May Be Dedan The Field Marshal Is With Us In Jamhuri. Oh My!


The government has located a burial site where the body of the iconic Mau Mau fighter Dedan Kimathi Wachiuri was buried at.

I saw this story and I will follow it up. There is only one Dedan Kimathi Waciuru. He is beyond a legend in the nation. He is our country.

Statue of Dedan Kimathi Nairobi, Kenya.jpg

My son was watching some show on Kenya the other day and he told me to come and see Dedan Kimathi alive at his trial. His eyes were moving with that absolute dignified confidence he had, lying down with no shirt and in cuffs so I figured he was a live and he was saying some things.

But Kimathi’s speech at his trial was captured best my Shiraz Durani one of the finest Kenyan librarians and writers.

But I will start here for now. I will get that other piece later.




By adongoogony Posted in kenya

The Origins Of Mashujaa Day.


As the nation celebrates Mashujaa Day on October 20, 2019, this time done in Mombasa at Likoni no less, I thought it might be necessary to figure out how we ended up with Mashujaa Day to replace Kenyatta Day.

Here is the piece the torture survivors put together.

“We Lived To Tell”

The story below was a review of that book  put together by those survivors and fighters against Moi which is pretty much where we started a new concept of Mashujaa Day and all this came together in 2003 after the nation got rid of Moi, Mashujaa Day came next. The review was from Saturday Nation August 22, 2009.

Here is Oloo’s version of the same story at that time:


And here are the Daily Nation stories:


The Dark Legacy


They were brutalized or killed by Moi’s agents and yet Wako has
refused to pay compensation awarded by courts. The victims of
Kenya’s darkest chapter won’t wait for the Truth and
Reconciliation for a hearing
In Summary

 They were brutalised or killed by Moi’s agents and yet Wako has
refused to pay compensation awarded by courts.
 The victims of Kenya’s darkest chapter won’t wait for the Truth
and Reconciliation for a hearing
 How a small band of Moi agents wrote Kenya’s darkest chapter in a basement

Nyayo House, Nairobi

​Start Here:

This is a documentary by Ndung’i Githuku one of Kenya’s finest documentary film makers who dedicates his work to human rights. I always end up in his place at Maimuto in the outskirts of Nairobi to watch real stuff. We voted there in 2017 and it is in the heart of Kikuyu land and I was very comfortable there.

Here we go. Ndung’i managed to talk to a lot of Nyayo House survivors and their families. It is fascinating when you listen to real people who had to face the treachery of the Moi regime.


Cornels Akello Onyango was dazed when a beautiful young brown
woman menacingly approached him brandishing a razor blade.
“Get ready to be circumcised,” she barked as she walked towards

For him, the fact that the threat was coming from a woman was a
shock in itself. The look on her face left no doubt that she was
capable of carrying out the threat.

Onyango, stark naked, frightened and his mind in a turmoil, was
in front of a group of about 10 stone-faced men.

The looks on their faces left no doubt in his mind that at some
stage the encounter would develop into a violent and vicious

Onyango’s experience illustrates a fraction of the suffering,
denigration, humiliation, physical and mental abuse of the victims
and survivors of the Nyayo House torture chambers and other
places of detention during the Moi regime.

Author and historian Maina wa Kinyatti describes the scenario
thus: “I was ordered to strip naked and sit down on a chair. My
hands were chained to the chair and I could not move at all. From
the moment the brutal interrogation started, everything in the
room changed and the language of coercion and violence was

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(Nairobi lawyer) Ng’ang’a Thiong’o’s incarceration at Nyayo
House has yet to be erased from his mind.

“The hood was removed and there I was in a dark cell. The next
morning I was put in a lift while blind folded and upon landing
several floors above I was taken into a room, put on a seat and
there I found myself in front of nine mean-looking guys.

‘Tell us about yourself, your friends and your involvement in the
struggle,’ the interrogation began. Questions and more questions
for hours without end were followed by beatings with slaps, kicks,
whips, wooden pieces of wood and burning with cigarette ends.

“My screams did not help and as they continued brutalising me,
they were insisting that I confess all that I knew or they would kill
me. After collapsing due to exhaustion, I was returned to the
basement cells. The guards were instructed to continue with the

The beatings continued relentlessly and only the methods varied.
One day, they would remove pistols and threaten to shoot me.
There were screams from the neighbouring rooms with men
screaming at the tops of their voices. I lost count of the days and
time, whether it was day or night. It was a total nightmare.

