Category: Features

  • What Daystar Can Learn From USIU Culture Week

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    By Vincent Embukane Liboso

    Photos Courtesy of Githinji Mwai

    As an events blogger, writer and one who has a little expertise up my sleeves on events, I will be honest about one thing: Daystar Nairobi campus culture week was a flop!  I love seeing a great initiative trend and take hold; that is why when I was invited to USIU (United States International University) Culture Week; I couldn’t refuse even though it was at happening concurrently with Daystar Nairobi’s.

    There was glitz and glamour in abundance at USIU culture week. At Daystar, we lacked that and we drank our sorrows to a stupor  on free Nescafe coffee. In fact, not even our students had an idea it was culture week.

    Moreover, Daystar culture week lacked the hype and the excitement. Why you ask? It is because we are doing the same things done by past leadership over and over again, expecting different results. But it never works that way!

    I will give you a clear perspective on how USIU turned their earlier low-hyped event into one of the best ever event in their history and in my history of events blogging. (more…)

  • On the day of Saint Valentine…

    I rarely celebrate the 14th February debacle. You ask why? Well I am going to play an old track and say that it is just an overrated day. Come on, you have 365 days to express your emotions. That one day isn’t going to change much. Can I let you in on a little secret? When it reaches that fateful day I usually check the box marked single; that sounds more subtle than the unnecessary details.

    So on that day I choose to go ‘wild’ with my girlfriends. I pretend that every single couple walking past me is not having as much fun as I am.

    Somebody in their right – or crazy – senses asked me to be their valentine; and yes, I pretended I was very cool about it. Then when I got to thinking all the details that entail that day, I thought why can’t we reschedule and have it some other day. That is how weird I am. But he did not expect all the flowers, poems and whatever gifts people exchange. He just wanted to hang out.

    We took a walk and talked about all the stupid and sentimental things in life. We sang love songs. I did most of the singing but he didn’t run away so I should probably start working on my album.

    Then the night came. Everyone has a bucket list. I have not done half the things in mine but I am going to tread slowly. I swore that I have to be serenaded before I bid this world adieu and now that is one check for my very long bucket list. I pray in my heart of hearts that someone somewhere is getting jealous by now because that has been my intention all along.

    The song, let us call it that for now only because it gives it a more dramatic appeal, is now one of my favorite things to listen to, I feel like I own it now. The day ended with one yellow rose, I hear it means friendship, that’s what I gained that day. See how a day that the whole world assumes is set apart for lovers took a twisted,but happy, turn in my imperfect life? That is the story of my funny valentine; one of those pieces that are needed to complete the puzzle that is me.

  • How Responsible Are You?

    So we’re traveling to Nairobi—yes people, the drive from Athi to Valley Road is travelling – and the “learned” guy seated in front of me opens the window and gingerly lets loose an empty pet can of soda. I’m not perfect, far from it, but littering just gets to me. Not just because of the environmental effect but majorly the sheer impenitence lacing the perpetrator’s demeanor.

    Before you brand me a self-righteous critic, imagine a man or woman old enough to be your father or mother having to clean up after your grown-up brazen self. Whilst you may rebut my seemingly whimsical protest with the inane phrase, “but it’s their job,someone has to clean”, I could borrow words from my lecturer Mrs. Muthami saying “this is your world and there’s a limit to the abuse it can take, before it starts to cave via global warming and the calamities that come with it”. No she didn’t stop there but added, “…then you start blaming God when it’s we who have failed to take care of what God gave us custody of…”

    I won’t pull the environmental card, Wangari Maathai sung that song. Instead I’ll play the morality card. How responsible are you? My pastor says “responsibility (or lack of it) starts from our bedrooms, when we wake up in the morning” (an unspiritual statement if you ask me). It starts with us, because if we would be audacious enough to stick gum under a pew, fart in an elevator, pull more toilet paper than we require, leave taps dripping, heaters and lights on unnecessarily, double parking, overlapping, speeding in residential areas, being unnecessarily loud, smugly queuing on the express counter pushing a trolley full of shopping, and suggestively gawking at someone’s wife or husband in their presence amongst other pet peeves then we have a long way to go.

    Are we then incorrigible? Far from it, there’s hope for us yet. Gandhi said we are the change we want to see. If you want to have a responsible government and society, then be responsible yourself. Go on, turn the tap completely off, be considerate and use only what you require, for Pete’s sake do the right thing. It’ll take you 21 days to kick the old habits but before long the world around us will smile back.

    By Asutsa Govedi

    (rockyagovedi@daystar.ac.ke)