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We at An Actor Develops Studio are extremely excited about the next forum and workshop to take place this weekend- from the 6th to the 8th of May, 2016. I really don’t know how this idea first came about but it was definitely propelled by the feedback I got from the articles on this blog. I discovered that actors are willing to sharpen their craft, network and hope to leave this sector better than it was when they found it. Most actors can attest to the struggle to ‘join the club’. Up to the early 2000’s when I joined, it was not easy to have opportunities to work as a professional actor. Back then TV actors were gods (not that there was much happening on TV), theatre was still where the magic happened but the most available ones were set book plays. So do not get tired of listening to all this ‘old’ actors talk about how they started with doing set book plays.

It is therefore a delight to see presently that actors have more more choices of where to start from. I have met a few well known TV faces who confess to me that they have actually never been on stage even though they wish to. I believe different groups, companies and individuals have demystified the profession of acting and encouraged newbies to be optimistic about getting work. The growing demand by Kenyans to consume their own  media products has also enabled  TV stations to outsource more material from local producers hence create more work for actors. However these opportunities are still not enough to declare this an industry. Actors also feel locked –up in the rat-race instead of pursuing artistically gratifying projects.

It is therefore important that you as an actor contribute to the development of this sector. The era of assuming it is okay to let someone else fight for your battles is coming to an end. When you understand your contribution in the society and know your worth, you become more confident to demand for  better treatment.

An Actor Develops Studio promotes an informal environment where actors meet as peers and challenge as well as motivate each other. This  Friday forum is going to be fun simply because  the presenters are known to be of hearty personalities. Gerald Langiri (who stopped food jokes by the way) is witty and always knows how to break it down and make one feel appreciated. John Karanja has been a producer from zile ma days za Waridi and is extremely passionate about film. Melvin Alusa is stylish, intriguing and always brings the house down. Of course we will have zile typical wasanii arguments that I’m not going to even touch on this blog.

Still we are glad to see so much support from fellow actors who have either applied  for the workshops or promised to attend the forum. It makes a clear statement that we are ready to take charge of our destiny. So how about you turn up with your ideas, or just a listening ear and let’s help each other figure out this ‘thing’?

I’ll leave you  with copies  of two out of   forty feedback comments that were given to us by participants after the  previous event. See you on Friday!

“This was my workshop and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. The topic on character development was an ideal area to begin.I know I am work in progress and I know I have left with items or point that I will apply to my work . More group work would have been useful.” – Muthoni Gathaecha

“ Felt at home with all the talented actors in attendance. Learnt alone in the three days that would have probably taken me  five years to learn on my own. Hopefully if we have another workshop we could use mentor-ship from legendary actors like Ken Ambani” – Damaris Kaeche.



Simiyu BarasaSimiyu Barasa is not only a celebrated contemporary director and trail blazing indie, he is also a culture/identity activist. An analysis of his work reveal an advocate of creative approach on the discourse of  the Kenyan identity and self-appreciation.

One can therefore only imagine how long this perpetual issue of Nollywood-idolization boiled in his heart before he spat it out and the whole acting fraternity made a lurch. He did not mince his words on his Facebook post. Discussion was still on going by the time I left to think deeply about it.

Below is a copy of his admonition.

F Simiyu Barasa: Something is terribly wrong. A Nigerian actor has journalists chasing after them from the minute they land at JKIA while ours remain ignored. It is not right when our home stars have to beg for coverage while some not so impressive foreigner is over hyped. So bad is this that local actors themselves fawn over them. Taking selfies to social- media-prove to us that they too are big. You can’t be big if your self-worth is measured by another’s presence. Have some self-confidence and dignity. Taking selfies with a star doesn’t mean you are one, we know the suffering you go through here. Grow some dignity get your local game sorted and aim international so that when Naija actors land in Nairobi they are the ones ASKING to take selfies with you. Right, our media neglects you. But learn from Vera Sidika about branding and visibility. She is a masters level study on hard work to market her brand, whether you like her work or not. And yes, she is probably the only Kenyan who lands in Murtallah Mohammed airport and Lagos media runs to cover her. The few actors who get to media are few and far between, in fact last I saw was Nyasuguta on citizen nipashe. Apana! This country too has actors that can be covered every week. Personally the rare selfies I post are 95% Kenyan actors kenyan artistes coz tuji support more. like Kalamashaka said in ‘punchlines Kibao’ doggy za mtaa ingine hazieji kuja kojoa hapa…’ lazima pia sisi tuwafunge mabao tumeji-armie na ma punchlines kibao…(*Hounds from a different neighbourhood are not invited to take a pis in our hood . We too must score goals…we are armed with punchlines.) ..this is the country that gave us Maumau. Where did this independent, self-love, dignified spirit dwindle?