“I ended up being taken before Chief Magistrate H.H. Buch who
declined to take my plea as I was his student at the School of Law.
A court was hurriedly convened under Mr Joseph Mango and it
was packed with the very people who had been torturing me.

“I was charged with neglecting to prevent the commission of a
felony contrary to Section 392 of the penal code. I told the
magistrate that I had undergone a harrowing experience in police
custody where upon he said he would first enter a plea of guilty
and then hear the details.

The then deputy public prosecutor Bernard Chunga rose and read
a six-page statement on my alleged activities to overthrow the

Without asking any question, the magistrate wrote that the facts were true and correct. He then wrote mitigation on my behalf and sentenced me to fifteen months imprisonment.”

Former Runyenjes Member of Parliament Njeru Kathangu was
arrested on July 11, 1990 at Mutugi’s Bar and Restaurant in
Dagoretti Corner, Nairobi.

Kathangu, who was a former senior officer with the Kenya Army,
recalls his arrest and interrogation: “Between the time of entering
the cell there was nothing – no food, nobody talked to me.

There was no need of a short call. I guess it was July 13 that
someone came and opened the cell door. I was blindfolded and led

to the lift. Nobody was talking to me all the time. I was taken

“It was bright and sunny. There were about twelve men and a
woman sitting in a horseshoe formation. I was seated in the
middle of the room in front of them.

They started throwing words wildly and at random. This was an
uncoordinated way of interrogating people.

One of the questions from (agent) Opiyo was ‘Tell us General, were you the person to become chief of general staff in your government? George Anyona says that you were recruited specifically for that.’

This was Moi’s chief torturer James Opiyo. He was cold blooded I thought he could strangle a baby to death in their sleep.

“After those wild statements I got an opportunity to speak. I told
them I was surprised that the Kenya police did not appreciate how
difficult it was to overthrow dictators.

This was the first time I was slapped by someone from behind me.
He asked, ‘Who is a dictator here?’ I didn’t answer that. James
Opiyo rose and walked to where I was sitting and pretended to
slap me.

I raised my hand to protect my face. The man behind me slapped
me again. At that time Opiyo challenged me to stand and fight
saying that if I could not fight I would be taken back to the cells. I
stayed in the cells and I was not given any food.

“The following day I was taken back to the interrogation room and
given some pieces of paper stating that we were going to
overthrow the government.

And this guy Wachira Waheire together with Njuguna Mutahi and Francis Oduor pretty much put the history of this battle together with an organization called People Against Torture (PAT).

They asked me to comment on them. I denied them and
complained that I had not eaten since July 10 and demanded to be
given food. I was given some bread and cigarettes to smoke. After
that I was taken down to a cell which was flooded with water. The
water reached the ankle. After about two hours they introduced
hot air in the cell. I started feeling dizzy and I fell in the water.
While in that state I heard the noise of a woman who was in high

heels walking back and forth and shuffling some papers. My body
was very cold.

“In the morning I was taken up again to a smaller, slightly darker
room where I met Opiyo and another torturer known as Mr

They challenged me saying that I was involved in covert
activities intended to overthrow the government.

I denied being the architect of Saba Saba (events of July 7, 1990
that led to the killing of tens of Kenyans by the police when they
attended a pro-democracy rally at Kamukunji grounds in Nairobi)
or having any potential to overthrow the government.

At this stage Machiri walked out of the room and Opiyo told me.
‘Kathangu, you are an official of KANU and an army man. Why
should you be involved with ex-detainees? Please assist us. Tell us
about the other three people.’ I declined to respond and Opiyo left
the room.

“Immediately after, a brown woman with a Kikuyu accent came to
me and said ‘Kathangu, you have not eaten. Why should you
torture yourself? You have a wife and children and here you are
protecting people who cannot assist you.’

I asked her, ‘Who are you? A policewoman?’ ‘It does not matter,’
she replied, ‘I want to assist you.’

She started fondling me everywhere and telling me that she could assist me get out of the place if only I confessed to having been misled to overthrow the government. She continued fondling me until I pushed her away.

She raised the alarm and Opiyo came back. He gave me a blow on
my head and I fell down. He beat me with a wooden chair leg and
rubber whip until I could no longer stand.

