East Africa's Capital, Nairobi City : photo gallery

East Africa's Capital, Nairobi City : photo gallery

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One thing which makes me love my motherland Kenya is that we are really honest with our situation..We are not perfect but one thing for sure we are the best in almost everything in this region.we will critisize the g'vmnt whenever something is wrong,it doesnt matter what good they have done for us cz we expect them to deliver the best..Thats kenya.Some fools may try to discredit our achievements by bringing out the issue of kibera and mathare slums but you fail to realise one thing,that's part of us and we are not ashamed of it.Its one failure out of the very many achievements we have so far and nothing,nothing at all will ever bring down my motherland KENYA.
 
Jay456watt said:
SO NEAR YET SO FAR: Nairobi skyline. 'Compared to Nairobi, my Addis Ababa is a failed blueprint. The beautiful buildings, the clean road, the big malls, the green parks and swarms of cars demonstrate Nairobi’s great success. Nairobi is like a beautiful lady in a fashionable dress, while Addis is a midget in a towel.'
Sometime back in December last year, I visited the Nairobi Central Business District. Walking down the streets of Nairobi was a unique experience for me as an exiled journalist from Ethiopia. You see, I am now like the Greek philosopher – Diogenes of Sinope – for I have no home.

My fate is to sleep or eat wherever I find vacant and safe. It looks like the fate of someone who yearns for a glimpse of freedom. Compared to Nairobi, my Addis Ababa is a failed blueprint.

The beautiful buildings, the clean road, the big malls, the green parks and swarms of cars demonstrate Nairobi’s great success. Nairobi is like a beautiful lady in a fashionable dress, while Addis is a midget in a towel.

But I am not a layman. I am a patriotic writer who loves his own country. At least I should hide my emotions. The mesmerising scenery shall not make me complain about my country. I know I am feeling a bit jealous but I manage to cool it by murmuring, “had we been in the hand of a colonial power for some time…”

Yes, this works for some time. But once again what I am looking at engulfs my emotion. Even though I struggle not to appreciate what is before my eyes, what I was to see next made me to curse myself, my government and a bit of my country.



The man with the megaphone

Harambee House is a building where His Excellency President Uhuru Kenyatta spends his days working. Unlike our Prime Minister’s office, this compound is guarded by a few men. You are not required to bow your head when you pass by.

In front of Harambee House, I find a young man with a megaphone yelling some words. Even though he is speaking Kiswahili, I can easily tell he is in vehement anger and rage. Suddenly I hear an English phrase between his Kiswahili that leaves me jaw-dropped. “You Mr President should resign from your place! You are doing nothing! Shame on you! Shame on you!’’ I can’t believe it. This young man is protesting his President, and no one is trying to stop him. Even the guards are chatting with each other as if there is nothing going on.

Can you imagine if this young man dared to say such words in front of the Ethiopian prime minister’s office? It is hard to guess what would have happened. Before he utters a single word, he will find himself on the ground blood-soaked. But in Kenya, I witnessed a young man who is asking his President to step down, and no one is stopping him from doing so. Any Kenyan passing by does not automatically assume that this person is mad. For them, he is one citizen who is practising his right of dissent, picket and protest. Had it been in Ethiopia, this man could be writing his own death warrant.
The chaotic Parliament

As I continued strolling around the city near Times Tower, a newspaper vendor asks me if I want the day’s paper. There is a pile of different newspapers at his feet and in his hand. I see the Daily Nation dated December 18, 2014. The headline grabs my attention: "Chaos in Parliament as MPs resume debate". A casual reading over some articles makes my mind whirl. It reads, “The MPs opposed to the Bill chanted and threw papers, disrupting the session…Disorder in Parliament as most members throng the floor of the House as debate on Security Bill goes on….Speaker orders Suba MP John Mbadi out of the House after water is sprinkled on Deputy Speaker Joyce Laboso and other clerks at the table… House moves to a committee of the whole House amid noise from opposition members.”