It is a common assumption that Kenyan media rarely considers its own talents worthy of celebrity status. Artists complain that one rarely gets coverage until he has either made news or won an award abroad. So much so that serious artists even include touring abroad as strategy to make news back home. This plan may work but most of the time it doesn’t.

I remember a while back when we were invited as a theatre group to represent Africa in a huge festival in India.  We asked TV stations to cover this story. Only one station replied. There was a catch though. For them to cover our story we had to pay air tickets for their journalists and pay for their food and accommodation in India. Keep in mind that this was going to be the first time boarding a plane for most of the cast members. In India we were instant celebrities. Our stage play was on prime time news, in all newspapers and by the time we were leaving, our faces were familiar in the Indian streets. Back in Kenya and we were nobodies, shoving through over- loaded matatus.

This experience gave me a tough lesson early in my career: For an actor, curtains will always fall, no matter how long your time on stage is.

Yet the question still remains. Who is responsible for our recognition and appreciation? The media as a business only sells what they believe will be bought. I however believe that Kenyan media has to play a larger role as this is an egg and chiken situation: We can’t be famous if people don’t watch enough of us on teli and people don’t want to watch us because we are not famous… yet again Nollywood was introduced to our people less than five years ago by the same media and quality was not an issue. We deserve the same opportunity.

Having said that, I believe actors must begin by appreciating themselves first. We must remember the now retired actors that once ruled the screens long before current stars like Jalang’o and Lydia Gitachu.

I will never forget one rainy morning, I saw an old man sitting at the back of a pick-up truck, his grey kangol hat shielding his soft head from the drizzle. A few people on the street cheered him. The tired man immediately wore a smile and waved back. I soon realized it was ‘Mzee Ojwang’. Many questions about this incident ran through my- mind including whether the driver was kind enough to give him a lift or mean to let our dad…one of the greatest Kenyan comedians ever – sit at the back of a pick – up truck in rainy weather.

The nucleus of the problem as Simiyu has pointed out is not the media or the people but we. During An Actor Develops Studio –forum that we facilitated a few weeks ago, I promoted the discussion on being called a celebrity. Most actors, I realized, still felt that being a celebrity is equal to being a famous spoilt brat. This is not necessarily true. As an actor you are an artist, entertainer as well as a leader. Many People will love and celebrate your work hence make you a celebrity and a role model. Quit the false humility and give a thank you back to your fans with humble dignity.

I say this because the problem of admiring other people more than ourselves begin by us not appreciating ourselves enough. We do not fight for each other enough and –to be honest- we only have each other’s back during funerals or medical needs. This is fine but we can do so much more. You can talk about your friend’s show until everyone in your timeline considers him/her a star. He or she ought to reciprocate. How about attending Kenyan cinema and theatre? Do not let quality be an excuse, I’d rather you go watch and afterwards complain to the producers, directors and cast. If they are wise they will accept your feedback and improve.

History has proven that victory is rarely given. You must demand what you believe in and what is rightfully yours. It seems clear to me that Kenyan actors have approached the gate of honor, recognition, financial freedom and appreciation. But alas it is locked! So you either bang hard until its open, knock it down if they refuse to answer or walk back and let the next generation start all over  again.




On the night of 12th March 2016


Actor Gerald Langiri deals with press -two at a time – on the red carpet.

I let the lingering Chris Rock’s monologue twirl through my mind as I headed to the National Museum to catch a performance. I walked towards the Louis Leakey auditorium praying that I wasn’t so late as to miss the beginning of the show. How I hate that! Introverted voices from within had to hush as I used more focus on finding parking; but not before reciting Chris Rock’s most profound statement at the 2016 0scar awards: “…Well here’s the real question. The real question everybody wants to know in the world is: Is Hollywood racist? You know. You gotta go at that at the right way. Is it burning-cross racist? No. Is it “Fetch me some lemonade” racist? No! It’s a different type of racist…” I wondered how it would be received by our Kenyan acting fraternity and other stakeholders if an actor stood on an awards podium and instead of kupaka mafuta (oiling egos) get close and candid on matters that make actors not sit easy?


Appie Matere, a prolific mainstream producer was present.


Familiar faces of actors greeted me outside the white tent. I’m always excited to see friends so I hardly noticed the red carpet and the screen projector set on the left hand side of the building. Soon my paranoia kicked in and I began to wonder why poetry show set-up would be decorated in this manner, with the voices of charming MC’s coming from the loud speakers? I also wondered if this is the kind of crowd that comes to a poetry reading? Not really – and especially not when everyone is dressed in pristine black and grey dinner suits only worn by actors when they are attending…damn! How could I have mixed up the dates?