He then summoned some people who came and dragged me downstairs.”

Kamau Munene, a journalist with the Kenya News Agency in
Kirinyaga District, was arrested in October 1987 on allegations

that he was a member of the underground Kenya Patriotic Front.
He graphically narrates his ordeal at Nyayo house.

“It was the beginning of an endless journey of torture. I was
continually tortured psychologically, physically and mentally with
all the crude methods one can think of.

It was a very cold cement floor in the dungeons, very lonely, in
fact lonelier than a grave, horrifying and scaring. Whenever they
wanted to torture me, I would be blindfolded, guided to a VIP lift
and whisked up to the 25th floor then walked to the 26th. This is
where the torture took place.

“My torturers would remove the blindfold, strip me naked and
handcuff me before starting their game. ‘You dog, who are you
compared to 23 million Kenyans?

Even if you die, you are just a bitch!’ Machiri and Opiyo, who I
came to know later, would shout at me while whipping me

“In total, there were seven torturers who were armed with
machine guns, batons and whips.

Two would work on me until they got tired. A woman torturer would mainly be interested in working on my sex organ which she would pierce with a sharp needle, burn the tip and testicles with a smouldering cigarette while a man held my legs apart. This would continue for several hours every day until I passed out.”

Munene recalls one session when Machiri asked him to confess
that he was a member of Mwakenya who was also recruiting
Nairobi street children to go and train in Libya as mercenaries.

He was also asked to admit that he was frequenting Libya and
Moscow to meet Muammar Gadaffi, the Libyan leader, and
Mikhail Gorbachev, the Russian leader, allegations that he says
were untrue.

“At the time, my father was ailing at the Mater Misericodeae
Hospital and on learning of my arrest and fully aware of the
consequences, the old man died.

At that time I did not know about it. I did not attend his burial
though I was his favourite child.

While still in isolation, I felt very sick due to the torture and the hardships that I was subjected to.

My right leg had been broken with a rungu and was swollen. At
this juncture I believe the special branch had no option but to
release me on sensing that I was just about to die.

However, I was released with a strict warning that I would be shot
on sight should I disclose what I underwent especially so to the

All the Nyayo House torture survivors narrate how they heard
mysterious noises of a lady wearing high-heeled shoes walking
back and forth on the floor above the torture chambers. There
were also noises of pulling and pushing of furniture, shuffling of
papers and cries of small children.

Waweru Kariuki says: “While in the cells, I heard a woman and
children crying. I did not know where the sounds were coming
from. Later, the interrogator came to my cell and told me that my
wife was there with my children and had confessed.

The interrogator had a gun that he used to intimidate me. He told me either to confess or be shot.”

It was later learnt that all the noises were simulated and piped
into the cells as a form of psychological torture.

Waweru also went through a harrowing experience with the
intriguing light skinned woman.

“A brown, pretty woman speaking English and Kiswahili with a
Kikuyu accent, was brought to the cell in the basement. I was

brought to the open space between the toilet and the control

She started interrogating me in a persuasive manner urging me to
confess. She fondled me, taunting me. She told me that my wife
and children had been brought there but I would not be allowed to
see them.

“The interrogators then came and found us talking with the brown
woman. They reprimanded me and tied my testicles using rubber
bands. It was very painful. In the meantime, the brown woman
was burning me on my thighs, organ and scrotum with a

Prof Edward Oyugi remembers that he was locked up without
being entered in the occurrence book at Muthangari police
station. He was removed from the cells at night, blindfolded and
driven around the city.

“I was later taken to Nyayo house basement cells where for about
two and a half weeks I was subjected to inhuman and degrading

During that time I was put in a waterlogged cell. Early one
morning Opiyo paid me a visit to confirm whether I was still in
the water.

Opiyo was still in his pyjamas and slippers. I got so annoyed and
asked him, ‘Have you come all the way from Langata to enjoy my
suffering instead of being in bed enjoying the warmth of your

“Opiyo was so stung and infuriated by my apparent insolence that
he picked one of his slippers and threw it at me.”

Oyugi also recalls two women torturers threatening to circumcise
him. In an attempt to break down the victims’ resistance to

physical methods of torture, the torturers would sometimes use
the victims to incriminate each other.

Wachira Waheire, a sales executive with a private firm, was
arrested at his place of work on December 2, 1986.