In my mind, a roaring Parliament is what I wish for my country Ethiopia. Unfortunately, what we have is a snoring Parliament. In my country, 99 per cent of Members of Parliament are from one party. Their main role is clapping whenever the legislative enacts a law or directive. They don’t care about the content or impact of the law on the people – like a sitcom audience they are paid to clap, have nap, and laugh.

Forget the physical confrontations (which are unnecessary). I ask myself, when is the last time Ethiopian Parliament had a heated debate? In Kenya, it looks like every law must be passed after some negotiations, and sometimes with a little scene of wrestling. The court is also independent so much so that it finally struck down eight clauses of the debated laws for being unconstitutional. In my country, the government is the court, the police, the prosecutor not forgetting the prison.
Spending hours in Nairobi and thinking about Ethiopia will makes my stomach churn.

How far is Kenya from Ethiopia?

On my way home, a man next to me is able to identify me by nationality, thanks to my bony face and my sun-burned skin. As we chat and giggle, he asks me, “I wonder how far Kenya is from Ethiopia!” I look back at the beautiful city of Nairobi and I whisper, ‘too far…”
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You are a lier...
 
Jay456watt said:
SO NEAR YET SO FAR: Nairobi skyline. 'Compared to Nairobi, my Addis Ababa is a failed blueprint. The beautiful buildings, the clean road, the big malls, the green parks and swarms of cars demonstrate Nairobi’s great success. Nairobi is like a beautiful lady in a fashionable dress, while Addis is a midget in a towel.'
Sometime back in December last year, I visited the Nairobi Central Business District. Walking down the streets of Nairobi was a unique experience for me as an exiled journalist from Ethiopia. You see, I am now like the Greek philosopher – Diogenes of Sinope – for I have no home.

My fate is to sleep or eat wherever I find vacant and safe. It looks like the fate of someone who yearns for a glimpse of freedom. Compared to Nairobi, my Addis Ababa is a failed blueprint.

The beautiful buildings, the clean road, the big malls, the green parks and swarms of cars demonstrate Nairobi’s great success. Nairobi is like a beautiful lady in a fashionable dress, while Addis is a midget in a towel.

But I am not a layman. I am a patriotic writer who loves his own country. At least I should hide my emotions. The mesmerising scenery shall not make me complain about my country. I know I am feeling a bit jealous but I manage to cool it by murmuring, “had we been in the hand of a colonial power for some time…”

Yes, this works for some time. But once again what I am looking at engulfs my emotion. Even though I struggle not to appreciate what is before my eyes, what I was to see next made me to curse myself, my government and a bit of my country.



The man with the megaphone

Harambee House is a building where His Excellency President Uhuru Kenyatta spends his days working. Unlike our Prime Minister’s office, this compound is guarded by a few men. You are not required to bow your head when you pass by.

In front of Harambee House, I find a young man with a megaphone yelling some words. Even though he is speaking Kiswahili, I can easily tell he is in vehement anger and rage. Suddenly I hear an English phrase between his Kiswahili that leaves me jaw-dropped. “You Mr President should resign from your place! You are doing nothing! Shame on you! Shame on you!’’ I can’t believe it. This young man is protesting his President, and no one is trying to stop him. Even the guards are chatting with each other as if there is nothing going on.

Can you imagine if this young man dared to say such words in front of the Ethiopian prime minister’s office? It is hard to guess what would have happened. Before he utters a single word, he will find himself on the ground blood-soaked. But in Kenya, I witnessed a young man who is asking his President to step down, and no one is stopping him from doing so. Any Kenyan passing by does not automatically assume that this person is mad. For them, he is one citizen who is practising his right of dissent, picket and protest. Had it been in Ethiopia, this man could be writing his own death warrant.
The chaotic Parliament

As I continued strolling around the city near Times Tower, a newspaper vendor asks me if I want the day’s paper. There is a pile of different newspapers at his feet and in his hand. I see the Daily Nation dated December 18, 2014. The headline grabs my attention: "Chaos in Parliament as MPs resume debate". A casual reading over some articles makes my mind whirl. It reads, “The MPs opposed to the Bill chanted and threw papers, disrupting the session…Disorder in Parliament as most members throng the floor of the House as debate on Security Bill goes on….Speaker orders Suba MP John Mbadi out of the House after water is sprinkled on Deputy Speaker Joyce Laboso and other clerks at the table… House moves to a committee of the whole House amid noise from opposition members.”



