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Ryan Stamford
Good evening everyone. I'm Ryan Stam. I am a Kenyan kid of luo origin. Perhaps you know Luanda Magere, my great grandfather or even Beryl Atieno; my mother. Come on!!! don't give me that sly look and stop asking how I'm related to that mystical legend!!! Well, I personally don't know a thing about all these relationship crap. Daddy says that I would probably run out of fingers counting the number of men through which my generation exists. On the other hand, mommy says that I'm too young to speak sense. So either way, I'd faint telling you about this shit or even end up telling you some infant nonsense that you don't expect to hear. I hope you all know how old I am. "3 weeks." Daddy said.
Monday 4 April 2011
Racing through Kisumu
If in the world cities suffering from second city’s inferiority complex were shortlisted, Kisumu city would top. Though vast, scenic, culturally rich and located at the shores of a historic lake named after a revered queen, Victoria, it never gets the acknowledgment for the good city it is. You may ask yourself why and hope that at the end of my writing I solve this puzzle Kenya sets for its baby city. Anyway, if it doesn’t hurt, accept that I too don’t know all the answers it holds for itself and never let anybody inflict any malicious, wonderful stories about it, to make you like it, but facts.
Traveling through its roads you will notice that its narrow roads can’t rival Nairobi’s avant-grade roads or compare its wonderful flyovers and six lane highways. Likewise, it can’t by any close range off show its rocky beaches to Mombasa’s shimmering with white sand and cool breezes from the ocean. But, still, it has a long tale to tell of the little it possesses. Viewing it from its neglected beach, dunga, a lot seems to be hidden to the naked eyes and if you get lucky to see anything, then it can’t be more than a reflection of the city’s blue sky’s on the lake, a water pumping plant built at the lake’s shores, a beautiful game park chilling with local and international tourists and, may be, a few fishing boats staggering helplessly at the huge waves freaking to win over each other.
The city’s neighborhood hosts millions of passerby's traveling on lake, roads, rail or other air to show of its beautiful geographical features like Kit Mikayi, {the huge gray stones that piled on the other along time ago to support a bigger one cascading on top, creating spaces in between forming deep caves domesticating touring men and reptiles of different species}. The convectional rain forest sheltering a variety of birds, insects, animals and the game wardens taking care of it can’t be forgotten. If you love nature, you have a lot to smile about on your visit to this magnificent city. Seeing friendly monkey’s smile and chatter may be quite ubiquitous to you, but, have you ever peeped at the snoring cheaters, laughed at baboons disciplining its fellow animals, ostriches slap hungry hyena’s with their large flappy wings to protect their eggs, many pythons fight for a park’s kingship or pitied the oldest tortoise cry after its unending misfortunes. If you’ve not, this is the place to be. But, if you don’t get moved by all these fun, sunning on the smooth flat rocks in Osienala beach resort, Kisumu beach resort or going for a motor boat ride far into the lake courtesy of your yatch club membership will. If you forget to carry your sunglasses with you, closing your eyes and listening to the swoosh sound of the waves as you wait for a drink from your hotel’s waiter contents. If that’s not enough, pausing on the rocks merely tow meters into the lake to take photo’s with snakes slithering on water does a great deal.
Where hopes are concerned, waking up at dawn and sitting at your booked hotel’s balcony ready to witness the city’s flaming sun rise and brighten the city’s Victorian architecturally designed buildings satisfies. If you have nagana sleeping sickness, getting up when the lake’s blue waters is already reflecting the bright scorching sun back to its azure sky’s amazes. However, forgetting to run around its leafy suburbs for exercise denies all visitors greater chances of adventure. For anybody who can’t stand all these waking cramp, staying at your lavish hotel ‘s room to watch the evening skies thunder with extraordinary storm as the humid air fades intensively stronger lightening promises the revealing of this city’s hidden treasures. If you fancy early dinner, find a hotel at the lake’s shores {sunset hotel}, Oginga Odinga street's {Grill House} or Jomo Kenyatta Highway's{Imperial Hotel}. Here, your hidden expectation of a full blown city unravels. The hotel’s splendid ethos is reflected in their décor, liveliness, staff and flashy parking for your vehicle. When already in, don’t eat too much ugali and fried fish and forget to leave a space for free water and pudding such as fruit salad and brown chocolate dumpled with vanilla ice cream.
After darkness has covered the ugliness of this city’s people, slums, garbage and sewerage dumping sites plus all the creatures of the night, hippopotamus come out to graze, the lions roar insolently to alarm the wardens of their hungriness and the bats hoover blindly over the calm breezing lake. At this time, the city center throbs with live concert music, ohangla funs enjoy traditional songs and dances at the local clubs and pubs, night prayers go down in the city churches, mosques and temples, but, still the puzzle for its inferiority remains unpuzzled.
Where arts feature, theater halls operate, cinema halls get full as grandparents retell the tales of this city’s existence to their grandchildren and tourists as the village elders fling to the lake the, curses of this day on the verge of its end.