After being tortured for days without accepting that he was a member of Mwakenya, he was informed that the special branch already knew who had given him an oath.

He says, “I was asked whether I knew other colleagues like
Mwandawiro Mghanga, Njuguna Mutonya, Njuguna Mutahi and
David Murathe, among others.

When I answered in the affirmative, I was told to accept that these
colleagues had recruited me and had also given me copies of
Pambana and Mpatanishi.

When I maintained that that was not true, I was subjected to
further beatings and burning with smouldering cigarettes. I was
again submerged in the waterlogged cell for a further three days
without food or drinking water.

When I was removed from the cell I was taken upstairs to a room
where Murathe was being held and asked to identify him as one of
those who were administering the oath.

I again refused to incriminate him and was taken back to a brightly lit cell in the

“One of the officers was appearing in the cell every morning and
telling me that I had little option but certain death if I did not
cooperate by accepting that I was a member of Mwakenya. I
survived on bread and tea for six days when I broke down and
accepted that I had taken an oath.”

Waheire was taken to court at 5.30 pm and convicted on his own
plea of guilty. He was jailed for four years on December 17, 1986.

His plea of guilt obviously meant that Mghanga, Mutonya, Mutahi
and Murathe recruited him.

For Maurice Adongo Ogony, then a lecturer at the Mombasa
Polytechnic, Nyayo House was a place of discoveries.

“I made a few interesting and sometimes painful discoveries in
that joint,” Adongo who was arrested in April 1986 narrates.

“The one thing that frightened me the most when I first got the
blindfolds removed from my face and got to see outside my cell
were the bundles of clothes in front of the opposite doors. I kept
asking myself and imagining endlessly where the heck the folks
who once put on those clothes could be.

“It didn’t take long for me to find that out – thanks to one James
Opiyo – who on my third day of interrogation ordered that I be
taken to the swimming pool.

When I arrived at the door, I was told to remove all my clothes
including the underwear and enter. I could feel a smile creeping
into my face when I realised that the once proud wearers of those
now miserable looking pieces of clothes must have been in the
pool all this time I had been worrying about them.

That smile was abruptly wiped off my face when I stepped into the
pool. The water was chilly and there were some creepy stuff
floating there.

“I quickly turned back to Opiyo who was standing beside me. You
can’t put people in here, I said half begging half angry. He
slammed the door in my face as if to announce. ‘Yes I can.’

Adongo was yet to make another discovery not any bit more
pleasant than the first one. “My second discovery happened on my
third day at the pool.

I was exhausted, restless and feeling terribly sick. I couldn’t sit,
couldn’t stand and my head was heavy like lead.

Somewhere in the middle of all these I fell asleep while standing
and fell down on the concrete floor with a thunderous splash. In
my dazed state again there was that mischievous smile creeping
on my face.

I said to myself, ‘So that explains the terrible landing noises I had
been hearing from neighbouring cells?’ Folks were falling down
like leafs from exhaustion. That is what I know about Nyayo
House. It was a place of discoveries”

Spouses of Mwakenya suspects were also not spared by the
torturers. Emma Ainea Weyula, a copy typist in the ministry of
Education, was arrested together with her husband on November
29, 1990 in Milimani Estate, Bungoma Township.

She was recovering from a caesarean operation that she had
undergone only two months earlier.

She tells her story: “I was arrested by a team of 14 special branch
and CID men led by Superintendent Kasera, Inspector Clement
Masinza and deputy DCIO Wang’ombe.

There was no woman in the team. They thoroughly searched our
house, slapped me and told me that my husband’s case was
serious and he might not come back.

I was bundled into the back of a car and driven to the Bungoma
Police Station a few minutes after they had driven off with my
husband in a Land Rover. At the police station, we stood outside
and they started interrogating me.

“During the interrogation, they wanted to know more about my
husband, Cornelius Mulumia, especially his activities in

Mwakenya and other underground movements that I did not
know about.

They also wanted to know if I had any idea of the allegedly
seditious documents which they had taken from our house, and if
Koigi Wamwere and Raila Odinga had ever visited us.

They later took the typewriter from my office at the ministry of
education to compare with the characters of the machine that had
typed the documents found in our house.

For the 14 days I stayed in custody I felt as if it was 10 years. All
this time my young children, a daughter aged 5 and a son aged 3,
were under the care of my neighbours.”

