The makers of Africa’s first viral video: Just a Band at TEDGlobal 2013

18 Jun

TED Blog

Just a Band are … not at all just a band. During a key moment in their music video “Ha-He,” called by many Africa’s first viral video, a Blaxploitation-inspired superhero named Makmende is threatened by a man in a red tie who asks, “Are you a dreamer?” Let’s just say that Makmende leaves the victor of this fight.

“As Africans and the generation we are part of, we have been exposed a lot to the Western world,” says singer Bill Sellanga, as the group takes the TEDGlobal stage. “But other parts of the world know very little about Africa. We hope to be part of the generation that tells a different story about where we come from.”

Just a Band was formed by Sellanga, Daniel Muli and Jim Chuchu while they were students at Kenyatta University. The group blew up following the release of “Ha-He,” thanks to their unique blend of funk, electronic…

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Jesus Came Back Yesterday

27 Apr

Jesus came back yesterday.

No, not the second coming,

more of a ‘just a pop in the head at the door,

and then I’ve got to run.’ (he was actually in jogging shorts)

Guess what?

He didn’t have Caviezel’s nose

or Clooney’s smile

or Farell’s  agitated posture

or Penn’s mysterious brow

or Cruise’s eyes

or Pacino’s  swagger

or Parsley’s rave and cant

or Osteen’s geniality.

I’m serious. You may not believe this but

he prefers his communion red and in wine (big surprise),

sports a blue bandanna exclusively to hold back hair from his face (did not see that one coming),

has memorized Everett Standa’s poems, all of them (really?),

and especially loves ‘I Speak For the Bush’

he maintains a weakness for fish  (a give to Caesar what is Caesar’s, thing)

and believe it, he is #TeamJulieGichuru  (said she’s to die for).

Yeah, he was really chatty, just put it out there,

like he wanted me to know he was much more

than Sunday morning’s wishy-washy anxieties.

And get this, he didn’t say anything

about the new Ipad or next year’s election or twitter.

I’m serious.

Finally the conversation dragged,

he glanced at his watch (chinese asahi disco, nice)

and said ‘gotta run, pard.’

After he left (just took off jogging)

Said he was preparing for the StanChart marathon.

I felt dizzy to say the least, but strangely at ease.

He forgot his keys.

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Blue-Eyed Devil, Lisa Kleypas

27 Apr

The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company… a church… a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you… we are in charge of our Attitudes.

Sometimes I do

27 Apr

Sometimes I do, I wonder what you would think…

If I told you that at bedtime I don’t always bow my head in prayer?

That am too tired to pray akin to those guys at Gethsemane,

And that the same thing happens in the morning.

If I told you instead nowadays I pray with my eyes wide open,

and that today’s lauds included astonishment at a sensible sense of humour

and a quiet chill as i celebrate another birth-month?

 

What would you think if I confessed the pre-sets in my car are tuned

to easy listening stations, the kind that play Wyclef, Talib, Missy, Train, and A Tribe called

Quest?

If I confessed to an allergic reaction to so-called locally produced church music,

not because I don’t love Jesus, but maybe because I believe he loves me?

And what if I shot straight and admitted if I hear one more person pine about ‘going deeper’ I may

just fall down at their feet as dead, and let them take me there?

If I shot straight that I am quite pleased with surfaces –

The hearty laughter from light inebriation, the bark of the Meru Oak,

the feel of campside fire logs,

the freckles on a dog’s nose, the warmth of coffee going down,

and the scent of light drizzle on soil?

Would you write me off if I admitted I’m not sure what happens after death?

If I admitted I’ve read and studied all the pertinent passages,

but I just don’t know, and sometimes the rehearsed rhetoric

when its time to say goodbye galls me?

Would you ever read my words again if you knew

I hold the love between a man and a woman to be

the holiest damn thing on this side of the shore?

And what if you knew I hold the love between friends

runs a close second, followed no doubt by

the love between a child and a dog?

 

Sometimes I do, I wonder what you would think…

WAIT (Author Unknown)

27 Apr

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.

Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,

And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait!”

 

Wait?, you say, wait!” my indignant reply.

” Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!

Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?

By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming Your Word.”

 

“My future and all to which I can relate

Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to WAIT?

I’m needing a ‘yes,’ a go-ahead sign,

Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.”

 

“And Lord, You promised that if we believe

We need but to ask, as we shall receive.

And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:

I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!”

 

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate

As my Master replied once again, “You must wait.”

So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut

And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting…for what?”

 

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,

And He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.

I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.

I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.

You would have what you want — but, you wouldn’t know ME.”

 

“You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;

You’d not know the power that I give to the faint;

You’d not learn to see through the clouds of despair;

You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;

You’d not know the joy of resting in Me

When darkness and silence were all you could see.”

 

“You’d never experience that fullness of love

As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;

You’d know that I give and I save … (for a start),

But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.”

 

The flow of My comfort late into the night,

The faith that I give when you walk without sight,

The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked

Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.”

 

“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,

What it means that ‘My grace is sufficient for thee.’

Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,

But, oh, the loss! if I lost what I’m doing in you!”

 

“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see

That THE GREATEST OF GIFTS IS TO GET TO KNOW ME.

And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,

My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT.”

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