2013....the year i fell in love with rock music

For a year that was 36 months long, with days as long as 72 hours and events freaking to the bone, moments higher than Rastafarians' weed moments and others as dreadful as the loss of love, a stock take is fitting, and, befitting.

I am always a fan of the Caribbean music. I love the intensity, vibration, love and simplicity of music. My reggae knowledge is so good that i can naturally fit into a group of Jamaican college boys. I, however, found a new love in 2013 in soft rock music and Xfm became my favourite station in Kenya, Nick Ndeda and Mike Mondo my favourite shows. Perhaps the less talk and more music approach makes them my perfect pick.

Elections in 2013 were hot and heated up. Campaigning for a friend, i came to understand the risk of doing politics. People will always cheat you, from that woman who goes to church every Sunday to your primary school teacher. Probably that is the reason why politicians in Kenya turn their backs on us and cheat us in return.

Kenyan MPs went on strike. They were animalized and christened with such names which can only be heard in the coastal brothels or in Luthuli's small world. Money is a great motivator, though. They didn't give up.

There was a teachers strike, at one moment their tough spoken leader became the most powerful man in the country, he had been defying orders in wholesale, until something happened which cowed them, sending their tails where they belong, signing a raw deal and going back to chalk dust. It looks like they went back to the drawing board, and given how good they are in drawing, the looming strike has much for us to see.

Westgate was a bad moment. Kenyans became one, only months after they were completely divided, a demarcation which takes the form of a gulley after every five years, a demarcation which endangers both political lives and real lives. The temporary association dissolved in thick air. Rest in peace oneness, and westgate victims.

Most of my boys were blessed with kids, or simply, got kids. The didn't marry. It seems the scare of impregnating someone's daughter is no more. It is the Y generation. May be you ask why!