After I realized what was happening, I began to take in the glamour and glitter attributed to a ceremony of this caliber. A table at the beginning of the alley way was occupied by black occasion dresses, speaking pleasantly to the guests and ushering them inside. The long red carpet diligently led to a photo section where momentarily important film practitioners were greeted by two chatty and welcoming MC’s, whose voices I had noticed earlier on, and a crowd of camera men quite eager to take their pictures. These things make actors feel good and appreciated. So, I loaded my camera and put it in front of my eyes. Through its lens I saw buoyantly posing actors whose hearts were enthralled and grateful that someone had prepared a prestigious event in their honor.


From left: Actor/producer Kamau Wandungu , Actor/producer Naomi Kamau and producer Gathoni Kimuyu.

As I took a back seat and watched the event proceed, I wondered what was different this year at the Riverwood Academy Awards? First it goes without saying that the choice of venue helped to create an air of prestige. The Louis Leakey auditorium at the National Museum had enough space outside to set up additional facilities like the catering sector, extra tents, and a projector meant to assist with the over flow of attendees. Inside, the auditorium was classy and glamorously decorated with lots of ambience and a spacious stage.

Apart from the venue, there was a genuine interest in the actors by the organizers. The ushers must be given a ‘thumbs up’ as they appeared organized and simply happy to be there. I wasn’t even invited and yet the organizers treated me with appreciation and respect as an actor. I couldn’t help but imagine how much the nominees were being pampered.

A significant aspect of the awards was the presence of professional actors amongst them celebrities. The Riverwood Awards organizers seemed to realize that the industry could expedite its growth process by embracing the mainstream sector and therefore transform its image from this downtown tribal-homemade video business to a business where many more Kenyans appreciate and consume homegrown film products.


Power-pose: Actors Joe Kinyua and Muthoni Thiong’o

I entertained the idea that just like an influential group of black American actors had protested to Hollywood, our own actors might have aired their views to Riverwood for these positive changes to be made. Perhaps the organizers inherently saw the need for this improvement after self-assessment and only harkened to sporadic feedback from actors.

All in all It makes me confident to disclose my reservation as I am hopeful that the Riverwood Ensemble might have taken notice too, so here we go: I was a bit disappointed –partly with myself- that I had not watched any of the films that had been nominated. Not one. I received messages from a few actors who were nominated asking me to vote for them. I could not do it simply because I had not watched any. I know it is not upon the ensemble in to ensure film distribution in its entirety but it is only fair that the nominated films are shown to the public or at least the fraternity. I propose that next time they have a showcasing week end right after announcing the nominations.

By that virtue I don’t feel qualified to announce the winner. You can find the list of awardees at

The Riverwood Academy Awards may have a long way to go but this ceremony proved that there is an audience and a market that appreciate Kenyan products and encourage actors to keep up their struggle for success.

On the other hand, the #Oscarssowhite ‘campaign’ which culminated in a racism-themed monologue by Chris Rock, also gave us important lessons in bravery, artists’ advocacy and oneness of voice. Black actors in America have made huge strides ever since they were allowed into the mainstream stage. Their success does not inhibit them to continue demanding for a fair playing ground in the American film and TV industry.


Kibanda Pictures cast and crew had a reason to smile – Best Director, short film, actress, supporting actress.Martin Githinji,David Kariuki,Brian Elvis Muchara, May Wairimu.

What of us who only demand dignified treatment during awards… who only want at least sixty percent local content from international and local broadcasters…who want a structured welfare package? What of us who are determined to see the success of Kenyan theatre and film as a self-sustainable cultural element of our beloved nation?


nice vintage

If The Kenya National Theatre is the home for thespians in Nairobi, then the Alliance Francaise is their pub. A joint in which you will assuredly ‘bump’ into the artist you have been looking for. All you need is the right timing. Some like coming here at midday when they can be freely idle, jam or katiana until one day they manage to convince the management that they are indeed serious artists and deserve a free space, the Sauti Sol- ish kind of artists. Some also come in the evening to catch the latest plays or concerts as they have a beverage and flash their afro-centric fashion. The other group comes in the evening, walk-racing to go upstairs and try to begin rehearsals on time. This group is considered the ‘hustler’ type. Mostly familiar faces on film and TV yet with a strong desire to maintain their theatre connections.

It’s in this last group that I was sure to find Nice Githinji. Pinning her down had proved to be even more difficult than I had thought. Talking to Nice on the phone or in person leaves one with an “it’s done” mentality. However the girl is in demand and even making time for an old buddy doesn’t seem to work within her time schedule.

I look around me and ponder on the architecture of this building. I frown at the carton –box like designed building that hosts the busiest theatre in Nairobi. I wonder loudly why the architect saw the need of wrapping the building with railings painted in the same beige and grey colours as the building?

