Kenya is an interestingly oxymoronic country. Our brightest political minds will never hear their footsteps echo down the halls of parliament. Our greatest athletes will never don the jerseys and cleats or step on the fields and arenas to represent us. Our brightest minds went abroad to mint money off their wit and even after being proven brilliant, we still don’t fight to get them back. And it’s even worse for the right-brained crowd. Our most creative are the equivalent of underground rappers; a tightknit community of freelancing jobless geniuses who either struggle to survive, give up their dream or dish out gold for free online, hoping someone sees their worth…in a country where only 8.6% of the population have access to the internet. Point blank, you have to hustle or subscribe. This is a nation notorious for denying people without nepotist access or ass kissing lips, the opportunity to ever amount to anything.
The same goes for the large majority of the continent. For this reason, I strongly applaud open-mic sessions and the concept behind things like Project Fame. What’s better than giving people a chance to be heard? It’s not just philanthropic, it restores balance to an otherwise corrupted system…if done correctly.
What Tusker Project Fame is doing however, makes my insides gargle sick. Continue reading