My reason for joining toastmasters was to speak like Obama, really. And of course increase my prospects in life.

I’m currently working on short assignment as a Google Policy Fellow researching on cyber laws in Kenya.

I’m a pure African. This reality was more apparent when elderly men poured libation invoking the living dead to appease them during my traditional marriage ceremony.

In my career, I’ve worn many hats both tech and policy related. I’m a techie to the bone, a networking expert, computer engineer, system administrator, and a programmer. I’m also an entrepreneur not finical about business but doing everything from roads construction to farming. Anything legal and ethical that would place food on the table.

I came into the computing field by accident. At the turn of the century after finishing high school, I wanted to be a psychiatrist, but my parents, would not have anything to do with it. They instead opted me in a computer college at the Egerton University. Computing was the in thing then. I’ve never looked back since. And I enjoy the profession immensely.

I’m recognized as a change agent within my society because of the zeal and passion shown while advocating for issues of social justice and inclusiveness. I’ve had leadership positions in several Internet related organisations both in Kenya and regionally. I’m currently the East African representative for Africa Civil Society on Information Society.

My Philosophy is always to be over optimistic in life. While partying in one of the beach hotels in Durban along the Indian Ocean, one Venezuelan shared a story on how life was always serving him lemons, and how poor his background was. To console him and give him hope, I told him of a story of a black boy born in a society that despised black people, brought up by a single parent having been fathered by a foreigner. Despite having been brought up in a Muslim background and having his middle name as Hussein, the boy went forth to get the best education, joined civil activism and politics, and after many failures and dusting himself up, he became the first black man elected as president of the United States and arguably the most powerful man. Everybody has a chance in life, as Lupita would phrase it, “no matter where you come from, your dreams are valid”. My Venezuelan friend’s eyes welled with tears from the illustration as he exclaimed “I will also work hard and be successful ”

I have always wanted to write a book, before thirty, like Adichie, Binyavanga, or Chenua. A feat I will never achieve since I’m thirty no more.

I’ve been to all continents of the world outside the Arctics, but never got a chance to sire little Obamas there.

When addressing a crowd, even if it’s a small crowd around a table, my thought pattern would disintegrate from the deep stare of the audience. I would be drawn into a momentary state of inertia, and I hope that will change from observing fellow toastmasters who have mastered the art of public speaking.

My reason for joining toastmasters was to speak like Obama, really. And of course increase my prospects in life.

Mr/ Madam Toastmaster


Many black people seem to lay emphasis in Obama’s Africanism, or blackness since his election into the highest political office on earth AD 2008.

Obama leaves most of us dizzy

Obama’s Race leaves most people dizzy and confused

Lets look at it this way, the whites, the most radical racists like Ku Klux are of the view that “white blood should never be diluted.” That’s according to the racism that Ben Carson experienced as a youth. But black supremacists like the Black Panther, and Nation of Islam led by MalcomX, and later days led by Louse Farrakhan X are also of the opinion that “The Superior Supreme black blood should never be diluted”

Those two schools of thought technically give Obama no chance. He is a racial orphan, despite being both an orphan, and a bustard to the true sense of the words.

Three races, three continents are laying claim to Barrack. His mother Mrs Dunham was an American Caucasian, his father Mr. Obama Snr was an African Negroid from the black continent, and his step-father Lolo Soetoro was an Asian Mongoloid. To complicate matters, he was raised by white grandparents Madelyn and Stanley Dunham, but spent few years in Indonesia with Lolo.

Failure of black skinned people in the intellectual and financial world leaves them feeling inferior. That is why if you have 1% black linage blood relation, and 99% Caucasian, but you are extremely successful, the Negros will lay claim to you. Caucasian take for granted white leadership and financial clout proved by their numbers in leadership circles, so they will let the Negros claim the 1% as 100% of their own.

Obama “in fact” is mixed-race, or bi-racial.

So which race is President Obama according to you?


I met a Kenyan in hell,
Who recited to me,
His experiences,
Before departure …

“We have had problems,
of bad leadership,
since time in memorial.
All our leaders,
betray us.
Kenyatta was a sell-out.
He pretended,
to be a freedom fighter,
went to the UK,
married a white woman,
worked for dog years,
then came back as a hero…
After 9 years in Jail,
we saw him fit to rule.
He dined with the oppressors;
disarmed,
then thanked the mau-mau,
With nothing,
and set a culture
of people worshiping him.
Every public place bared
either his name,
the name of his son,
the name of his wife,
or the name his cronies.
Central province became
the richest place to be.
It still is.
Coffee became the most prized,
black gold.
Kenyatta acquired land
larger than Rwanda.
And gave his cronies,
some more.
Half the cabinet was his tribesmen.
Anybody who opened,
His mouth,
Danced,
Ask JM
Ask Mboya,
Ask Pio,
Ask … more …
Kenyatta happened to join me.
He was the light of Kenya
kenya-taa.
His son is an MP.
The leader of opposition.
..and,
The president in waiting,

Moi came.
He promised,
to follow the footsteps.
And he did.
and set a culture
of people worshiping him.
Every public place,
every school,
every hospital,
every road,
every cemetery,
every ward,
every bridge,
bared his name.
He created an airport,
In the desert,
Tea became,
the most prized,
black gold.
Coffee died,
Still dead,
Moi acquired land
larger than Rwanda.
And gave his cronies,
some more.
Half the cabinet was his tribesmen.
More naming and renaming.
More land.
Anybody who opened,
His mouth,
Danced,
More killings.
Ask Ouko,
Ask Ochuka,
Ask Muge,
Ask .. Clashes.. Clashes..
And more.
And … many more ..
And ..Wagala,….
Prices inflated.
Deflation never,
happens in Kenya.
He auctioned,
The country,
To the highest bidder,
Half the Cabinet,
was his tribesmen.
Moi went.
His son is an MP.
He is an expert polo player.
He imported,
more cars,
than general motors,
duty free.
He is the happiest man,
on earth.

Kibaki came.
Still has,
larger land,
than Burundi.
A professional golfer.
He served,
Both Moi,
And Kenyatta,
Governments.
All his Ministers were,
professional golfers too.
Prices inflated.
Deflation never,
happens in Kenya.
He auctioned,
The country,
To the highest bidder,
Look at,
Anglo-leasing,
Security contracts,
Artur,
And …. More ….
Half the cabinet,
is his tribesmen.
He created,
half a million jobs,
in river road.
And killed the traders,
in riots with the police.
And put patrols,
in river-road.
Asians can afford to trade
without fear.
Kenyans can afford,
to run,
without stopping.
Because when they stops,
a bullet ………….
The vicious cycle,
continues ………….
More killings,
Then, some more
Ask Mbai ..,
Ask Kisumu residents,
Inspired by Tuju,
Ask … more …
Kenyans,
will never learn,
Kenyatta ii,
Is waiting,
Moi ii,
Is waiting,
Mudavadi ii,
Is waiting,
Ngala ii,
Is waiting,
Mirugi ii,
Is waiting,
Nyaga ii,
Is waiting,
Odinga ii,
Is waiting,
A culture,
Of the,
Ruling class,
Waiting to,
Follow the,
Footsteps.
We are not,
In the third stage,
Nor the second,
Part one is nearing,
The end,
Then part ii,
……………
……………
Who will make,
The ruling class,
DANCE?
Who will stop,
The MUSIC?
I dropped down,
in exhaustion,
And passed,
the baton……..”