I’m unable to draw a conclusion as my thoughts are interrupted by the ever-present Nice. I could hear her small yet assertive voice as she explains something to her pal. She knows what I’m here for so she apologizes for not being able to answer the questions I had sent her as we hug. She then apologizes a second time as she is running late for a rehearsal. It’s her professional debut as a theatre director and what better place to begin from than the FCA, one of the most popular theatre groups in Nairobi. So if you want to see a ‘Nice’ version of The Diplomat’s Wife, go to Alliance Francaise on 25th -28th February 2016. I agree to wait for her so I watch her pass through security before I head to a new restaurant nearby that someone had encouraged me to check out.

Nice’s appearance stays with me for a while. Her glossy creamy and free dress enhanced her bubbly intelligent nature. She is the kind of person who can talk about world politics, romance, theatre and her family all at once. Don’t ask me how she does it. I recall an encounter with her, about six years ago. I hadn’t seen her for a while and when we bumped into each other I exclaimed,

“You’ve lost weight.”

Nice replied by reprimanding me for not being honest with her when she had added weight. This time I was glad she had maintained her slim curvaceous figure but I wasn’t going to  bring it up.  Nice is an objective free thinker and you can never truly guess how she would reply.

The change to our industry that she had promised to speak to me about was concerningNice makutano her victorious fight in convincing most theatre houses in Nairobi to subsidize tickets for actors so that the guild can encourage members to support one another by going to watch each other’s performances. I was also going to try and sneak a mini-interview.

I caught up with her again outside the Alliance Francaise. By now the new crescent like moon could be seen on the right side of the sky. People however ignored this enchanting enigma and continued as if it was just another street light in town. Many went in to catch a play as Nice and her friends came out. I said a quick Hi to the cast members I knew. Of course ‘quick’ is never quick enough. You have to hug the girls tightly, comment on their appearance in a charming manner and throw in a quick gossip over some event a few nights back with the boys.

I walk with Nice who looks as fresh as she had just woken up even after a grueling rehearsal. I was feeling tired and idle so to avoid feeling guilty about my appearance, I break the Ice by stating under a yawn,

“Nice name,” I try to smile smartly.“ I know right? I honestly have no idea why they called me Nice. I like to assume when they looked into my eyes they saw all the nice things that could happen in one’s life when you let life happen.”

Interesting philosophy, I think to myself. But I remember Nice Githinji as opinionated and always exploring the nature of the world. I’m tempted to invite her back to the restaurant I had tried out but there was nothing really to go back to. After all there is something about the small crescent new moon and talking to this lady whose lips volunteer a smile as quickly as they volunteer to tighten up, I offer her a take away coffee and a muffin as we sit on a metal bench right after the alleyway that connects Alliance Francaise to Koinange Street.

“Tell me about your love for photos and joy of posting on line…?” I ask her as I observe the gradual appearance of tiny stars in the night sky.

“Oh my word! I love photos. I love taking them. The posting part is not always so muchnice paint fun because I’m not exactly active on social media like whatsapp. I’m more of an observer unless something makes me feel ‘sum typa way.’ That said I like posting pictures when I want to. I have moments when I feel I have to because my work demands it and I still don’t do a very good job at it. I sell reality better than fiction. Social media is all about fiction.”

She notices that the stars jitterbugging above us take me and she watches as well. Her light skin and short curly hair glow in the streetlight. I look into the diamond pearl -shaped eyes and reckon she is nostalgic.

“Life is funny and interesting,” she exclaims matter of factly.

“A short while back, Planets Theatre performed at my high school and one of the actors was an alumni. I asked him how to get into professional theatre. He gave me his producer’s number, which I called soon after and by the next year I was on stage. At 18 I was doing travelling theatre and progressed to public shows three years after that (travelling theatre is so addictive!). A year or so later I auditioned for Better Days and the rest is history. Acting and I have had a very long, lustful affair.”

It’s amazing how she is able to sum up her preliminary acting experience in such a short statement. The truth is, Nice was immediately identified as a rising star in these travelling theatre groups. Even through the many ups and downs that are well known to this “ set-book” world, she overcame them and soon became a favorite with professional film and theatre producers and obviously has become a favorite house hold name in Kenyan theatre and film. She is the only actor who has a ‘celebrity’ effect on my siblings!

“What would you consider your biggest low in your acting career?” I ask, digging deeper.

“There are a lot of those, I can’t really pick one. Such is life. Fortunately, every low is followed by such a high in my life. It’s almost ridiculous. Ah! Here’s one. See my mom was always asking when I’d  finally get on TV for her to come and see me. By the time Better Days screened, she was gone. That sucks! She was  my only honest fan, family wise, I dare say.”

“Do you think if you were in a different country especially where film is celebrated that your celebrity status would have a much higher value?”

“Well, not necessarily.  I am sure I’d be making a butt load of cash though. So if being a celebrity is proportional to the money we earn, then yes.”