The husband takes up the story: “After the search that lasted for
over an hour, they drove me in a Land Rover to Bungoma police
station where I found my wife being interrogated by a group of
over six policemen.

I was put in a cell and through a small hole on the door I could
observe my wife being taken to another cell. One hour later, they
came for me and took me to the special branch office where I
found her being interrogated.

As we entered, they welcomed me with slaps and kicks before they
returned me to the cell where I stayed for another three days.
“From December 10, 1990, to February 18, 1991 they shuttled me
from Bungoma, Eldoret forest, Kakamega, Webuye Falls and back
to Bungoma.

In between, they beat me using a whip, pierced my fingers with a
needle and forced me to do all sorts of exercises including press-
ups while demanding information on guns and underground
movements like Mwakenya. In June 1991 I was finally released
but I have yet to recover my health and social status.”

Torture in the Nyayo house basement resulted in death. The most
well known case was that of Peter Njenga Karanja, a businessman
who was arrested from his Chelsea Coffee House in Nakuru on
allegations of being a member of Mwakenya.

In February 1987, Karanja died from internal bleeding and open
wounds inflicted upon him during two weeks of brutal torture at
Nyayo House.

The public outcry and international condemnation of Karanja’s
death forced the Moi government to concede to a government controlled inquest into the death.

During the inquest horrifying facts of criminal abuse of human
rights going on at Nyayo House were revealed. Dr Peter Antony
Carberry, who examined Karanja, told the inquest that when four
Special Branch officers brought the deceased to him, he appeared
“malnourished, restless and uneasy”

“He was weary looking, extremely sick, full of anxiety and not a
forthcoming person. …..he was crumpled in a wheelchair,” the
doctor said.

Commenting on the wounds and sores on Karanja’s body during
cross-examination by the late Dr. Oki Ooko Ombaka, representing
the Karanja family, Dr Carberry said: “The ulcers on his body were
bad, open and quite visible to the naked eye. The skin was badly
shattered. The whole thing looked like a crater, a deep tissue with
pus emanating from it.”

Dr Jason Kaviti, the then chief government pathologist who
performed an autopsy on Karanja’s body, told the inquest that the
wounds were caused by a blunt object.

Kaviti told the inquest that the small and large intestines had ruptured. He concurred with Dr Carberry that the wounds were about two weeks old at the time Karanja died.

In his ruling, the Chief Magistrate, Mr Joseph Mango, declared:
“Karanja died like a caged animal as police stood guard over him
throughout his dying moments”.

The magistrate concluded that he had no doubt that some offence
had been committed but could not say by who because the
policeman in charge of the Mwakenya interrogation,
Superintendent James Opiyo, refused to give identity of the
officers who interrogated Karanja claiming such information
would compromise state security.

“On the evidence of the suspects (the police officers who had
handled the deceased) I cannot rule that no offence has been
committed in so far as the treatment of the deceased was

The investigation carried out by the police was not up
to the standard. It was done with some kind of fear.

“My opinion and therefore finding is that the matter needs further
investigations as I have no doubts that some offence was
committed leading to the death of the deceased. I cannot say by who and so in terms of section 387 (4) of the criminal procedure code direct that this ruling for whatever it is worth be typed and be forwarded to the Attorney General to take any other or further steps that he may deem necessary.”

The Chief Magistrate ordered that the Attorney General needed to
carry out further investigation to identify and charge those

However, no further investigations were carried out and although
there has not been evidence to show otherwise police have never
come out to deny the findings of the inquest or to explain how
Karanja died while in their custody.

“Life in Prison is very brutal. It is an endless torture like a flowing
river. It is gradual destruction of humanity. It is a slow death.

…Since we were thrown here many prisoners have died. In
addition we don’t sleep at night because of the lice, fleas, ticks,
bedbugs and vicious mosquitoes. They eat us alive.”

Letter smuggled from prison, 1988

One prominent judge described Kenyan prisons as death
chambers. Justice Emmanuel O’Kubasu, while describing the
harshness of the prison conditions, said those who entered
prisons left alive only by the grace of God.

Even for ordinary criminals, Kenya’s prison conditions are brutal.
From the food, sleeping arrangements, medical services,
overcrowding to sanitation, the prisons are not designed to
rehabilitate but to dehumanise the prisoners.

