DELLicious

Anyone remembers Irene’s old (refurbished) DELL Latitude C600 (750 MHz, 256 MB RAM, 20 GB HDD, 14,1″ TFT) laptop/notebook ?

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Well, one day it fell down and the hinge + cover broke at the right side – a problem a lot of notebooks have as parts like the hinges, their covers and the TFT display often brake on notebooks. As a consequence of this, spare parts for such problems are available on Ebay & Co. but require a little investment in terms of at least US-$ 30 and if the battery is also run down, it doesn’t make sense to invest more money in an older machine. In case you have no other (stationary) use for such an inmobile computer (print/file server, router, etc.), it is wiser to sell it as a broken item for those guys who are willing to refurbish it again or use the remaining parts to repair other notebooks.

Since Irene didn’t have any proper use for it, and since she didn’t have the time to sell it locally, she gave it to her mother who took it back to Kenya and from there I picked it up and took it with me to Germany. Imagine this notebook has travelled many many miles just to be repaired!

Hinges for DELL notebooks are expensive – I followed some auctions on Ebay and realized that I’d be too greedy to invest something like EUR 30,- ++ for a (2nd hand!!) hinge – a part which consists of poor aluminium and isn’t that big. The jua kali spirit in me suggested something different…

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While chatting with Hash last night, I realized I could use a TUSKER bottle cap to repair that hinge.

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The bottle cap of course proved to be too small – although I have to admit I was dying to see a TUSKER item being used for the reparation of the broken hinge. Well, maybe next time.

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The next piece of (ma)bati I sighted in the kitchen was an old cookie box – for some ppl that’s just rubbish but for me it equals a source of clean, thin sheet metal that I could use for the repair.

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I cut out the desired size, double-layered it (to improve stability)….

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…and used flat pliers to mold it around the remaining parts of the hinge.

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After some small adjustments, the “new” hinge just fit in perfectly well:

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Two screws and some glue add to the stability…

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It isn’t THAT strong of course, but compared to what it looked like before, it just works and that’s all I wanted to achieve.

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DELL Latitude C600 + Kubuntu. Perfect!

Now, anyone in need of a refurbished notebook? :-)

Nairobi lowdown

“The best of the City in the Sun” as promised by a (relatively) new blog: Nairobi Lowdown. This might also be of interest to those Kenyans in exile (“Exilkenianer”, as my friend Turbodave calls them) who always wanted to know WHAT exactly they are missing out in terms of interesting events/locations in our good old Nairobi.
Check out this cooooool video of a bubudiu-man trying to catch a lift from a Matatu while ROLLERBLADING on the streets of Nbo…ati? Roller Blades in Kenya? S T Y L E!

Btw, I think it’s about time to promote websites like ArtMatters.Info who are trying to cover some cultural events in EA. There’s still so much potential in NBO, so many interesting details that one could blog about – stuff that IS interesting and could also help to show a different image of the country (despite of the tourism industry, the marathon athletes, the media coverage of famines & raids on newspaper publishers, etc.)…
How about an open blog for cultural events in Nairobi? How about a blog that compares the lifestyles of Nairobi ppl with those from upcountry/shaggz?

AOB: Letta Mbulu “Zimkile” – a song that makes me think of Mshairi & Sokari – enjoy! :-)

material culture?

What is wealth? A 2000W stereo system? A TV + VCR set? A new car?

Today I was informed of just another Harambee somewhere in Kenya where influential Kenyans donated money and goods such as a brand-new TV set to a community project.

Material objects must always be seen in context with the humans who created and used them. It is only possible to recognize and evaluate material culture in connection with human thought and behavior. The material world depends on the immaterial one, and vice versa. Neither sphere can exist without the other.
(JARITZ, emotions and material culture, Austrian Academy of Science and Press, 2003)

Ah, ok. Sorry for being so misinformed, I forgot to appreciate the materialism as lived by many ppl around the world. Just like the pastoral people, whose wealth is measured by their cattle, today’s wealth is still measured by the goods you own and money you are able to share with others?
Just as much as I appreciate the Harambee culture, where funds are collected for an individual by a group of (wealthy) donators, I still have problems to understand WHERE all these amounts come from. Or in other words: since ppl are supposed to donate once they are rich, this obligation also works as an excuse for their accumulation of wealth? A justification for their partly corrupt business strategies?