This opens up a voluntary school of thought that makes me go easy on my coffee.

“My business partner and I are constantly “stalking” Shonda, for good reasons of course. We completely idolize her. She said people are very creative within their fences because that way there’s no need to push boundaries. It’s a good and a bad thing but therein lays our problem. We don’t have fences here. We don’t know what is allowed and what isn’t because we’ll be viewed by a ‘diverse target audience’  as merely accepting violence or nudity   amongst other things. When done within it’s no longer seen as an expression (which is my idea of what art is) but we now look at the morality behind it. When you have creative fences that are clearly delineated, you come up with ridiculous angles for stories. Look at how many versions of medical or crime shows that exist abroad!  We do not take enough risks and our audience is not very accepting of our few trials and errors.”

I think about that as I stare at her unconsciously. Here is a woman who has defied all odds Nice with gunand stayed in the game. Her Nation advert on, ‘ Know the truth’ is big on TV and billboards. She has starred in popular shows like Better Days KTN, Guy Center NTV, Saints NTV, Changing Times, KTN, Makutano Junction, CITIZEN TV and Break Time show, NTV. Some of the films she’s been part of include Benta, House of Lungula and Lost in Africa among others. She has won several local awards. Yet her quest for success and vision for the Kenyan industry is still as fresh as a newbie.

I realize she has to go so I quickly ask her about the theatre houses that have agreed to subsidize rates for guild members.

“The theatre groups that agreed to allow members to watch shows at reduced costs and requirements are; Fanaka Arts, Strathmore, Culture Spill, Ikenia Arts, Phoenix theatre, Friends Ensemble, Heartstrings Kenya, Wholesome Entertainment and Liquid.  They all agreed to shave 50% off on tickets to members of the Kenya Actors Guild. The Festival of Creative Arts (FCA) agreed to 500 for guild members as opposed to 600 and 400 for groups of 40. Johari agreed to the 50% off on Saturdays at 3pm only.”

I watch as she relays this information passionately but impartially, then I hug her  and before I say good-bye I ask her a sincere question.

What would you say is an obligation to every Kenyan actor living in this era?

‘Say no to mediocrity!’. We have to push ourselves harder as actors.  If you’re comfortable, something’s wrong.”

Nice Githinji will be a member of panelist in An Actor Develops – studio debate:

(Why) Have the acting standards gone down?

Venue KNT

Date: 22/2/2016



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On Yoga and Kenyan Artists

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Kelly Alomba is a Baptiste Power Yoga instructor in Lamu

As our eagerness is piqued by the ‘Yoga world’ preparing to participate in the Lamu Yoga Festival from the 2nd to the 6th of March 2016, I cannot help but bemuse myself by reminiscing about my early beginnings in this beauteous practice.  I dedicate this memory to all those actors I have trained or worked with and complain or simply pout whenever I enthuse about yoga…they know themselves!

My new friend Mapaint and I trekked through the lush green Westlands area. We made a mutual decision to ask a man selling piles of madafu loaded in a thin wooden and dusty cart if the junction before a rusty bridge was in deed the beginning of Thigiri Ridge? Having walked for about twenty minutes under the scolding sun, we did not want to risk missing directions–again – even though we were well prepared with long caps and easy rubber shoes, which actually made my toes bake inside. My armpits were damp and I hated feeling my own sweat in this intense heat.

However Mapaint and I were not alarmed when we arrived late. Our theatre director had insisted we take a yoga class with a lady who he claimed, “Was just amazing”.

I didn’t quite believe him, as we artists are notorious for hyperbolic descriptions. However the reasons for stalling were more intrinsic and based on individual convictions. We had both done yoga before. I had been introduced to it the last year and enjoyed mostly the end of it. The Savasana , where one lay on his back with hands to the side and  zoomed into a deep power nap. In fact we enjoyed this last bit so much that my late friend, Small Ogutu would tap me on the shoulder from the back. When I turned to look at his cheeky grinning face, he would wave and say, “good night”. The stretches were liberating and I enjoyed my own discovery of how supple or rigid some of my muscles were. But I hated staying in those poses for too long. Our director would leave us at a tense position like Adho Mukha-svanasana , the downward-facing dog and spend forever correcting other people’s postures as our arms and legs trembled.

This time we were informed that the instructor was a Malaysian lady whose studio looked like a temple. Mapaint confided in me that he was “born again” and he was not sure about doing this spiritual kind of yoga. I was also a bit edgy on who I would give my divine allegiance to, if in deed this was some kind of cult that we were being forced to attend. We mulled over our predicaments as we knocked on the gate and were ushered in by the security guard. He pointed to a room – a stone throw away – on the right hand side of the main house. The wooden studio was under a huge indigenous tree, which made the space cool and calming. For a minute I forgot about Mapaint as I climbed the stairs and went through the door. I noticed that my fellow cast members were in a Sukhasana pose and I deduced that the session had just begun. So good for lugging behind! I quickly removed my hot rubber shoes, pushed out my sweaty cap and piled them in a corner. I then sat behind a short row of fellow actors, crossed my legs and placed my right foot on top of my left thigh then used my impulse to pull it back and touch the floor.