And although the law prescribes relatively humane ways of
treatment of prisoners these are largely ignored through lean
budgetary allocations, the level of training of prison warders and a
cumbersome process for prisoners to demand these legal rights.

Because they were regarded by prisons’ authorities as enemies of
the state, conditions for the Nyayo House torture survivors who
went to prison were made extra harsh.

Ironically, a lot of those who went to prison did so after pleading
guilty to avoid the inhuman torture they were being subjected at
Nyayo House. But it did not take long for them to realise that the
difference between the torture in Nyayo House and in prison was
more of time rather than intensity.

Because they wanted to achieve their goals in a short period the
torturers at Nyayo House, James Opiyo and his group, did their
job fast. But the prison conditions inflicted more pain and claimed
more lives in the long run than Opiyo and his group in Nyayo

Political prisoners, including those jailed for the 1982 Air Force
coup, were ridiculed and beaten by prison warders whenever an
opportunity was found.

Indeed, the degrading treatment started immediately one entered
the prison gates.

Maina wa Kinyatti tells his experience at Industrial Area Remand
Prison: “Finally, I was escorted to the next check point.

‘Take off your clothes including your underwear and shoes and
give them to that askari over there, then come back here,’ the
guard ordered. I hesitated … I thought the guard was pulling my

‘Professor, did you hear what I just said?’ The guard

“Reluctantly, I obeyed the order. He examined my ears, armpits,
nostrils, genitals and then he commanded, ‘Turn around and bend
over with your legs apart…Damn-it, bend over more… and if you
fart, I will skin you alive.’”

And after all that we had the Kenyan Truth And Justice Reconciliation Commission (TJRC) which went all over the country to figure out what to do about this history of torture and injustice and report was handed to President Uhuru Kenyatta years ago.

Uhuru is still shitting on the recommendations. Literally. He is loading up on it and has never presented the report to parliament for debate as required by law.

That is what makes me worried about the handshake. If things don’t get done right, we are going to have a leg shake which means ass kicking time. Let’s shake the legs first then we can have another handshake. Soon enough. Won’t we?

Seeking Justice For Victims And Survivors Of Historical Violations And Marginalization-The KNCHR Journey!

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A Shujaa Speaks At The Mashujaa Day And Talks About Mekatilili. This Country Has A History.


Many Kenyans probably don’t know that Mashujaa day used to be Jomo Kenyatta day to mark his release from colonial jail.

How did it become Mashujaa day.

It was after we wrestled Moi to the floor and beat his ass and the fighters for that second revolution said the heroes must include those who have fought to liberate Kenya from the Kenyatta and Moi dictatorships.

Kibaki had no choice but to accept that reality.

That is why now we can talk about Mekatilili wa Menza like Raila did at the Mashujaa day. Just great.

See? Chickens!

So now we have Mashujaa Day and here is a real Shujaa talking at that event this year. Right at Mama Ngina seafront my most favourite place in Mombasa.

Here we go.

By adongoogony Posted in kenya

Kip Pulls It Off As The World Rolls In His Glory. What An Amazing Man.

Eliud Kipchoge crosses the finish line.

The nation stands tall and proud today because of the historic achievement of our beloved Eliud Kipchoge who stretched the human capacity to run marathons.

To achieve something that no human being has done before is the stuff of legends. Kenyans will write songs, poems and books about this man.

We are in the year 2019 and humans have been around for we don’t know how long. None of those humans ever done this. And you go out there and pull it off with a big smile on your face and put even a bigger smile on the face of  humanity as we live now, that is something. I will take that any day of the week. And the nation will too.

Eliud Kipchoge, the marathon world record holder, celebrates after a successful attempt to run a marathon in under two hours in Vienna, Austria, October 12, 2019.

Obviously we need a serious documentary on our athletes and we have an abundance of wealth there starting with the first Kipchoge we knew.

That is Kipchoge Keino the godfather of one of Kenya’s greatest assets, our athletes who dominate the world of professional racing.

Kipchoge Keino and Naftali Temu at that time didn’t even have trainers.

They just ran in the bushes and then go out there and shock the world. They opened so many doors for our track and field athletes in the country who are today world champions.

And they put Kenya in the global map triumphantly. The new champions are taking it a step further. This can only be good. Can’t it?

If anybody can make that kind of documentary working with the athletes and also to benefit them you will have 30 million viewers instantly and that will just be the beginning. The end could be endless. Of course.