Weekends need no thought of what to wear or where to spend it. For sports maniacs, putting on your best sports team’s jersey and starting for an event venue is the thing. Like football funs, rugby lovers only need to be at Kisumu Polytechnic to watch the scrum go down as tennis hollics hurry for Kisumu day to catch the act live. If you are a hockey fun, Simba Club is the place to be, but, if a golfer, racing with time for Kisumu golfers club won’t take you long. For any indoor games lovers who at this point want to protest for minority oppression, keep your anger to yourself because this city has a place for you. Starting for a casino at the existing malls won’t cost you much and only if you think so, Kisumu also has its slums like any other city, you could find an impressing game there. What a wonderful city this is, but still I don’t get why anything international goes for Nairobi and Mombasa and not this rich city. Why the president never visits its State’s House even once a month and why the fresh fishes produced by this city's worldly recognized lake, Victoria can not be processed and packaged within.
Ken Abisai
Traveling through its roads you will notice that its narrow roads can’t rival Nairobi’s avant-grade roads or compare its wonderful flyovers and six lane highways. Likewise, it can’t by any close range off show its rocky beaches to Mombasa’s shimmering with white sand and cool breezes from the ocean. But, still, it has a long tale to tell of the little it possesses. Viewing it from its neglected beach, dunga, a lot seems to be hidden to the naked eyes and if you get lucky to see anything, then it can’t be more than a reflection of the city’s blue sky’s on the lake, a water pumping plant built at the lake’s shores, a beautiful game park chilling with local and international tourists and, may be, a few fishing boats staggering helplessly at the huge waves freaking to win over each other.
The city’s neighborhood hosts millions of passerby's traveling on lake, roads, rail or other air to show of its beautiful geographical features like Kit Mikayi, {the huge gray stones that piled on the other along time ago to support a bigger one cascading on top, creating spaces in between forming deep caves domesticating touring men and reptiles of different species}. The convectional rain forest sheltering a variety of birds, insects, animals and the game wardens taking care of it can’t be forgotten. If you love nature, you have a lot to smile about on your visit to this magnificent city. Seeing friendly monkey’s smile and chatter may be quite ubiquitous to you, but, have you ever peeped at the snoring cheaters, laughed at baboons disciplining its fellow animals, ostriches slap hungry hyena’s with their large flappy wings to protect their eggs, many pythons fight for a park’s kingship or pitied the oldest tortoise cry after its unending misfortunes. If you’ve not, this is the place to be. But, if you don’t get moved by all these fun, sunning on the smooth flat rocks in Osienala beach resort, Kisumu beach resort or going for a motor boat ride far into the lake courtesy of your yatch club membership will. If you forget to carry your sunglasses with you, closing your eyes and listening to the swoosh sound of the waves as you wait for a drink from your hotel’s waiter contents. If that’s not enough, pausing on the rocks merely tow meters into the lake to take photo’s with snakes slithering on water does a great deal.
Where hopes are concerned, waking up at dawn and sitting at your booked hotel’s balcony ready to witness the city’s flaming sun rise and brighten the city’s Victorian architecturally designed buildings satisfies. If you have nagana sleeping sickness, getting up when the lake’s blue waters is already reflecting the bright scorching sun back to its azure sky’s amazes. However, forgetting to run around its leafy suburbs for exercise denies all visitors greater chances of adventure. For anybody who can’t stand all these waking cramp, staying at your lavish hotel ‘s room to watch the evening skies thunder with extraordinary storm as the humid air fades intensively stronger lightening promises the revealing of this city’s hidden treasures. If you fancy early dinner, find a hotel at the lake’s shores {sunset hotel}, Oginga Odinga street's {Grill House} or Jomo Kenyatta Highway's{Imperial Hotel}. Here, your hidden expectation of a full blown city unravels. The hotel’s splendid ethos is reflected in their décor, liveliness, staff and flashy parking for your vehicle. When already in, don’t eat too much ugali and fried fish and forget to leave a space for free water and pudding such as fruit salad and brown chocolate dumpled with vanilla ice cream.
After darkness has covered the ugliness of this city’s people, slums, garbage and sewerage dumping sites plus all the creatures of the night, hippopotamus come out to graze, the lions roar insolently to alarm the wardens of their hungriness and the bats hoover blindly over the calm breezing lake. At this time, the city center throbs with live concert music, ohangla funs enjoy traditional songs and dances at the local clubs and pubs, night prayers go down in the city churches, mosques and temples, but, still the puzzle for its inferiority remains unpuzzled.
Where arts feature, theater halls operate, cinema halls get full as grandparents retell the tales of this city’s existence to their grandchildren and tourists as the village elders fling to the lake the, curses of this day on the verge of its end.
Weekends need no thought of what to wear or where to spend it. For sports maniacs, putting on your best sports team’s jersey and starting for an event venue is the thing. Like football funs, rugby lovers only need to be at Kisumu Polytechnic to watch the scrum go down as tennis hollics hurry for Kisumu day to catch the act live. If you are a hockey fun, Simba Club is the place to be, but, if a golfer, racing with time for Kisumu golfers club won’t take you long. For any indoor games lovers who at this point want to protest for minority oppression, keep your anger to yourself because this city has a place for you. Starting for a casino at the existing malls won’t cost you much and only if you think so, Kisumu also has its slums like any other city, you could find an impressing game there. What a wonderful city this is, but still I don’t get why anything international goes for Nairobi and Mombasa and not this rich city. Why the president never visits its State’s House even once a month and why the fresh fishes produced by this city's worldly recognized lake, Victoria can not be processed and packaged within.
Ken Abisai
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