In July, 2008, I, Princess Rachella, Intrepid African American Girl International Journalism Consultant, pulled up stakes once again and headed to Nairobi, Kenya. Through my various adventures, I've concluded that if I get any MORE explosively fabulous in these prequel years to "THE BIG 5-0," I will have to register myself with the Pentagon as a thermonuclear incendiary device.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

So It's Not Just Me......


...who thinks there's something not quite brilliant about running towards a catastrophe, like the people in downtown Nairobi were doing yesterday. As I wrote then, my gut instincts eventually prodded me to flee the area when I noticed people pressing closer to the burning building whenever the flames leapt dramatically higher.

With my decades of journalism experience--and abundance of basic, down-home mother wit--I quickly deduced that if I was near the front of that crowd the next time a gas cannister exploded, I'd either be instantly incinerated or trampled by people who suddenly realized it is wiser to avoid an out-of- control inferno wherever it might occur.

Better I should watch the drama unfold at home on my astonishingly uncomfortable couch, I concluded. And now the wisdom of that strategy has been confirmed by my colleague Ruth, the one who came running through the newsroom to usher everybody out yesterday. Turns out she's actually one of the designated fire marshals for the newsroom, so she definitely gets top marks for her effort.

But she also made this comment in an all-staff e-mail today:

"I am tempted at this point to go into the "peculiar" habits of Kenyans who think nothing of running TOWARDS a raging fire while cylinders are exploding at will and throwing shrapnel in all directions. This must be the only nation in the world where the only thing that scares citizens into running AWAY are policemen on horses (mind, they quickly return once the police have moved on) and the rain."

As I wrote on my Facebook status line this morning, I do not drink nearly enough alcohol to be able to adequately interpret the experience of life in Nairobi. But I'm working on it.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Way It Was


The folks in DC asked me to write about what happened today. I'm still pretty dazed, but here's what I came up with...

The first time the lights went out during this morning’s news meeting, it was just a minor annoyance. Ditto the second time. After all, at Nation Media Group headquarters in the heart of downtown Nairobi, you can expect a powerful generator to kick in quickly whenever there’s a power outage. It’s already happened several times during my six month tenure as a Knight Health Fellow based at the Nation Centre. Besides, I spent half of 2007 living in Northern Uganda, where you learn to build your schedule around large blocks of time with absolutely no electricity.

But when the power failed for a third time at the Nation Centre, everyone started to wonder if there was some sort of major power grid problem. So naturally, when a loud explosion occurred around 3:15 PM, most people concluded it could have been caused by an overburdened generator. I was sitting at my computer editing copy when I noticed most of my colleagues running to the windows to see what had caused the commotion outside.

Less than 10 minutes later, Living Magazine Editor Ruth Lubembe came running through the newsroom shouting, “Get out, get out!” That's when I noticed the smell of something burning in the air, and gathered my belongings. The third floor newsroom evacuation was surprisingly orderly until we reached the first floor lobby, which is usually flooded by sunshine during daylight hours.

That’s when the gasping started...the view out the lobby glass doors was as dark as night, the sky choked by thick black smoke.

But even that didn’t prepare me for the horrifying sight of flames leaping through the air less than half a block from the back entrance of the Nation Centre. They were coming from the Nakumatt Grocery/Department store on the corner of Kimathi Street and Kenyatta Avenue, opposite the Sarova Stanley Hotel. In fact, I soon learned that the entire end of the block housing the Nation Centre was engulfed in flames.

As a journalist who just happened to be carrying her digital camera in her purse, my instincts made me capture some of the disturbing images, once I got over the initial shock. And while navigating my way through the crowd, I also couldn’t help noticing the demeanor of most people gathered to watch the flames. Could memories of similar fiery images during Kenya’s horrific post-election violence last year be causing so many people to seem almost indifferent about the scene? And then I remembered something else…in August of 1998, a terrorist car bomb demolished the US Embassy in downtown Nairobi, killing 212 people and injuring nearly 4,000. Clearly, Nairobians have seen more than their share of terrible conflagrations, which could have accounted for some of the response.

Only when steady winds fanned the flames, causing them to shoot high in the sky, did the thousands of onlookers appear to be concerned about their personal safety. But even then, I was startled to see most people moving toward the scene of the fire, when my own instinct was to head in the opposite direction.

After 23 years as a professional journalist, I spent some difficult moments debating whether I should find a relatively safe yet close perch to plant myself and record the event. But eventually, my fears about being stranded in a massive crowd with no way to reach my apartment in suburban Westlands won out. I threaded my way out of the downtown area and found a taxi home, where I downloaded my photos and posted a few on Facebook, sent some emails and placed a few calls.