The day I returned from Kenya, a huge supermarket for electronics opened here in GermOney and ppl where literally storming its premises. Waiting in front of that shop as early as 6 am just to strike a good deal. A new tv set, a new digital vcr, a new notebook etc…ppl consume these goods in a way they also buy their food: on an almost daily basis, as if there’s nothing else one could do with the money. The money? Oh, I thought we are having some sort of recession here, a period of time where ppl would rather stick to their hard earned cash instead of spending it on goods. Hmm…

Wealth for me is having the time to communicate with various friends around the world, reading the newspaper, enjoying a sunday afternoon at home doing nothing important and enjoying life without being forced to spend a lot of money (that I don’t have anyways, but that’s another story..). Even my old car, an ’89 Volkswagen Golf, whose “death” I’ve already considered due last summer, still runs fine and was a blessing to drive after these 3 weeks of bumpy roads in Nairobi. All that leg room compared to the small Suzuki Jimny (hey, I am 6,3) and smooth acceleration – hayyiiiiaaaa….I am truly blessed.

Which of course reminds me of those unfortunate ones who do NOT have Kshs. 3m to share with others. Oh, anyone remembers this story of an MP who accidently “lost” his bag containing Kshs. 1m on a flight? What’s the official income of a Kenyan MP again? Is that still a diet or rather a fat meal?

We keep on blaming our politicians and business tycoons for their greedy behaviour and at the same time, I think, we also forget that this accumulation of wealth has always been considered the main indicator of success and public acceptance. Corruption isn’t a Kenyan phenomenon only – it is everywhere in the world, and pointing the finger on those involved isn’t a solution. Instead, I think, it could help to rethink our values and what else there is to satisfy our short-termed desires.

A new TV set, though, won’t feed 100 hungry children in an orphanage. A donation like this one clearly indicates the insensivitivy with which many ppl tend to ignore the basic issues of the poor and how detached the donators are from the rest of the society. In their understanding, their emotional context, the item of course makes perfectly sense.

another view…

Part 2 of Saturday saw us doing it the Nairobi way by switching from the dirt of Waruku to the beautiful view(s) behind Karen – in particular the area next to that KBC transmitter station somewhere on the way to Ngong.sat1.jpg
That’s for you, dear Oscar & Zora! :-)

It was already late in the afternoon and we were hungry so our stomaches forced us to cancel any further Kitengela-related plans but instead proposed an improvised and spontaneous picnic at the road-side.
Ok, this is Kenya, there’s no picnic possiboooool as most plots belong to someone, so we ended up driving up to Ngong where we received the message by telephone that some strange Telekom Kenya guys had come to our place in Kigwaru during the day (which is in the north-west of Nairobi) to erect a telephone post (good) and in the process of that hacked the 2 month old water pipe into pieces (bad). Instead of returning home, though, we continued our crazy idea of enjoying our food somewhere in nature and consequently had us driving up Ngong Hills as late as 5.45 pm to reach the gates on top already closed (we met the rangers half way through and continued anyways).

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The picnic included some roasted maize from the the road side as well as the unevitaboooool Lucozade Boost which btw still tastes the same as it did “back in those days”.

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I tend to think that being able to do such excursions (time, money, transport, etc.) is pure luxury that needs to be enjoyed whenever possible.
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I could just sit there all day long and enjoy the beauty of the view…..

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Githingithia

Plans for saturday* actually included a visit @ Nani in Kitengela and taking a refreshing bath @ Maasai Lodge, but things turned out completly different. And better.

