Hi there! Am Isaac Ndune Keah and this is my blog. A lover of the written word willing to share my works and delight in the joy of being read! I have spent considerable time nurturing this art. I can now proudly say that I have attained admirable levels. I now wait to be discovered.

Sunday, September 06, 2015

Karura Forest. The Park That Keeps You Walking...


Off Kiambu road, One Kilometer after it branches off from the Thika super highway, there’s a gated entrance to Karura forest. A magnified Atlas page of the forest occupies the entire face of a giant sign post standing next to the information desk at the gate. In a quick virtual tour, I scrutinized the map to familiarize myself with the features inside the forest and decided on the areas to visit. After paying the gate charges, a ranger lectured me on the proper trail etiquette; the dos and donts.  I selected places that would take me on a clockwise circle inside the forest, and began the trek...

 
I led my way into the thick forest under giant trees whose outstretched branches joined into overhead domes, along well tended footpaths. Monkeys hopped across the trees, shaking their branches and causing the dry and loose leaves to fall on me like confetti. What a rousing welcome for me into the forest! There are direction pointers at every crossroads to guide your trail. Occasionally, other hikers, bikers and trail runners came along, but otherwise, the forest is quiet and deserted. I kept on walking…

The rhythm of my stride accompanied me as I walked in the quiet forest. Butterflies winged from the brushes, chasing one another in wavy flight patterns near me. Some casually shrugged against me as if beckoning me to linger on for a longer while and be part of their chasing game. Like a Disney fairy, I paused for a moment to marvel at the pomp and color of excited butterflies flaunting their pairs of graphical wings. In the spirit of the game, I attempted headcount on them. They were Five. No, six. No, Five. Six. Seven…Their irregular choreography created an illusion that was hard for me to decipher, so I gave up the census and kept on walking…

 I passed by another stretch with a cluster of trees blooming with new flowers. Their virgin pistils emitted raw fragrances that defined the surrounding. At that point, I inhaled floral breath. The presence of a distant swarm was highlighted by an opera of buzz words, more like the soundtracks of harvest songs being hummed by honey bees flying around these scented nectar fields. On the ground, I kept on jumping over several trails of safari ants crossing the path and kept on walking…

I began to descend on the slope of a valley that led me to river Karura. On my way down, I came across huge caves with widely agape entrances on the ridge. While inside one of the caves, I'm frightened by a resounding echo that amplified the sound of my own footfalls. I exited the cave and kept on walking... 

Further on, I crossed over a wooden footbridge to get to the other side of a river where I followed an adjacent footpath and traced the meanders of the river upstream up to a double waterfall. The insistent sound of falling water crashing against the rocks at the bottom was ominous in the serene environment. Still rocks lying on the edges of the river are covered by hairy layers of green moss, while those rocks that are directly hit by the falling water are bald and clean. 

I took my final pictures and began to climb away. Further and further away from the river, its sound gradually faded. When I reached the top of the ridge, the river below looked like a muted stream of water.

For exercise and adventure, I ranked my hike as one of my best outdoor experiences lately; the ideal Sunday afternoon activity for anyone.


The map.

The overhanging tree domes frequented by monkeys.

The forest trails.

The caves.

A rock wrapped in moss on the path of slower moving water.

River Karura.

The wooden footbridge.

The river meanders...

The double waterfall.

The writer.

Monday, June 01, 2015

The Seeds of Mbono.



I had asked mum about a certain tree whose details I could only vaguely recall and that way I succeeded in provoking a story time moment. She stopped what she was doing so that she could seize a rare opportunity to pass down a tale. I composed myself and got ready to listen.

“Unlike other trees that drop their seeds near themselves, when the pods of this one dry up, it bursts and disperses the contents far and wide. It’s a phenomenon that was used to describe women by virtue of their leaving their parental homes to go and get married elsewhere. Women were said to be like the seeds of Mbono that fly away, far away to go and conceive elsewhere, away from home.”

So, the tree is called Mbono.

“Those seeds are also cosmetic. In a tradition that is now no more, rococo women who spotted dreadlocks would use the oil made from the seeds to curl their hair.”

Ancient times were also vibrant in their own way. In those days, there was no Revlon, but there were Mbono seeds.

“your great grandmother used to like it so much…” she went on.

............................................................................................................ to be continued

Friday, May 22, 2015

The Tree of Snakes.