Ironically, I was deeply concerned that friends and family might see news about the fire on some major news network or online and fear for my safety. That concern was heightened when my Washington, DC colleagues shared reports that the explosion and fire might have been caused by terrorist activity. (At this point, it’s impossible to pinpoint the cause, so I’m refusing to entertain that prospect.)

By the time I reached home, the fire had been raging for about 45 minutes, but the three major local networks had not yet managed to transmit live images. They had all scrolled news of the blaze at the bottom of the screen. About thirty minutes later, NTV (owned by Nation Media Group) was televising live, uninterrupted coverage of the emergency response and crowd reaction. The government-owned network, KBC, and KTN, owned by the Standard Media Group, were splitting their coverage between the proceedings of Parliament and the fire.

So far, I’ve been watching CNN, Sky News, BBC and Al Jazeera for the past few hours, and there’s been no news of the explosion and fire. Am I being overly sensitive in suggesting that if a major fire and explosion had occurred in downtown Paris, London, or Washington, DC, regular newscasts would have been interrupted to make mention of it? I have to remember that the world is one week away from the one of the most historic Presidential inaugurations in history….and that 70,000 job layoffs occurred in the past few days, and that the world economic summit in Davos just started. And there’s also renewed fighting in Gaza. Let’s just say the global news hole is pretty tightly packed these days, so I probably shouldn’t read more into it than that. In a slower news cycle, the Kenyan fire probably would have made the cut, if for no other reason than there had been a deadly terrorist explosion in this major African capital city a decade earlier.

By 7 PM Nairobi time, the blaze was under control, and 99 of 103 Nakumatt personnel were accounted for. There’s still no official word on possible casualties, or now many customers were in the store at the time of the fire. There’s also still no word on what may have caused the fire, though the prevailing theory is that it was an electrical malfunction.

Still, the incident is a frightening reminder that nothing in our world today can be taken for granted, when a even a seemingly innocuous flickering light can be fraught with far-reaching geo-political ramifications.

Downtown Nairobi, January 28, 2009


First of all, I am totally, totally, TOTALLY okay. So do NOT panic. But I have just experienced one of the scariest situations in my entire life. There was a major explosion and fire about a half a block from where I work this afternoon, and nobody's quite sure what caused it.

There were several power outages during the day today, so when the fire broke out, everybody assumed it was an exploded generator. Anyway, the Nation Centre was evacuated, and now I'm sitting at home watching the horrifying images on TV.

The explosions occurred at the Nakumatt Grocery/Department store about a half a block away from the Nation Centre. I don't even want to think about what the death toll might be....this occurred at around 3 PM in the heart of the Central Business District, so there were plenty of people in the store...

God Help Us All. I'll keep you updated....

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

"I'm Just Sayin', Dawg...." Part 2


For the most part, I have refrained from discussing Kenyan politics on this blog because the prospect of waking up naked and violated on the cold cement floor of a Nairobi jail cell holds little or no appeal for me.

And so I will continue in that vein by letting the attached picture speak a coupla thousand words for me. It was taken over the shoulder of Parliament Speaker Kenneth Marende yesterday morning, in front of the Nation Centre building. Nation Media Group is sponsoring a group of staffers on a trek up Mt. Longonot in the Great Rift Valley, to raise fund for the country's famine relief.

Humanitarian aid organizations estimate that 10 million Kenyans face starvation because the country's maize reserves are depleted. There are allegations that some high level officials sold off those reserves and pocketed the funds for themselves.

Before yesterday's press conference began, I noticed a little street boy working the crowds. I'm not just dismissing the child as a homeless urchin; it's obvious that he should have been in school, and his clothes were filthy and tattered. He probably hadn't had a decent meal in days. I actually expected him to leave when the cameras started flashing, but he pushed his way to the front of the throng of reporters and passersby.

During yesterday morning's event, Speaker Kenneth Marende asserted the inalienable right of every Kenyan to have enough food to eat.

Also, yesterday morning's Nairobi Star reported that Speaker Kenneth Marende was just given 1.4 million Kenyan shillings to redecorate his home. (In fairness, that's "only" $17,772 USD.)

By the way, that's also the amount (1.4 million Kenyan Shillings)Kenyan members of Parliament receive each month, most of which is untaxed.

Finally, the average Kenyan teacher would have to work 14 years to earn 1.4 million shillings.

Oh, but wait....I was supposed to be letting the picture speak for itself, wasn't I????

"I'm just sayin', dawg......"

"I'm Just Sayin', Dawg...."


Welcome to the first installment of a new occasional feature on NFAND (That's my post-modern shorthand for the blog, BTW.) It's entitled, "I'm Just Sayin', Dawg...." and will consist of relatively brief, insightful commentaries about things that occur to me when I should probably be doing something more productive.

To start things off, I just read online where yesterday was the beginning of the Chinese New Year. Their culture correlates each year with one of 21 different animals, and this year is The Year of the Ox.