In my mind, a roaring Parliament is what I wish for my country Ethiopia. Unfortunately, what we have is a snoring Parliament. In my country, 99 per cent of Members of Parliament are from one party. Their main role is clapping whenever the legislative enacts a law or directive. They don’t care about the content or impact of the law on the people – like a sitcom audience they are paid to clap, have nap, and laugh.

Forget the physical confrontations (which are unnecessary). I ask myself, when is the last time Ethiopian Parliament had a heated debate? In Kenya, it looks like every law must be passed after some negotiations, and sometimes with a little scene of wrestling. The court is also independent so much so that it finally struck down eight clauses of the debated laws for being unconstitutional. In my country, the government is the court, the police, the prosecutor not forgetting the prison.
Spending hours in Nairobi and thinking about Ethiopia will makes my stomach churn.

How far is Kenya from Ethiopia?

On my way home, a man next to me is able to identify me by nationality, thanks to my bony face and my sun-burned skin. As we chat and giggle, he asks me, “I wonder how far Kenya is from Ethiopia!” I look back at the beautiful city of Nairobi and I whisper, ‘too far…”
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You over rate Nairobi you Kenyans
 
saadeque said:
One thing which makes me love my motherland Kenya is that we are really honest with our situation..We are not perfect but one thing for sure we are the best in almost everything in this region.we will critisize the g'vmnt whenever something is wrong,it doesnt matter what good they have done for us cz we expect them to deliver the best..Thats kenya.Some fools may try to discredit our achievements by bringing out the issue of kibera and mathare slums but you fail to realise one thing,that's part of us and we are not ashamed of it.Its one failure out of the very many achievements we have so far and nothing,nothing at all will ever bring down my motherland KENYA.
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We always try to make a bad situation better..... Achana na demonic pretenders who say they are peaceful and holly.... Yet skin deep it is a home to the biggest devil with the longest horn and tail
 
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HERE ONE NARATION FROM A NIGERIAN OF THE PEOPLE ABOUT THE BEAUTY OF NAIROBI -ENJOY
Back From Nairobi

A commentary by Valentine Obienyem, the Special Assistant to the Governor of Anambra State (in Nigeria).


ONE of the most profound pronouncements from a Nigerian Minister was the remarks by the Federal Minister of Education, Dr. Oby Ezekwesili. The Honourable Minister said that the Government would review the criteria for the award of honorary doctorate degrees by universities. The bastardisation of awards in Nigeria, which has also crept into the Ivory Towers, is worrisome to well meaning Nigerians.

Ideally, not everybody has the opportunity of pursuing education up to doctorate level, when you are certified as a true expert in your chosen field. However, some people with the requisite experience, even more experienced than academic doctors are conferred with honorary doctorates. We cannot quarrel if any University confers honorary doctorate on person like Chief Austin Ilodibe in transportation, because he is truly experienced even more than the books on transportation. What we quarrel with is placing cash values on the awards, thus honouring even little minds that stumbled into money and use it to buy their way without any form of experience. The key word is experience
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Talking about experience, the wise one says that education comes one fourth from schools, one fourth from experience, one fourth from the teacher and one fourth from travel. We gain much from these sources if we are positively disposed or confront them with open minds. A good example is the refrain of Nigeria being the giant of Africa. The notion of being a giant has made most Nigerians suffer delusions of grandeur, to believe that Nigeria is the first in terms of everything as far as African is concerned. You need the experience of travel to know whether this is true or false.

