Month: December 2015

There is something amazing about women who consciously put an effort to break a sweat to attain and maintain healthy weight and trim as well as tone their body shapes.

Well, as far as this goes, nothing beats the image of a lady in full gym training gear. Now imagine if the lady is curvaceous Kamene Goro and you can clearly see why it is such a palatable and thirst sating image. Let me not hold your curiosity further here is the picture;

This has been a year of mind boggling figures whether it is in terms of money earned by certain individuals, the cost of private parties, money looted and borrowed etc.

Well, there is a company that has topped everyone else off  by its reward to its employees making them millionaires in just one bonus offer. Hilcorp which is one of the largest privately owned oil exploring and producing company announced that it will reward each of its 1381 employees from the receptionist to the CE0 with an extra $100,000 cheque.

This comes as bonus for keeping the company in Forbes list of 100 best companies to work for, for the third year in a row. Well that in Kenya would mean all the employees just became millionaires and there would e no better way to enter the festive season.

Last weekend was quiet a busy with mega parties like the Jameson’s Live party with B.O.B in town.

It meant some events went quiet unnoticed. Like the Nzumari awards down at the coast. The event organized by coastal promoter Queen Eve was graced by TZ showbiz bigwig Wema Sepetu.

Straight Up Live Presenter Jamal Gaddafi kept to his winning ways emerging as his program was voted the best TV program. The jubilant presenter was ever in the company of the awards main guest and model, Wema Sepetu and the two spend some time and posed for photos.

Here are the the photos

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While some people can only dream of making certain amounts of money in a year, others are blowing up ten even 100 times more that some of money in a matter of a few months by just simple signatures.

Ben Gethi, is a 31 year old businessman from Nyeri who has quite a name as one of the leading ‘tenderpreneurs’ in the government procurement circles. His name has been in controversy in the past but it is the unrelenting ghosts of the NYS which have seen him gain national prominence and possible jail time after it emerged he was the recipient of about 585 million fraudulently.

Of course there is no way he pulled this alone but the audacity of him doing this and the speed through which he spent it, it just flabbergasting.

In a nut shell, this is where much of the 585 million went to; A house in Rossyln Estate valued at 63million, Muthaiga North Property 43million, Eden Times Restaurant 16million, Range Rover Vogue 23,480,000.

All these were listed in the name of his mother. The young businessman also decided to buy the luxurious Range Rover Autobiography valued at 23million. Most of the other assets were in cash form deposited in numerous bank accounts for him or his proxies. Here is the man himself

 

When he first sent me that email,I will admit I didn’t even open it. Leave alone read it. On my line of duty,I receive many mails daily… Most of which,given that I am a showbiz blogger,center around music and the arts and the desire for publicity.

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So when I received this mail,with a title about medical finds and stuff,I breezed through it. And opened the next mail telling me what I actually wanted to read; A new exquisite strip club along Ngong Road that was now hosting debauched lesbian nights every Friday evening.

That is what I love to read. Not appeals over medical or social issues…I thought.

But he didn’t relent. Realizing that I had not replied his earlier mail,he sent another. And another. And another.

In total,Kennedy Omondi had sent me roughly 8 mails over a period of three weeks all of which I had ignored before he decided to show up in the Ghafla office himself.

And at around 10.17am,someone walked right up to me,bent over and whispered ‘I want to talk to a writer….’

I looked him up quickly,pasted something I had already copied on the writing pad and minimized my computer window.

‘Ati? What do you want!? ‘

‘To speak to a writer. This is Ghafla right? ‘ he said in a soft voice,his politeness pouring out into the air.

‘Yes. It is Ghafla..’ I said pointing to Irari the Ghafla editor.

‘Talk to him. He’s the editor… ‘

Ken,clad in some sandals and a oversize shirt that clang over his bony body like a torn flag,walked over to the editor.

His face was gaunt and eyes tired. He carried with him a brown envelope and was wearing a pair of some faded blue jeans whose hem was tearing off and with a belt that had been wrapped and used way too many times.

I went back to my business… Back to typing some article I was working on before leaving for some other job.

