Saturday, 26 January 2013

The Changing Winds Poetry Book Launch

A young Kenyan female poet, famous for her “Changing Winds” with love for arts, dance, painting, writing and stage performance with a BA in communications from Daystar University, on Saturday 9th February will launch her book “The Changing Winds” book.

The Changing Winds is a three part poetry book on Kenya which describes the events that took place in Kenya before and after 2008 the post-election violence through wind variations:

 The Tempest, The Gale and The Breeze. The Tempest looks at the tempestuous situations, frustrations and argues;

“Our nation is under siege
Its people turning monstrous!
Abuse runs rife and lies the order of the day.

Leaders cry foul over issues of non-relevance
While homes are scorched, women and children are raped and killers run the show with impunity.
A modern Sodom and Gomorrah!”
~ Our nation is under siege

The Gale speaks of the under currents of emotions that still ply minds and hearts having experienced the tempest while The Breeze looks at dreams, aspirations and challenges to grasp for a bright future.

The Changing Winds comes at a time when the country is about to go into elections and Poet Trudy does her artistic duty of being a mirror to society, urging them to be the change they want to see by using the past to shape the future.

Carole Mandi, a publisher, says Trudy’s ability to articulate in powerful poetics the injustices of the time in such words as, “We are living Zombies? Ducking and weaving through life? Trying to survive? Not knowing what lies around every owner” evokes emotion and paints vivid pictures for the reader.

Mandi goes ahead to say, yet hope is artfully woven in to each poem, “That one day neighbor would be brother would be father? AND neighbor be mother, would be sister/ and would be whole? A nation that’s family.”

She lifts the reader from the harsh present reality o the possibilities that lie ahead.
 The Author

Trudy Walmsley was born in Mombasa, Kenya and grew up in Lusaka, Zambia in a culturally mixed household and moved back to Nairobi during Kenya's move into multiparty state which fueled her patriotic spirit. 

A multi-faceted artist, Trudy fell in love with dancing, painting, writing and stage performance in her formative years and this have been key in shaping her worldview.

Trudy started writing when in secondary school where she kept a journal which served as material for her poems. She started writing poems on Kenya after a period of prayer and fasting in June 2007 and continues to do so to date and her decision to publish was principally due to the fact most of the poems seem to come from the heart of God and his love for his people.

She holds a BA in communication from Daystar University and looks up to Maya Angelou, the Psalms and Papa Nelson Mandela for her poetic inspiration. The Changing Winds is her first.

The Launch will see pieces from the book recited and performed in song and dance by the author, renowned poet Caroline Nderitu and Poetry Group, Mstari wa Nne’s Michael Kwambo. Others acts include Mishumo Madima; an upcoming Jazz and Soul Singer, Laughton Murage; a Nairobi based artist performer, dancer, singer and luxury life curator, Internationally Acclaimed Creative Dancer, Performer, Choreographer, Yassin Mutati and O.C.B; Our Church Band who are talented and dynamic performers.

The book launch will be MC’ed by Poet Sitawa Wafula and the special guest will be Felicia Tendo Foinmbam, Director at Eden School.

The launch will take place at Soiree Garden Restaurant, on the Junction of Kindaruma Rd and Marcus Garvey .

Monday, 21 January 2013

Tribute: Daniel Saenyi, colleague and friend

The last time I saw Dan, my fellow friend of mine Obed Simiyu would call him “Nigga” was just over two weeks ago, the new 2013 year had begun.

I met him at the West Fm ICT center Beadon house Bungoma before we dropped him at his place towards Kanduyi.
The following day, I remember, He spent most of his day at Obed’s house at his request to work on video project. He had a good computer to do the work.

He was a student at JKUAT- The film services department. He was a journalist and the sky was the limit for him. 
Dan was at the centre of things, with great skill, sharing his enthusiasm and knowledge with everyone there, experts and novices alike.

Dan conducted his professional life at the University in much the same way. He had an insatiable curiosity about everything he came into contact with. He needed to know in intimate detail how things worked, how he could make them work better and then how he could use what he had learned to better advantage. He was conscientious, meticulous, inventive and utterly reliable.

I first knew him when he undertook his intern ship at the West Media Ltd. Little did I know he was ailing.

Life is like a bible you should follow each chapter one by one - Dan Saenyi

The only way I came to know about his illness Sickle Cell Anaemia (a blood disorder that affects hemoglobin, the protein found in red blood cells (RBCs) that help carry oxygen throughout the body. Sickle cell anemia occurs when a person inherits two abnormal genes (one from each parent) that cause their RBCs to change shape.

Instead of being flexible and disc-shaped, these cells are more stiff and curved in the shape of the old farm tool known as a sickle — that's where the disease gets its name. The shape is similar to a crescent moon.)

The rest it was Obed who informed me about it. The two were not only workmates too, they were more than that.

It is the same Obed who informed me about his demise on phone.

“Have you heard the big news from Bungoma? Obed had inquired.

“No, nothing at all,” I had replied because that day I had spent part of my day indoors.

“Saenyi is gone,” he broke the news.

I could not believe it. How could it have happened? He was healthy the last time we were with him I tried to tell Obed. However, he said that was it. “Let’s absorb the news first to be able to recollect,” I remember telling him.
Then, I rushed to Dan’s Face Book page just to know if it were true.

Yes, he had gone too soon. A son to his loving parents. A brother to his siblings. A friend to many and a school mate to many whom I do not know.

Erick Saenyi

Dan,Dan,surely bro wat happened at ts early age?why have u gone?i can't accept ts RIP.

Shanyista Tawai Muyoti

Cousin I still can’t believe bt it will be well with all of us. it will be well may u rest in peace. luv uHow i wish life would be just like Ted the muvy u wish n ur wishes come true coz I would wish for u Daniel Saenyi. dear I will miss u real bad...... duuude

Obed Muindi

If we had a chance to appeal, I would have been the first to appeal so that you could stay around longer. To say you were a colleague, friend or brother is an understatement, you were more than that. I pray to God to rest your soul in peace till we meet again nigga.
Nick Wekesa Reloaded

lost a friend, schoolmate and just a great friend. so sad RIP Dan may God rest your soul in eternal peace!!
Joseph Manyasa

Dan is it true? I remember we walked together heading to Kimaeti Boys during the Kimaeti Division Educational Day to hunt for news. Even the other day when I hollad you when I was in Nairobi you came and took me to railways club where we ate Kuku choma.....but then, Is it true? Cant believe still in tears......
Shaniz Wanjiku Shish

cant bliv this am in tears,,wish i can kal talk to u ,i remember walking u to buk a bus back to nairobi,,i miss u and i will miss u forever,,u were the best frend i always count ,a humble descky in high scul cant bliv if its true u told m utakuja hom next week ooh my,,MAY THE ALMIGHTY PUT HIS SOUL IN PEACE luv u

Bryan Wesonga

we grew up together, we shared many things, Dan may ur soul rest in peace till we meet again

 Some of his memorable things he wrote:

A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others. - Am creative, bt i always feel way better wen i beat others.

Wish life was like a video, we don't av 2 grow old, the pretty girls jst happen 2 drop by, n u live it over n over again, jst hit rewind...

Sometimes i just wana give up,but its pple who belive in me that make. me push maself one step harder

Rest In Peace

Tuesday, 1 January 2013