At the risk of sounding immodest, I have travelled widely within the sub-saharan Africa: Benin Republic, Togo, Ghana, Ivory Coast, Liberia, Sierra Leone, Guinea (Conakry), and Senegal. Abidjan and Accra are good cities in their own rights. But talking about places like Liberia, Freetown, Conakry, you talk about some primitive, uninspiring towns, where women still go about the towns in the happy ignorance of their unclothedness.

Recently, I had the opportunity of travelling to Kenya, Nairobi, with my Governor and boss, His Excellency, Mr. Peter Obi. Before Mr. Peter Obi became the Governor, he was the Chairman of Fidelity Bank and a Director in many other banks and companies. As a banker and a successful international business man, he moved around the world, from temperate to tropical zone from East to West and North to South attending one course or the other, one conference or seminar or the other.

However, since he became the Governor, he has not been travelling except strictly on official tours. He kept postponing the day he would visit his family in the UK, until the children became tired and had to come to Awka to see him. You may call this the demonstration of the fact that if the mountain cannot go to Muhammed, Muhammed will go to the mountain.

Recently, the Governor had a reason to travel to Kenya. Passionate about having Master plans for Awka, Onitsha and Nnewi, he had to travel to Nairobi to meet with the United Nation HABITAT and Shelter Afrique. Seeing the passion and the eagerness with which the Governor pursed this, the Organisation, as well as Shelter Afrique, promised to help him. Commending him, the under Secretary and Chief Executive of UN HABITAT, Dr. Anna Kajumulo Tibaijuka said that the Governor was a good example on true governace.

Typical of him, to save cost for the State, he travels, locally and internationally with a few people. Beyond saving cost, he always says that those in power find it difficult to relinquish power because they surround themselves with many aides that the prospect of surrendering power becomes frightful to them. Obi reminds me of Chief Chukwuemeka Chikelu, who, as Minister, would go to the counter at the Airport and do things for himself. Once I asked him why, and he said: "I do not want to live a borrowed life even as a Minister, so that any day if I cease being one, it will be easy to continue my normal life. In the case of Governor Obi, he usually tells us that being a Governor will not make him not to live his normal life.

Accept my apologies if I have digressed a bit. On the trip to Nairobi were the Governor and I. We flew Kenyan Airways, which is inscribed "The pride of Africa."


This at once aroused a sense of regret in me as a Nigerian. Is it not the place of former Nigeria's Airways that Kenyan Airways has taken? If not for mismanagement, what would have been of Nigerian Airways? At the time our Airways was functioning, was it not far bigger than Kenyan Airways in many respects? These are necessary questions.

At Nairobi, I saw what was beyond my imagination. Let me go straight to the verdict: Nairobi is far better than any Nigerian city you can possibly think of, including Abuja. Once at the Airport, you are bound to admire the order pervading the entire place. Though not as busy as Muritala Muhammed International Airport, it is better organized. In fact, some people told me, unverified, that the airport was built at the cost of Twenty-Five Million Naira (equivalent); while our own was at the cost of over Two Hundred Million Naira. But the two are big as to relatively cost the same.

Driving from the Airport to the town was a pleasant one. I took time looking at the street lights, and behold not even one bulb was not lit. Straight, we drove to Nairobi Serena Hotel. In fact, when we got there, because it was night, I could not really compare Nairobi and Abuja in terms of aesthetics. But when it was down, I saw Nairobi in its unclothedness.

Being an old city, Nairobi roads are not so wide. However, unlike our own disordered cities, Nairobi is clothed with flowers and the buildings are superior to most that we find in Nigeria. The transport companies, especially the ubiquitious Citi Hopper are far better that intra-city buses in Nigeria. Foreigners enter it with ease, no standing, no careless driving.