“Be comfortable with the stage you are in at this point of your practice …take a deep breath in and rest your hands on your thighs, palms facing up,” spoke the new instructor in a clear, melodious and soothing voice.

I was shocked. How did she know that I was struggling to get into the pose? I followed her instruction as I looked up quickly to see if she might have been stealing a glance. Her face was radiant and steady and from her position it looked like she was looking at me and everyone else in the room at the same time. I noticed that she was in padmanasana , meaning that both her legs were laying on the opposite thighs and her knees were flat on the ground. Juju!

I think I might have stared for a longer period as she returned a sedate but lively smile. I have played games about guessing people’s personalities at first site for such a long time that many times I’m usually right. I assessed that she was a talkative and passionate woman. From the way she gave instructions I could tell she was not one of those expatriates who were extremely chummy to the locals that it felt patronizing, neither was she condescending. I concluded that she was a well-trained yoga teacher giving a class to well-trained actors. Why can’t all human relationships be this simple?

My reservation on spirituality had however not disappeared. The studio, though serene, had a diagram on the wall of a man in sukhasana and the Chakras (energy points of a human body) illustrated. I found myself thinking, that’s not what I was taught in biology. I watched Mapaint from the sides of my eyes and was a little bemused as he struggled with the Trikonasana .

“Stretch your arms up as if you are embracing Mother Nature then roll forward from your waist  and bend over reaching for the earth’s face,” she instructed softly as she walked from row to row.

‘Shit!’ I wondered as I pulled my arms and waist so that my fingers could touch the well-treated sepia-like floor. ‘Did I just bow down to worship an imaginary idol?’ But the stretch that I felt on my hamstrings and back was just too sweet and beckoned for attention.

“Do not fight the thoughts that come into your mind, allow them to come but also allow them to leave as they wish. Imagine your mind as a bridge in which your thoughts cross. But not as the actual thoughts,” she instructed.

So I allowed my mind to think of all unmentionable theories and fantasies that appeared at that time. Soon I could not remember having any staying thoughts within the present moment. After braving through the initial poses it was time for the warrior position. I hated warrior 2. As soon as I had stretched my hands side to side, facing my right, she came to my side and raised my arms higher to shoulder level. I could not hold the posture and we both chuckled as I wiggled my hands to release the strain. I thought she would go to the next pose but she only said that she also used to dislike this pose but now it was one of her favorites. There was just something about her energy that was encouraging and re-assuring. Oh and maybe my cultured ego that men should be physically stronger than women also checked in. So I stretched my arms and followed her signature simile-rich   instructions. I imagined that I was pulling a tight bow, aiming and ready to release an arrow.

By the time we reached Savasana, my whole body was warm and all my muscles were pulsating with life. It was as if parts of me were waking up after a long sleep and other parts of me were being born into the physical world. I could hear her speak clearly to me. At some point it felt like she was by my side, so I opened one eye, but she was nowhere nearby. Still her voice was with my being as though we were on a journey. Then her voice left me and I moved on. I could still hear her but only from a distance. Thoughts came back but this class of thoughts was neoteric. They did not fear questioning the divine. They did not fear the science of spirituality and the input of an ancient scientific Sanskrit-technique. These thoughts felt it was all right to wonder. To wonder why we have used religion to divide and destroy. Wonder why every religion in the world feels it is more authentic than the rest. And wonder if there is a difference between religion and spirituality. The thoughts meditated on premonitions and predestinations, individualism and integration. And they finally settled on love. Romantic love, blood –line love, patriotic love, global love, inhibited love and just love. They got lost exploring the idea of pure love – ‘just love’.

I listened to her voice again and realized that everyone was back in Sukhasana except me. She smiled warmly as I came back to my senses and recorded new play concepts at the back of my mind. Just in time to chant out the creative mantra in unison, “OM.”.

On Guild ,Sense8 , and a TV-less living room

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Lana Wachowski , Chichi Seii  and Andy Wachowski at Sense8 set .

I’m seated here in my office –a converted corner in my TV-less living room – drinking freshly blended mango juice, mixed with cinnamon and ginger and thinking loudly about what I’m looking forward to this year.   I find that making resolutions at the end of January is usually more effective once the New Year euphoria is over, which makes the set objectives more attainable.