I had barely typed a sentence before Ken,politely,walked right up to me again.

‘He’s told me to talk to you… ‘ he, again,whispered… His sorry eyes seeming to placate me. His voice pertinent and body language urgent.

‘Bro… I’m writing… What’s the issue please? Irari… You couldn’t solve this? ‘ I said,impatiently turning to Irari.

‘But he says he has been emailing you… ‘ Irari said,confused.

‘Fine. What’s the issue bro? What’s up? ‘ I asked,barely liking up from the computer,afraid my train of thought would be wrecked.

‘OK.. I’m Ken. Kennedy Omondi… I’ve sent you many emails… About a child who… ‘

‘Wait… You’re the one who’ve been sending me emails about some medical appeal thing!?’ I asked,looking at him.

‘Yes. It’s Me…’ he said. Smiling weakly and attempting to sit next to me.

‘Sure. Sit. Sit…. Wait… Can I first publish this article!? ‘ I asked,quickly pressing some keys.

‘Sure. Sure bro. No problem. Can I wait outside?’ He asked,rising up and wanting to walk out.

He seemed to think that he was a bother. An unwelcome intrusion. And a waste of everyone’s time.

‘No… No… No… Sit. Just sit… I’ll be with you in a minute… ‘ I said,pulling the chair towards him.

Sighing,he sank into the chair. His face sombre and I could almost feel the nervousness breaking out of him. Silently,he clutch on to the brown envelope… His fingers still fidgeting.

And in 10 minutes,I was done editing and publishing an article. And then I turned to him.

He managed a simple smile; one that still betrayed his sorrow and unease. His pain and anxiety.

And that’s when he started… He started telling me the story…

The story about the many times he’d attempted to reach me and get my attention for something that was now going out of control…

The story about how he’d been living with his little niece, who was now 1 and a half years old and who,to this minute,had not yet started eating or crawling or mumbling. And who also had not quit breastfeeding…

The story about her birth… And her name…

Emily is a young girl who has not yet seen her second birthday but is already more troubled and has been in and out of hospitals many times than I have in all of my years into adulthood…

I took a pen and paper… And let Ken talk on… His eyes close to welling up. And his face wearing a whole new mask of optimism and hope…

Little Emily was born on 28th May 2014 as the last born in a healthy but humble family of five . But after sometime,her doting parents Benedict Adongo and Linet Aketch noticed that the little girl’s growth was stunted…

She,for instance,wasn’t adding any kilos and even after six full months,she gained a measly 2 kilograms on top of the normal 3.4kg she was weighing at birth.

And at five months,Emily’s parents noticed her irregular breathing pattern which was accompanied with restlessness,acute respiratory distress and the fact that she had started becoming unusually hungry every so often.

This prompted them to seek advice from experienced mothers in their Radienya Village and unfortunately ,not much help was accorded in the village especially from these bunch of women who were evidently new to this condition and weren’t exactly experts on how to deal with such an occurrence.

The persistence in her unusual condition prompted her mother to visit the local hospital where she was referred to Jaramogi Oginga Odinga Teaching and referral Hospital in Kisumu County.

At Jaramogi Oginga Odinga Hospital,Little Emily was examined by the doctors who then referred the parents to a Christine Jowi,a renowned cardiologist.

Hoping against hope, Mr. and Mrs. Adongo were able to honor the appointment with Dr. Jowi at Hurlingham Hearts Clinic in Nairobi for further examination. And needless to say,the news was nothing better. Little Emily had a severe heart condition. It was officially stamped.

The news was a complete blow to the humble family of 7. Heart complications,they knew,were the worst news you could probably get regarding your child. And anyway,Little Emily was now officially suffering from a dreaded heart condition.

Emily could only be saved through open heart surgery which is not offered in Kenya.

Things were so bad that Dr. Jowi had to immediately write an Urgent Letter to Kenyatta Hospital… Outlining Emily’s struggles,manner of illness and calling for her urgent treatment. In India.

Here actually is a snippet of the long letter,riddled with cryptic medical jargon that Dr. Jowi drafted for the Kenyatta Hospital.