Way back while growing up in some leafy countryside, we would only identify a certain tree as ‘the tree of snakes’. It was a small knee-high green shrub whose base-point was surrounded by clumps of foam that looked like snake spit. In our outdoors, we would smash the shrub into pieces whenever we noticed it germinating anywhere because, as we were told, it invited snakes. In a previous generation, my uncle now tells me, they never used to smash it. They'd uproot it wholly and use its hollow stem as a flute, courtesy of their childhood craftsmanship to make their own toys.

I would later encounter the tree of snakes as a graphical depiction of magic and other themes of mystery. A prop in harry-porter style movies and other horror stories, and I knew that the tree of snakes wasn’t just fodder for empty folklore or a meaningless myth and our smashing it wasn’t just for child play either.

My latest encounter with the tree of snakes is when I was admiring the lush backyard. My walk through the green fields suddenly stopped when I noticed the feeble stems of the shrub jutting up. I  immediately turned away to look for a smasher. Old habits die hard! It occurs to me that there aren’t any children in the village to take up the smashing. Perhaps, in the near future, if folklore survives and these crawling toddlers have grown up a little bit, they too might come up with their own ways of dealing with the tree of  snakes.

This time it’s more disgusting. I detest its location in the midst of my all time favorite horticultural delicacy. I refuse to admit that the tree of snakes is actually sharing air and occasionally gets caressed by the soft tendrils of my juicy ‘tsalakushe’.

The tree of snakes still exists, and I would smash it anytime I spot it, anywhere, just like I used to smash it while I was growing up, way back.

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Friday, May 01, 2015

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Saturday, November 01, 2014

Hiring.

An employer is an entrepreneur. He is the owner of a Money- making idea. He lodges himself somewhere within the economic activities of the day, grabs a niche, and sets up a "trap" strategically within the confines of the realtime circulation of money, so that he may be able to attract, and temporarily own a portion of the money zooming around. He calls that trap, his business.

He then realizes that he can not manage the trap alone. He needs a workforce to monitor it, maintain it, and basically, manage it. He needs people that will help him to convert his abstract ideas into solid results of a working plan. He wants to hire you!

He is not looking for outstanding academic qualifications or a fancy degree from a fancy school, No. In fact, he is oblivious of your level of theoretical education. He will be content with someone who is of sound mind and has a reasonable IQ.

He is not looking for a genius, or exceptionally brilliant minds. No! In fact, he doesn't even care what you know or are capable of doing with your brains. He only cares about what YOU can do for HIM.

In short, an employer normally searches for a team player. Someone who can work with others and aim at achieving the same goals. Someone who sees himself as a link of a chain between ends. Someone who will "stop" to think on himself and do what he's required to do by the business. Someone who will give up conflicting personal self interests in favor of the business that they're working for.

An ideal employee is someone who should be ready to lose his ego and submit to the fact that he is not the originator of the initial idea. He is in fact a hijacker who gets away with the crime. That should be the highlight of his humility before the employer. He should know that he is only just getting on board and that the only of his opinions that would matter are those that will be captured by the spirit of the original idea.

An ideal employee should know the objectives of the business. This will help him to identify himself with the rest of the team as they work together. It will also help him to pin-point any deviations that may emerge in the course of work. It will also help him to suggest improvements to further fine- tune the business operations. The employee does not therefore feel out of place and is able to identify himself with the business.

In turn the ideal employer adheres to the "PROCEED" Model of employee selection. (Kreitner & Mohapatra, Management, Edition 8, 2009. Biztantra). Here, the employer prepares the job description and analysis. Then he reviews interview questions, organizes the interview, conduct it, then evaluate the match between the job and the candidate, exchanges the data in a meeting, and finally makes a decision on the ideal candidate.

This in a nutshell, sums up the whole ballgame of employment testing between employer and employee.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Make It Last Forever...

Before Mariah reaches the part that says, "Make it last forever", earlier lyrics had already taken me into nostalgia lane. Am seated in a Matatu and a song that combines three of my all-time favorite artists begins to play. An old enough song to now graduate into the "ol-skull". A song I used to love so much until I copied it ten times into the same CD. I would insert the disc into player and listen from song number one to the last one. The same song.

A classical seductive song. There is a part that Nas raps, "You taste like banana cake, you shaped like the number eight". Then enters Joe with his refined voice-overs that puts you in an eerie melancholic moment of lyrical recall. Music, my ultimate opium, stole my moment and unearthed old, fond memories.

"Make it last forever, make it last, make it last...
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