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Waruku (~ New Muthangari), Nairobi, Kenya
I’m leaving on Wednesday and I still wanted to meet my old friend Stephen Kamau wa Gitau who has spent the last 30 years living in Waruku – that area between Kangemi and Muthangari (police station) in Nairobi.

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Welcome to Waruku, home of Nairobi River! Imagine I used to catch crabs here while growing up in this neighbourhood…aterere…

As a matter of fact, i recently blogged about him as I was googling for “Waruku” and came across a story in the DN about his son who’d been taken away (and shot?) by the police for no specific reason. The story also featured a pic of him – so I knew they were talking of him. Meeting him on my 3 weeks stay in Kenya immediately became a mandatory task.

The idea was to track him down in Waruku by asking people from places he’d most likely visit: the local bar/pub. Which I did.

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I described him to one of the barkeepers (“old man, big belly, funny – Kirima-1970s-hairstyle”, full name) and soon got the desired answer that Kamau actually lives near by.

We hadn’t seen each other for ten yeas and I often wondered what he’d be up to these days.

Someone from the bar showed us the way and when I saw him standing there in the crowd that curiously followed the work of ONE man in a Caterpillar (digging up the road), I just couldn’t believe that he actually lives at the very same spot I assumed him to be during all those years.

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Kamau, who’s nicknamed Githingithia (earthquake) due to that Githingithia song he often played, now owns a small duka in the middle of Waruku – some 30m away from Nairobi River. Business isn’t that good, but he somehow managed to survive and considering that he never learned how to read or write, he’s still doing fine with his ~66 years and has remained the same person during all these years: a strong, independent survivor who knows how to feed 15 children and to remain very popular among his neighbours.

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Stephen Kamau “Githingithia” wa Gitau in front of his duka
Meeting Kamau “Githingithia” after all these years really made me very happy and I promised to arrange some sort of Harambee for him among those ppl he’s been working for before.

And the best thing: I have the contact details of his most favourite joint – so whenever I feel like getting in contact with him, I can just send a short message or even “assist” him in one way or another as I consider him part of my extended family…

NB: Mama Daktarimbili, the Lady who runs that Medical Office in Waruku next to the bar and who openly fights with those drunkards whose wifes are her beaten-up customers, put this sign on the bench for her customers. She told me that the Somali refugees, who seek assistance at this Somali branch in Waruku every day, normally occupy and vandalise it, so she was forced to teach them a lesson in her own style….

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With women like her (yes, that’s her arm :-), I know what Madaraka really means and what kind of daily struggles Kenyans take upon them since Independence…
(*= I wrote this on Sunday, 28th May while staying in NBO…)

blogged roads…

Lieber Björn Harste,

da standen wir heute wohl zusammen im gleichen Stau….

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__-BH 2 // shopblogger.de — Shopblogger runs a supermarket and blogs
about all those small details of the day….think of Uchumi Nakumatt
+ blog about it and you get the idea…


Björn’s a.k.a. Shopblogger.de‘s Volvo as seen in today’s major traffic jam in Bremen, Germany. I haven’t even been back for 24hrs from Nairobi but those traffic jams still haunt me like those “yesss, my friend, taxi?”-offers all Wazungu(s) receive while walking through Nairobi… LOL

Haiiiyyyaaaa…I am back in rainy Europe and still have lots off (Kenya-related) blog material that I prepared offline and couldn’t post so far. Will do so during the next few days, though.

@Ntwiga: As for those Kiuk stickers, we went to Nairobi City Market and tried to organize them but the only guy that used to have them on stock told us that “a Kenyan from the US came and bought them all”. Our dear Kenyans in the US….there you go…
On the other hand, there’s this guy who produces them somewhere behind River Road and apparently needs some sweet talking, a few beers and some bubudiu to get into his creative mood. Rumours have it that someone was sent to collect 30 different stickers for purchase asap they are ready so there *might* be a positive feedback on this…Clearly, a matter of bubudiu and just as uncertain as the exact number of MPs that will switch parties before next general elections.

P.S.: Should I also stick a hint to kikuyumoja.de on the back of my car? :-)