I was born in 1961, which was another Ox year. Could this mean that things are gonna go my way in 2009?

Or will I get trampled by an ox during a safari vacation?

I prefer to expect the former. It's my time to shine in 2009!

"I'm just sayin', dawg...."

Sunday, January 25, 2009

All They Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance



I've been on fire creatively this past week! Inauguration night left me completely exhilarated. I know it's a totally cliched sentiment,
but the possibilities feel endless with President Obama at the helm of the White House, and firmly ensconced in the hearts and minds of people around the world.
I mean, if global goodwill is any indication, my Soul Brother-in-Chief will be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!

In fact, I was so inspired by the event that I finally got around to editing and posting a group of pictures I took on July 7, 2007. At the time, I wrote about the irony of touring refugee camps in Northern Uganda on a day the whole world considered "lucky (7-7-07). While people around the globe were partying, marrying and fornicating like crazed weasels, I was witnessing some of the most squalid, horrifying, heart-wrenching images of human suffering you could imagine, following 20years of brutal civil war.

Astonishingly, I wound up feeling exhilarated during that experience, too. That's because of the children I met, who reminded me that nothing is stronger than the human spirit and will to survive. Kids are kids whether they're at Disneyland or a refugee camp, and I found myself laughing and playing with them rather than crying and dreading the experience.

Still, one image from that day stands out in my memory. For weeks after taking the photo above this post, I was haunted by the baby in the center of the frame. All the other children are smiling, waving, or jockeying for a position in front of the camera. I reached out to coo and smile at the baby boy being held by his sister to try and get him to smile and look at me, but was startled by his complete lack of affect or response. Obviously, hunger, fear and tiredness had to be part of the reason, but that baby boy conveyed an exhaustion and sadness that seemed as ancient as the world itself. I'll never forget it as long as I live.

And when I think there are still tens of thousands of children in refugee camps here in Kenya, following the horrific post-election violence that scarred the country last year, I want to go out and capture their little faces, too. They are the ultimate innocent victims of the madness and hatred of adults, and they have an important message to share with the world.

All they are saying is "Give Peace a Chance." Check out the rest of my photos, in an album entitled "Fortunate Child," on my Facebook page at: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=83762&id=772031562

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Hip Hip-po Ray!


I'm pretty darned proud of myself for spending most of today stalking wildlife in the Great Rift Valley.

One of my New Year's Resolutions was to be more adventurous and start taking advantage of the amazing geography that's dang near in my immediate 'hood. The first step was booking a trip to Zanzibar. Yesterday, I vowed to go to Naivasha, about 9O minutes away from Nairobi, to explore the town and perhaps go out on the lake. Naivasha is in the heart of the Great Rift Valley, and there are lots of game parks, lakes and other natural resources to explore.

I was planning to hire a driver, but yesterday afternoon, my new friend Monique texted to see what I had planned for the weekend. I'd actually met her briefly at a Barclay's bank ATM, right before heading to the States back in October. We'd exchanged cards, but never followed up. When Monique walked up to me on Inauguration night and reintroduced herself, I was pleased to find another American sister-girl to roll with.

After I talked Monique into driving, and we survived a really horrible stretch of road before finding a smooth highway, we reached Naivasha around high noon. We did a little light shopping at the local market before heading out to the Kenya Wildlife Reserve's Lake Naivasha Hippo Camp.

The ani-mules were so freakin' cool! We saw zebras and giraffes and water buffaloes and gazelles....and of course hippos during our one hour boat trip around Crescent Island. But none of those sightings topped what happened shortly after we arrived. As I checked in with the game warden, he wanted to try and charge the non-resident fee of $15, versus the resident price of $2. I tried to explain that we both live in Nairobi, but he was just focused on my American accent, and the prospect of fleecing us both. Then I pulled out the Nation Media Group ID that I had shoved into my bag almost as an afterthought.

He stared at the name, looked up at me and said, "Oh, I saw your article in the paper!" I figured he was mistaking me for some columnist, and waited patiently as he flipped through a couple of newspapers on the counter. Hey, if it was going to get me a $13 discount, I'd pretend to be a Daily Nation staffer. Ain't no shame in my game.

But then he actually pointed to a picture of me in the paper. I was startled, but then remembered the article I'd written after the November 4th election, about what President Obama's (GOD, I love saying and writing that title!!!!!) election had meant to me as an African American.

The warden said he had saved it because it was so inspirational, and that he had just re-read it before I arrived.

Coincidence??? I think not. It was the coolest thing that's happened to me in a very, very long time. Even cooler than those humongous hippos chilling in Lake Naivasha.

(Check out my Facebook album of today's adventure: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?id=772031562&pid=2003317#/album.php?aid=84184&id=772031562)