Someday I’m gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn’t have it any other way
These lyrics could very well described my state on Friday morning as I packed a bag in readiness to attend the Rift Valley festival. I was arriving at Naivasha the following day at around 2 p.m. and headed straight to Fisherman’s camp.
The stage was already set for the artists to perform later in the night.
Kwani? (kwani.org) too were here and I was persuaded to buy two books: by Chimamanda Adichi, hailed as the 21st century Chinua Achebe daughter. (Half of a Yellow Sun, and Purple Hibiscus)
In fact, it was three books. The third, which I’ve finished reading, is by a Kenya author, Martin Njaga. The Brethren of Ngondu. It’s a small book published by Storymoja and it had me laughing at the beginning and crying at the end. It was that involving.
I watched one artist perform….he sounded really good. I have to get his CD somehow. He is called Winyo.
I would have stayed and watched the rest of the performances, but in the process of looking for supper, I found myself at on the road to Nakuru.
And at Taidy’s in Nakuru, they have these really cool notices at the door
I was back in Naivasha the following day. And I was on they way on the way to Nairobi soon after.I met one other artist Masese, who calls himself grandmasterobokano
Only to be welcomed back by a pick-pocketer who did away with my wallet and IDs. I spent the whole of Monday trying to replace them. The conductor had apparently seen me being robbed so he gave my hysterical self a lift home. A bad ending to an otherwise almost perfect weekend.