Working with Governor Obi is business not pleasure, he makes sure you add enough value to the trip to justify your travelling with him. Though as we were about to land at the airport, some places of interest such as Giraffe Park, Animal Orphanage, Nairobi National Musseum,etc were announced, but we did not go to Nairobi for a picnic, not with my Governor, but for business. On our return, as we touch down Nigerian soil, Kenyan Airways did not announce any place of interest in Nigeria. This is instructive.
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However, in the spirit of adventure, I still managed to look out. Close to the beautiful Serena hotel is the Uhuru Park, a spacious park for recreation. If it were in Nigeria, corner shops would have taken its place. But in Nairobi, it is well maintained, and I understand such parks are all over the place. As you move along Nairobi streets you see public conveniences, neat and properly maintained. It will certainly be a source of revenue. In fact, it made me remember a king who built urinals around his kingdom, his son protested on why trying to make money from such a dirty place. When the money came, he took some close to his nose and asked: "Do they smell of urine?"

Nairobi is amazingly clean, especially when juxtaposed with Abuja. Without Okada plying the streets, you will not even see a single sheet of paper or pure water nylons on the ground. No wonder the city attracts foreigners. At Serena hotel, 98% of the guests are foreigners. You are therefore left to imagine how much the country makes on tourism. One Nigerian there said that what oil was to Nigeria was what tourism was to Kenya.

I had the opportunity of visiting University of Nairobi. Right inside the city, it is a reflection of the entire city: neat, organized and exuding scholarship. In my venturesome way, I interacted with some of the students and was not disappointed.

Nairobi has good hospitals, good schools and good weather. Though Nigerians seem well-to-do, but Nairobi is more of a human society than our disordered country controlled by bedlam.

Two days in Nairobi was a pleasant experience. As we touch down at Murtala Mohammed Airport, I was nostalgic about Kenya. A city where I did not witness police taking bribes openly, dry taps, power interruption. A city where right-hand driving is still in vogue. At our airport, we had to wait for some minutes for the generator to be put on, because the conveyor belt stopped when NEPA interrupted power. Regrettably, this was a reminding welcome to Nigeria, the land where,
 
Depay said:
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THIS IS CALLED ENVY AND SATANISM IN A FEW WORDS. THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYTHING GOOD FROM A NEIGHBOUR.
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tanzanians are soo envious of kenyans...they badly want our title in EA
 
Jay456watt said:
SO NEAR YET SO FAR: Nairobi skyline. 'Compared to Nairobi, my Addis Ababa is a failed blueprint. The beautiful buildings, the clean road, the big malls, the green parks and swarms of cars demonstrate Nairobi’s great success. Nairobi is like a beautiful lady in a fashionable dress, while Addis is a midget in a towel.'
Sometime back in December last year, I visited the Nairobi Central Business District. Walking down the streets of Nairobi was a unique experience for me as an exiled journalist from Ethiopia. You see, I am now like the Greek philosopher – Diogenes of Sinope – for I have no home.

My fate is to sleep or eat wherever I find vacant and safe. It looks like the fate of someone who yearns for a glimpse of freedom. Compared to Nairobi, my Addis Ababa is a failed blueprint.

The beautiful buildings, the clean road, the big malls, the green parks and swarms of cars demonstrate Nairobi’s great success. Nairobi is like a beautiful lady in a fashionable dress, while Addis is a midget in a towel.

But I am not a layman. I am a patriotic writer who loves his own country. At least I should hide my emotions. The mesmerising scenery shall not make me complain about my country. I know I am feeling a bit jealous but I manage to cool it by murmuring, “had we been in the hand of a colonial power for some time…”

Yes, this works for some time. But once again what I am looking at engulfs my emotion. Even though I struggle not to appreciate what is before my eyes, what I was to see next made me to curse myself, my government and a bit of my country.



The man with the megaphone

Harambee House is a building where His Excellency President Uhuru Kenyatta spends his days working. Unlike our Prime Minister’s office, this compound is guarded by a few men. You are not required to bow your head when you pass by.