‘The above patient was referred to me from the Jaramogi Oginga Teaching and Referral hospital on 17/11/2014 for evaluation of a systolic murmur heard while she was undergoing treatment for bronchopneumonia in their facility.
When I saw her she was a sick looking child who was small for age with a weight of 5.3kg. She was diagnosed with systemic desaturations of 85-88% oxygen on room air……….Baby Emily suffers from complex congenital heart disease namely type 1 truncus arteriousus, large secundum atrial septal defect, with severe pulmonary hypertension…… Baby Emily requires urgent surgical intervention mainly open heart surgery which involves Homograft reconstruction of the right ventricular outflow tract and patch closure of the ventricular and atrial septal defect. This should be done on an urgent basis before irreversible pulmonary hypertension sets in…….Homograft surgery involves use of human tissue which we are unable to offer locally due to legislative constraints. It is with this in mind that I recommend surgery in India which is cheaper than other centres especially western countries……… ‘

‘Armed with that letter,we set off on our arduous journey of finding urgent treatment for this little one…. ‘ Ken continued,his voice now almost completely gone and looking tired of even narrating the whole story. Over and over again.

‘So what did you do next? After learning of her terminal condition?’ I asked,putting my notebook aside.

‘We embarked on an immediate plan to save her and her life… This year has been hell…

Her parents and I knocked on almost every door. We tried contacting Mike Sonko… Kidero… Uhuru Kenyatta. We approached each and every media house with this story… Hoping they’d listen and enable us raise the Ksh. 1.5 million needed for the heart surgery in India…

And to be very honest with you, all of these media houses ignored us except QTV and Family TV.

I took my story to QTV around June 2015 and they were welcoming. Dr. Jowi even accompanied me to QTV for the interview… I’ve never seen a more dedicated doctor… She has been like Emily’s mother since then…

And after we appeared on QTV,we were then connected to Family TV from where Emily’s story was told even further. And with those two interviews,we managed to raise as much as Ksh. 140,000. And that was the start of Emily’s healing. It was. It was….

‘So what exactly do you want Ken? What do you really want people to do for you!? ‘ I asked, puffing out and touched.

Ken told me what he needed. Told me that Emily needed a Christmas cheer. A Christmas card worth only Ksh. 1.5 Million. 
‘So you guys need Ksh. 1.5 million for Emily’s India trip and treatment?’

‘Yes… 1.5 million. ‘

‘Just that? ‘

‘Yes. Just that Cabu Gah. 1.5 million. That’s all….’.

Ken was now really almost speechless. Unsure whether he’d find help. Unsure whether I was the right person to be talking to. Unsure whether I would even follow up. Unsure I’d even bother do the article.

I looked at him hard and said in one resolve, ‘Ken,I am Cabu Gah. I used to run a Facebook page and 90% of what I did was raise funds. I don’t have the page no more. But we have God. And we have caring humans. If they care, they’ll change your daughter’s life. In a snap….’

Ken’s face lit up.

‘Yes. I mean it. It’s Christmas. Millions of Kenyans are about to spend thousands upon thousands of shillings in bars and clubs. Including me. We will set aside a few beers for your daughter this holiday. We will. I will…. ‘

Kenyans,I ask you, with a humbled heart and a deep conviction, to kindly step in for Emily.

She needs a Christmas cheer. A Christmas card. A Christmas gift…. Not just for this Christmas but for the rest of her life.

Baby Emily needs ONLY Ksh. 1.5 million for a surgery in India. 
I hadn’t planned to spend my Christmas with some strange girl I don’t even know. But I am forgoing a few beers, a few meals and a few clothes for her. 
I guess this is what Christmas means. And I have heeded the call of the Lord.

Heed it too,I ask. Heed it please.

‘Can you get me better photos of Emily? Clearer photos please? As soon as possible?’ I asked Ken before he left. “Yes. I am travelling to the village by Friday. Can you wait please?”

‘Sure. And all the best…’

To DONATE TO BABY Emily kindly use the M-PESA Paybill Number Medical Paybill No. 317111

Also,you can donate via Emily’s special medical BANK account which is Acc number: 10131301000369 Emily Atieno Adongo Medical Account. Bank is CONSOLIDATED BANK.