Kip is going to be a marketing magnet like no other. This is priceless stuff. Running shoes companies and everything else can be factored here including healthy drinks.

I am personally going to persuade him to endorse my “Nyuka Mar Bel Special”  (NBS) brand. Good uji from authentic original foods and products.

My nephew in Bondo has become a serious sorghum producer because of the new market in Kisumu.

The man tells me sorghum uji is terrific if you make it with some milk. But his kids are kind of rebelling. The kids want their bread with tea. In fact they want the bread buttered.

So may be Kip could help educate these young folks about healthy food. These young brats need to be put on a healthy diet and here comes Kip sipping sorghum uji after a blistering race. That will do it. And then we get Obiri to do the same and we are on our way.

And then Brigid Kosgei comes in with the Women world record. Two days. Two World records.  One country. I have no words.

Eliud Kipchoge and Brigid Kosgei as they cross the finish line during the weekend.

Kenya's Brigid Kosgei celebrates winning the women's marathon next to her new world record time.

And here is one, two shot by Kenyan women Obiri and Chelimo in Doha in the same week. That is gold and silver for Kenya. At least they didn’t take all the medals in this race like they do pretty often. They let their Ethiopian sister take the bronze. Talk about kindness. We are a nation of very kind people including our athletes.

Kenya's Hellen Obiri celebrates winning gold with compatriot Margaret Chelimo Kipkemboi who wins silver in the 5,000M women race in Doha.

We keep winning. How about the Nobel Peace Price.

Here we go again.

Never mind that every matatu will be named after the 1.59 man and you know how creative those chaps are. Oh they are going to do things with this. May be Kip should copyright his name maramoja.

Sometimes I tell people out here that in Kenya creativity is our first profession.

I remember arguing with my Eritrean friends in a football match a few years back when Kenya was having some problems with Eritrea.

I told them Eritrea is a country of 3 million people and if they cause trouble we can walk there and slap everybody to sleep. They told me, Adongo in Eritrea war is our first profession don’t mess around.

In Kenya if you are not creative you are dead particularly the gazillion poor folks in the republic.

So we need to help Mr. Eliud Kipchoge not to be robbed. Even some computer companies may need his speed and strength to market their products. Kip should hire someone to approach that angle of marketing. He is money right now.

That is how the world works. Even his image except for the ones he allows to be used to market his country and promote sports he should market. You wouldn’t take Kobe Bryant pictures dunking the basketball to market anything unless you pay Kobe.

They are still paying Michael Jordan for his image. A guy like Kip may appeal to a different market demographic particularly the twenty something year old and the middle aged and older folks who fancy themselves as athletic even if that means just walking a few blocks now and then.

And Kip’s appeal because of the nature of his sport will have a global appeal. That is money.   You don’t mess with that.

Right now Kip has just added to the fortune of INEOS who organised this event. Thank you very much INEOS.

The CEO of INEOS Jim Ratcliffe one of the richest people in the world just added a huge asset to their marketing.

That is Eliud Kipchoge and even the magical effect of Kenyan athletes dominating the world and here is someone who cares about it and is doing something.

We applaud that.

Eliud Kipchoge, the marathon world record holder, is congratulated by the CEO of the Ineos chemicals group Jim Ratcliffe, after a successful attempt to run a marathon in under two hours in Vienna, Austria, October 12, 2019.

What does Uliud Kipchoge the star of this world spectacular show get from all these in his pocket? That is important.

Everybody has a pocket big and small. But what does Kip get?

This kind of stuff don’t just happen by luck. You have to work and sacrifice everything to make this kind of achievement.

Eliud Kipchoge, the marathon world record holder, celebrates after a successful attempt to run a marathon in under two hours in Vienna, Austria, October 12, 2019.

Thanks Kip for putting 1.59 world record on the map of our Jamhuri forever. Knowing our nation we could push this clock even further back. That is next. We keep coming. Don’t we!

By adongoogony Posted in kenya

Oh For The Love Of God.

I have a bible from my mom. It it is in Luo. I am not religious but I brought the bible for my son who is religious and who really loves his grandmother.

So we came with the book after the old lady passed away in 2005. The boy keeps it. He used to hang around with his grandmother all the time. So I said fine, keep the book.

Then I came across this.


By adongoogony Posted in kenya