I look forward to Season 2 of Sense 8. Yes, I finally got round to watching it (did I know it was available with movie-vendors?) and I have to say it is easily one of my favorite shows from 2015. There was a bit of an uproar among actors about ‘foreign’ themes and I must admit this view influenced me to put it at the end of my to-watch-list. Shame on me since I went for those auditions and some of my friends had roles in it! Kumbe this ‘foreign’ theme my fellow actors were talking about was purely homophobic sentiments. I will only point out that latest studies confirm that 95% of homophobic people are actually biologically homosexual which suggests that homophobia could be a defense mechanism. But please stay and don’t kasirika in case you are homophobic – you are in the remaining  5% bracket.


Peter King Mwania is an elite actor from Kenya

The most interesting theme according to me in this series was that of unquestioned social values verses individual lifestyle. It propagates the age-old argument in modern political history: Who is more important in the society … the people or the person? I think that this is what makes the otherwise ordinary plotting of Sense 8 unique. For those who haven’t watched Sense 8 yet, it is a Netflix sci-fi series -produced and directed by the Wachowskis! – Partly shot in Nairobi, about eight strangers from different parts of the world who suddenly become mentally and emotionally linked.

It was interesting to watch our Kenyan cast against the other cast in India, America, South Korea and Germany. Peter King definitely had the best performance and I would not be surprised if he was nominated for a Best Supporting Actor Award. The kind of depth this dude is able to emit from his body language always amazes me. (Peter King si you teach us this thing bana!) Another Kenyan actor who pulled an interesting stunt was Chichi Seii. Our local casting directors/agents frequently typecast based on the real life personality of the actor. Due to her pristine looks, eloquent English and enthralling demeanor, she has always played upper middle class characters.

chichi in action

Chichi Seii as Capheus mother,protecting young Capheus

In Sense 8 she plays the H.I.V-AIDS infected mother of Capheus who lives in Kibera and grew up in the village. And woii… didn’t the make-up transform her usually mellow face. She delivered the role as intensely as she delivered baby Capheus (sorry about the spoiler). I’m sure fellow actors who haven’t met her in person before watching the series will be unable to tell her real age.

[Enough of Sense 8.]

I am also looking forward to a strengthened Guild. If you are enthusing on how a guild would make actors lives easier and you are even planning the next step, you will be glad to know that the Kenya Actors Guild already exists. The Guild is still in its early stages so structural and implementation challenges are bound to emerge. This does not mean that the welfare is not making progress.  If you are on the other side of this line of thought and do not see the need of a guild, well, a guild is simply a welfare organization that protects professionals with the same set of skills.  Something better might be discovered in future but at this point, I highly encourage you to register with KAG, at KAG logo 1

More than this, we could promote actors’ forums. This is simply transforming our WhatsApp group-conversations into an oral space. It is high time actors engaged in meaningful discourse on the current issues and future of our craft. The more experienced should mingle with the upcoming and everyone should be willing to share and learn something new. At the end of last year we had a very successful actors’ workshop at the PAWA 254. It was facilited by Gilbert Lukalia, Joseph Wairimu and I. This time we shall have an even more intense event. A discussion forum made up of an elite panel of actors and film/theatre stake holders. The topic will be in question form: ‘(Why) have acting standards gone down?’ . We will then have a one on one interview with a legendary actor who will –for sure – inspire you, then we shall have a two day workshop on character development. Please note that this workshop will actually be about exchanging ideas, experiences and allowing your current or previous work to be criticized. Its intention will not be to educate. Therefore it is more suitable for experienced actors even though new actors are invited to observe and get inspired. All this will happen at the Kenya National Theatre main auditorium from the 22nd to 24th of February, 2016. Space is limited so apply early .Let’s call it, ‘An Actor Develops Studio’.

Lastly I look forward to acquiring a TV set. I have always disliked those things as anti-social tools and culture-stealing media. Yet I still pop into my friends’ houses to enjoy a local TV show so that I can praise or critique its actors on this blog.

For anyone wishing to get me a gift for my birthday on 25th September, I hope I have made your life a lot easier.

And my own choice award goes to …

And my own choice award goes to …

The beeping sound of unread WhatsApp group messages annoys me, but I guess the people sending those messages felt like they were warranted to share their annoyance. Not because of me of course but because of an event that should bring a sense of pride to such practitioners. You guessed right…THE KALASHA AWARDS!

Disgruntled comments made by actors due to mistreatment from KALASHA Awards organizers made up the last thread of texts. They complained that they were not invited in a cordial V.I.P manner fit for an event that claims to celebrate Kenyan talent or they received nominations but did not get a ticket for themselves or for their plus one. Meanwhile corporates received more tickets than they asked for…(we all know why).

I decided to interrupt the pity-party. See, year after year KALASHA has treated actors with contempt and year after year actors have complained in whispers. So I threw the spanner in the wax. I called upon all actors to boycott; I urged those who were nominated to demand that their names be dropped. Then by ‘pure coincidence’ all the actors I was chatting with were needed back on set or stage!