You can also reach and donate directly to her uncle,Kennedy Omondi directly via 0728629726

Little Emily needs a Christmas cheer. And a little Christmas smile. Give it to her please. I already have.

#Emily’sChristmasGift

Here,watch the sad video of the family on QTV…

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A nursing student this morning left neighbors in shock when they busted her with the body of a newborn baby in his paper bag covered with soil.

The young lady Wema had given birth to the kid overnight and with her boyfriend decided to do a way with the newborn baby. She committed the gruesome act when her sister with whom she shares a house had left.

The angry and surprised neighbors forced her to empty the paper bag contents revealing a blackened dead baby who seemingly was healthy and normal before his life was cut out harshly.

Here is the video

 

Lupita Nyong’o had some ‘forces awakening’ after she strutted delicately on the red carpet looking all rounded and radiant in a spectacular sequin floor length gown and Chopard earrings. This was at a recent Star Wars: The Force Awakens premier.

The long-sleeved and metallic floor length dress also featured back cut outs that enhanced her curvy behind and showed off her dainty waist.

The stunning gown was from designer Alexandre Vauthier SS15 Couture collection and I have to admit, Lupita wore it even better than the model.

It’s nice to see Lupita looking this hale and hearty; at least Kenyans will not complain of her skinny frame like they did during the Oscars.

 

 

 

 

Yesterday, Kenya’s version of Love And Hip Hop, Nairobi Diaries went live and it was certainly unforgettable.

From Vera grabbing her silicones, to Pendo opening up about Willy Paul’s Mandingo, to Ella revealing how she battled addiction, it was certainly a night to remember. But it seems there was more drama on Twitter than even the show, here are some thoughts on the new socialite show

Iain Felipe ‏@iainfelipe: Just caught a scene from #NairobiDiaries Man Vera’s body has rebranded more times than Kencell/Zain//Celtel/Airtel

MyKenyanPuff ‏@sharonmalonza: Si kukasirikia msichana when you aren’t invited for her birthday party is a lower primary school affair ? #NairobiDiaries

X-tian Dela ‏@xtiandela : #NairobiDiaries that awkward momment socialites are arguing then weave ianguke

Brian K. ‏@Yenyewe : Though it’s true what Vera said. We just naturally assumed she sleeps around for money. Obviously she’s a neurosurgeon. #NairobiDiaries

It’s Gitz Bruh! ‏@iGitz_: All I hear apart from the fake accent on this program is beep this and beep that like the old WWE shows on KBC #NairobiDiaries

Ciru Muriuki ツ ‏@CiruMuriuki: It’s like watching a car crash…awful but you can’t look away. #NairobiDiaries

Lynda Nyangweso ‏@thatchickLynda: I feel my brain cells dying…but I can’t look away #NairobiDiaries

Fakii Liwali ‏@Fakii: This is how they try lower your IQ so you don’t ask many questions about governance. #NairobiDiaries

ATIENO ‏@itsberyl : This was supposed to look like love and hiphop but instead looks like one of those nollywood university movies #NairobiDiaries

Khaligraph must have taught all these ladies the fake accent #NairobiDiaries

Simply EMMAzing! ‏@Ems_Muthoni : Na editor alisahau kuchapa Vera na lightskin edits. I bet she’s throwing up a little in her mouth watching herself now. #NairobiDiaries

Droid ‏@droid254: Is Vera this dark or this was shot before she took the mighty shower? #NairobiDiaries

Dee ‏@Dee_spicable: Lol Gertrude has more bile in her than the 4 stomachs in a cow #NairobiDiaries

IG @antoneosoul ‏@antoneosoul : This is not VERA…. #NairobiDiaries I know a pointee VERA

Simply EMMAzing! ‏@Ems_Muthoni: These people had to have a Stevie J Mwitu? There had to be someone in the studio making music? #NairobiDiaries

7th God ‏@dexter_Jaybee: The first street to be shown was koinange street !!! Kinda makes sense !!