In front of Harambee House, I find a young man with a megaphone yelling some words. Even though he is speaking Kiswahili, I can easily tell he is in vehement anger and rage. Suddenly I hear an English phrase between his Kiswahili that leaves me jaw-dropped. “You Mr President should resign from your place! You are doing nothing! Shame on you! Shame on you!’’ I can’t believe it. This young man is protesting his President, and no one is trying to stop him. Even the guards are chatting with each other as if there is nothing going on.

Can you imagine if this young man dared to say such words in front of the Ethiopian prime minister’s office? It is hard to guess what would have happened. Before he utters a single word, he will find himself on the ground blood-soaked. But in Kenya, I witnessed a young man who is asking his President to step down, and no one is stopping him from doing so. Any Kenyan passing by does not automatically assume that this person is mad. For them, he is one citizen who is practising his right of dissent, picket and protest. Had it been in Ethiopia, this man could be writing his own death warrant.
The chaotic Parliament

As I continued strolling around the city near Times Tower, a newspaper vendor asks me if I want the day’s paper. There is a pile of different newspapers at his feet and in his hand. I see the Daily Nation dated December 18, 2014. The headline grabs my attention: "Chaos in Parliament as MPs resume debate". A casual reading over some articles makes my mind whirl. It reads, “The MPs opposed to the Bill chanted and threw papers, disrupting the session…Disorder in Parliament as most members throng the floor of the House as debate on Security Bill goes on….Speaker orders Suba MP John Mbadi out of the House after water is sprinkled on Deputy Speaker Joyce Laboso and other clerks at the table… House moves to a committee of the whole House amid noise from opposition members.”



In my mind, a roaring Parliament is what I wish for my country Ethiopia. Unfortunately, what we have is a snoring Parliament. In my country, 99 per cent of Members of Parliament are from one party. Their main role is clapping whenever the legislative enacts a law or directive. They don’t care about the content or impact of the law on the people – like a sitcom audience they are paid to clap, have nap, and laugh.

Forget the physical confrontations (which are unnecessary). I ask myself, when is the last time Ethiopian Parliament had a heated debate? In Kenya, it looks like every law must be passed after some negotiations, and sometimes with a little scene of wrestling. The court is also independent so much so that it finally struck down eight clauses of the debated laws for being unconstitutional. In my country, the government is the court, the police, the prosecutor not forgetting the prison.
Spending hours in Nairobi and thinking about Ethiopia will makes my stomach churn.

How far is Kenya from Ethiopia?

On my way home, a man next to me is able to identify me by nationality, thanks to my bony face and my sun-burned skin. As we chat and giggle, he asks me, “I wonder how far Kenya is from Ethiopia!” I look back at the beautiful city of Nairobi and I whisper, ‘too far…”
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Sawa tuambie na Kakakamega au Kisumu!
 
Barbarosa said:
Sawa tuambie na Kakakamega au Kisumu!
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sasa wewe...neither your number one city nor your number two can comapare with ours...and before you forget,the same applies to number 3,4,5,6.....
 
saadeque said:
sasa wewe...neither your number one city nor your number two can comapare with ours...and before you forget,the same applies to number 3,4,5,6.....
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kwao ni dar tu...every other town is a village...na dar ata si nusu ya nairobi
 
saadeque said:
sasa wewe...neither your number one city nor your number two can comapare with ours...and before you forget,the same applies to number 3,4,5,6.....
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Nairobi imejengwa na white man, ni whiteman's city, leta Miji ya Wakenya kama Kisumu, Kakakamega&Co.!!
 
Barbarosa said:
Nairobi imejengwa na white man, ni whiteman's city, leta Miji ya Wakenya kama Kisumu, Kakakamega&Co.!!
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hehee....thats what you guys always say when you dont have any valid arguments.So unataka kusema Nairobi ya saii ni ile ile iliyokua 1963?
 
saadeque said:
hehee....thats what you guys always say when you dont have any valid arguments.So unataka kusema Nairobi ya saii ni ile ile iliyokua 1963?
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Ndiyo, hakuna kilichobadilika Nairobi ilikuwa planned and built by a white man!
 
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