with his younger brother. Abdu expressed being heartbroken after learning the two had a fling, prompting him to marry.
“I was very hurt on hearing that Ali was dating Gigy Money because I dated her first before she became famous. But it’s alleged that Ali didn’t know. It hurt me for a while till when I married,” said Abdu.
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Why Jahmby Kokai is happy her TV anchor dream never came true
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Popular media personality Jahmby Koikai narrated how her first attempt at auditioning as a TV host backfired and she was sent home on the first day of the audition. Reliving her prime days, Jahmby narrated how she was determined to follow her dream of becoming a news anchor after completing her degree.
“There was a reality show that was running on one major TV channel here in Kenya, searching for the next top news anchor. I’ve always had the knack for news. At the time, I was working at Metro FM. Walked to my boss and asked him if he was ok with me participating in this competition. He agreed to it.
“Auditions were at Film Studios. The queue stretched all the way to the showground. I was at the back kabisa. Imagine 300 people before you. Then we got the briefing paper and it indicated, ‘no persons with experience in a media house allowed to participate in this audition’. Mimi Jahmby Koikai, nirudi home after watu 300 kukuwa mbele yangu?” she posed.
According to the endometriosis survivor, she went ahead to audition for the position despite the warning and was the first contestant to be sent packing.
“So I stayed in line until I got to the audition room. The judges were a few people I was in campus with. I felt a wave of despair. Like I’m here auditioning, yet my classmates will be judging me? I did my thing and I was considered. We got into the house and we were assigned to different groups. I was the group leader and we won the challenge. Later that evening, we were driven back to Film Studios for a briefing. The presenter of the show said some of us have to go home.
“My name was called out first amongst other great people. We were dropped home. I cried. It felt like I’d lost such a great opportunity. My mom and late grandma were so sad cos they loved to watch me do the news,” she narrated.
Later, Jahmby auditioned for another TV opportunity only to miss out as well.
“Then came another opportunity over 10 years ago, I saw a TV ad and decided to apply for the news anchor position. I didn’t get the job.”
However, due to endometriosis, Jahmby was forced to put her dreams on hold and concentrate on getting better. According to her, it is as though God had better plans for her and is grateful to not have gotten the jobs.
“I battled severe endometriosis in silence for over 19 years. I think of how engaging the newsroom is and I’m grateful I wasn’t in that space. I’d have utilized all my sick-leaves and off-days and just declared redundant.”
There was a reality show that was running on one major TV channel here in Kenya, searching for the next top news anchor. I’ve always had the knack for news. At the time, I was working at Metro Fm. Walked to my boss and asked him if he was ok with me participating in this competition. He agreed to it. Auditions were at Film Studios. The queue stretched all the way to the showground. I was at the back kabisa. Imagine 300 people before you. Then we got the briefing paper and it indicated, ‘no persons with experience in a media house allowed to participate in this audition’. Mimi Jahmby Koikai, nirudi home after watu 300 kukuwa mbele yangu? Nikasema zi. So I stayed in line until I got to the audition room. The judges were a few people I was in campus with. I felt a wave of despair. Like I’m here auditioning, yet my classmates will be judging me? I did my thing and I was considered. We got into the house and we were assigned to different groups. I was the group leader and we won the challenge. Later that evening, we were driven back to Film Studios for a briefing. The presenter of the show said, some of us have to go home. My name was called out first amongst other great people. We were dropped home. I cried. It felt like I’d lost such a great opportunity. My mom and late grandma were so sad cos they loved to watch me do the news. Then came another opportunity over 10years ago, I saw a TV ad and decided to apply for the news anchor position. As you see in this pic, I got my hair done at Ralph’s Hair Salon, new suit etc. I didn’t get the job. After KBC, I never got to anchor the news again. I’m grateful I did not get the job even though I felt dejected at the time. I battled severe Endometriosis in silence for over 19years. I think of how engaging the newsroom is and I’m grateful I wasn’t in that space. I’d have utilised all my sick-leaves and off-days and just declared redundant. There are many people like me who are bound by chronic illness and cannot do the things they love. I share your pain. But there’s hope. I’m grateful to God for His reminder that He will restore to you all the years that the locusts have eaten. Also Jer 29:11