Munene, the journey...

I was born in Kenya; I even have a birth certificate issued by the government of Kenya. I was raised in Kenya, and my passport says that I am Kenyan. My parents are Kenyan, and my family is Kenyan. Naturally, everyone thought I would become Kenyan, and I must have passed off as one. Well, I think I have managed to fool everyone, because, well I do not think I am Kenyan. What have I become? photo courtesy of kyusho.com I have spent the majority of my last 5 years outside Kenya. I have traveled to various countries on the African continent, worked and lived there. I even passed off as one of the locals, with enough local language to get through daily situations. What I have enjoyed most though, is the diversity in the tastes and sounds: food, drink and music. From amala  in Nigeria to kenkey  in Ghana and sadza  in Zimbabwe, and Carlsberg Chill in Malawi, I have tasted life. But I partook in different cultures long before my traveling days. I listened to Rhumba mus...

Testing, testing ... There's something about Rhumba music that makes my heart pump harder; it feels like this music was made for the African soul. Like a pot of the finest pami (palm wine), the rhythms makes the typical African want to break out into a jig. I don't understand much lingala, but that is not important when listening to the words of Mbilia Bel's Nakei Nairobi. The music is uplifting. When listening to Franco, the guitar just makes you feel one with the beats; and when listening to Sweet Elizabeth by Kayamba Africa, you just feel it deep.