Finally a comment came in the negative, then another and another … This is what I had expected. At least now they were refuting a suggestion of a way forward instead of empty talks and complaints that have never changed anything. I well understood that it was on the eve of the awards and boycotting would be too abrupt and crippling to the event organizers…but isn’t that why people do it. And why didn’t they do it earlier? When Alex Konstantaras wrote an article explaining why he would boycott the award, they were quiet. When SAFE and other producers made a silence boycott that was known to most they still remained placid, maybe even hopeful that things would be different this time.

Of course explanations (read excuses) were made. Some needed to get an award like their counterparts before they joined the protest, some were quite diplomatic and presented their complains to the KFC board. The board allegedly refused to listen to them but offered them an incentive at the last minute; to present the awards… hence they could not refuse. Some also felt that those who gave the suggestion or those who would follow through were savage and crass. Never mind that successful welfares like SAG were established through demonstrations and protests that demanded for actor’s dignity. Even nearer our neighbors in Nollywood are known for immediate protest any time the artist is disrespected or taken advantage of. Small wonder if most of our own actors ogle at them and see them as superiors. But we are different and diplomatic and maybe one day the stakeholders will decide to give us the respect we deserve…maybe they will see the light. Anyway, the event went on and of course complaints kept being mumbled.

I’m not here to tackle why actors are afraid of activism but I will talk about the underlying reason behind the complaints. Just like anywhere else, acting in Kenya is an artistic skill that solicits public celebration. However, that is just an extrinsic praise. What the actor truly longs for, the real praise is that from equals, mentors and experts in the same acting circles that they are in. Think of it this way, an average football fun will praise Ronaldo for the number of goals he has made but his fellow professional footballers will probably admire his excellent skills in ball control, speed, dexterity, titles, endorsements and so on. In other words, the average actor feels that the KALASHA awards do not really celebrate exemplified performances. Neither are they able to identify epic moments on screen that can make the acting fraternity to be at awe and desire to replicate or out do such a performance. Of course a few shows and exemplary performances have been recognized in this award (Well done to ‘Veve’ !) but that looks like a peripheral objective.

Therefore, hard-working and extremely talented actors have had to contend with substandard performances being awarded. This in the long term denies KALASHA Awards the prestige and honor it hopes to elicit. When top American actors speak of the Oscars with so much regard, top actors in Kenya mostly say getting an award or nomination in KALASHA did not enhance their careers. It was a bit alarming when I watched an actor who won an award declare that he will now focus on his music career.

That is why I have decided to stop complaining. So my own choice award goes to…

SIX, written by Njoki Muhoho and directed by Gilbert Lukalia. The story felt tight and well matured.

Nice Githinji and Kamau WaNdun'gu in action.They play queer robbers in , 'Six'.

Nice Githinji and Kamau WaNdun’gu in action.They play queer robbers in , ‘Six’.

The director also did justice to it by capturing the mood of the story and being ahead of the audience. The fact that this was a situational drama only happening in two rooms and maintaining its dramatic relevance was a huge plus. Also it was a high quality local production with good sound and lighting and very few continuity mistakes. But the ensemble cast is what stole this show. The Afro-fusion artist and actor, Iddi Achieng had subtle expressions that were coming from a very believable source. You immediately empathize with the workaholic mother who has to come back in the evening to a dysfunctional family. Nobert Ouma  also delivered a memorable performance as the artistic son who is intense and crafty .The drama paces up with the entry of queer robbers, played by Kamau Wa Ndung’u , Nice Githinji and Mwaura Musa.Other cast members included Arabron , Nyokabi Gethaiga ,Jacque Njeri and Martha Juma.   Simple, subtle yet creating an intense performance. Well done.

The best actor award I would give to someone who has been in the game long enough but never seems to get the recognition that I believe he deserves: Joe Kinyua. I’d nominate him for his exemplary performance in

Joe Kinyua is a prolific stage and film actor

Joe Kinyua is a prolific stage and film actor

‘See Them Blind’ …where he plays an investigative journalist struggling with alcohol and single parenthood. However, I would also celebrate his work due to the various roles he has played on screen and stage. He seems to be a hard working actor who goes at length to research. Kinyua’s interpretation of the character is also quite clear as he taps into his character’s psychic and background. He will sit, talk, walk like the characters he portrays. I do hope to get a chance to interview him so as to learn about his technique and so on.

In conclusion …The KALASHA Awards and all awards are meant to celebrate the people in the Industry. They’re supposed to create an aura of pride to the one’s nominated; they should be a highlight of an actor’s career. A moment of recognition for their hard work. And if this is not met…then it beats the purpose.