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Heads of State/Governement group photo at TICAD IV

So here we are at another conference on Africa, full of Africans, held outside Africa at an Asian economic powerhouse. This all sounds very familiar. In 2007 the African Development Bank Group held its Annual Meetings in Shanghai, China, from May 16-17. It is easy to become cynical. What is the world coming to, after all, when Africans are unable to host their own meetings? How can the African Development Bank take its annual meeting to Shanghai, is there no African city that can host our top bankers and economists? Why do 40+ African Heads of State have to fly half way across the world to Japan to sit down and discuss issues of crucial importance to the continent? It is easy to become cynical of the whole TICAD process and dismiss it as yet another example of the never-ending talking shop of conferences on Africa.

That would be unfortunate position to take and would be missing the point. The multitude of problems facing Africa require a dedicated African response. That is established. “African solutions to African problems” is the rallying cry heard from cabinet rooms to street corners across the African continent. These African solutions, however, cannot exist in isolation from the rest of the world. Rather active, positive and accountable engagement with partners is required. These partners may be development organisations such as the numerous UN bodies, these partners could be individual countries, such as Japan and China. China is one of the 24 Non-Regional Members of the African Development Bank and only the second to host the Annual Meetings after Spain in 2001. Japan launched TICAD in 1993 to promote high-level policy dialogue between African leaders and development partners.

At TICAD the focus is on two general objectives: Ownership and Partnership.

  1. to promote high-level policy dialogue between African leaders and their partners
  2. to mobilize support for African-owned development initiatives

Rather than viewing these occasional meetings hosted for Africans outside African as an insult to our independence we should consider them an alternative type of forum, which may just produce some concrete results. After all our African Heads of State gather regularly across the continent at African Union meetings and the results of those meetings usually leave a lot to be desired. Take the African Union meeting earlier this year in Addis Ababa held while Kenya was at the height of violence, a situation the Heads of State refused to address as they collectively buried their heads in the sand. Meetings being held in African is no guarantee for success.

Another advantage of holding a high level meeting such as TICAD outside Africa is that it removes the pressure of acting as host from all nations leaving the Heads of State and ministers to concentrate fully on engaging with each other positively. It is an added advantage that TICAD is hosted by the very efficient yet extremely polite Japanese people (and I am not just saying that because I am a sitting on a 16MB broadband connection – although it helps). Heads of State are ferried from one venue to the other rapidly and safely with none of the megalomania that usually accompanies our African presidential security details.

Japan has proved herself to be a host worth listening to because she listens and acts on what she hears. The TICAD process is very much one of dialogue. This is reflected in the growing support for the process. At TICAD III in 2003 23 Heads of State came to Tokyo, this time round the number has double to over 40 Heads of State/Heads of Governments attending. Every single African country, bar one, has a strong delegation here. The only country without a delegation is Somalia. One clear indicator of political success in Africa would be a strong Somali delegation at TICAD V in five years time.

[Photo Credit: Heads of State/Government at TICAD IV. Copyright: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Japan]

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I was tagged by some strong willed people, to ignore them would be dangerous, so here we go with 7 things. Not 7 things you do not know about me which would just be boring especially as I shared 6 things you do not know about me just the other day. So instead here we go with:

7 random thoughts from that blogger called Mentalacrobatics

  1. I find it amazing how many single women in Kenya wear a wedding ring on their ring finger. The few I know tell me they do that to scare away the seedy and slimy men that approach them. That doesn’t make sense to me. Seedy and slimy men will not be scared away by a wedding ring. In fact if anything that just increases your appeal to such characters. However, all decent, honourable and normal guys once they spot the wedding ring will keep a respectful distance in the courting game. A wedding ring is like kryptonite to single men, believe me. Then the same Kenyan women complain that there are no suitable men around to marry! Well remove the fake wedding rings and then see what happens!
  2. It is unbelievably hard to get some people to put a simple and small piece of code on their blog. These are not the people who do not know how to upload the ringcode. Those ones usually ask for help. Rather it is mainly experience bloggers who for one reason or another can not be bothered to upload the ringcode yet want to be counted as a KBW member. The excuses they give are many, for example: I don’t have time (it takes less than 20 seconds), It is to big (the ring code is about 1 byte big) it doesn’t fit in with my template (you can format the font to your hearts content so long as it can be read and clicked) . excuses excuses excuses. I believe the reason they have this attitude is because it is so easy to become a KBW member. If we charged USD 50.00 per month and insisted on 10,000 word blog posts weekly to qualify for membership, they would probably have the ringcode up, with flashing lights, in an instance.
  3. We all have our pet peeves, the little things that irritate us. One of mine is when people wrongly interchange the terms hacker and cracker. For those who do not know:

    A hacker is a person intensely interested in the arcane and recondite workings of any computer operating system. Most often, hackers are programmers. As such, hackers obtain advanced knowledge of operating systems and programming languages. They may know of holes within systems and the reasons for such holes. Hackers constantly seek further knowledge, freely share what they have discovered, and never, ever intentionally damage data.

    A cracker is a person who breaks into or otherwise violates the system integrity of remote machines, with malicious intent. Crackers, having gained unauthorized access, destroy vital data, deny legitimate users service, or basically cause problems for their targets. Crackers can easily be identified because their actions are malicious.

    At least have the decency to know what you are accusing someone of before you go banging on about it over and over again.

  4. Every relationship reaches a point where you think, hmmmm, this could actually work, or alternatively, damn, this will never work. For me that point usually comes during an unexpected crisis and how the other person reacts to it.

    For example, having a puncture is inconvenient, having a puncture at 3am in the still of the night, is scary, having a puncture at 3am in the still of the night on a dark stretch of Thika Road notorious for muggings and carjacking is a bloody crisis, even more so when you are with a date you are trying to impress! There I was going through all the potential options in my head:

    • Stop and change the tire right there – ARE YOU MAD?
    • Stop and wait for help – From whom? This is not Gotham where you can fire up the Bat Signal and wait for Batman
    • Drive to a police station – HEHEHEHEHE yeah right “Kihjana ghucha gipande hii”
    • Drive on to a safer place, probably a petrol station and change the tire there, knowing full well that you will complete destroy the flat tire that is on the wheel. Sacrifice the tire to save your life – hmm ok

    While I’m doing all this thinking inside I’m saying all these reassuring things out loud, we’ll be fine etc, I’ve done this before etc, don’t worry. Basically just trying to keep things calm and give her no reason to panic.Then I realise that while I’ve been thinking she was saying the same things to me, as in her first reaction was not to panic but to reassure me in case I was about to panic.

    At that point I would start to think, hmmm this could work you know.

    As opposed to those who start shouting and sulking over something simple as looking for a parking space in town!

  5. You know those guys who make a big deal of how much they hate football? The ones who say things like, “football just doesn’t make sense and I don’t follow it” you know those guys, the ones who go to the supermarket during the world cup final because, “it will be empty with everybody at home watching the game” you know those clowns right. Guys who come in when you are watching a game and try to change the channel to the MTV Base during half time when you are trying to follow the analysis? You know those guys right? Well every single one of them is now a Chelsea fan. That’s why we look down on you, you chelski muppets. I know 2, TWO, genuine Chelsea fans from East Africa, two of my bros who have been with Chelsea from back in the day, even before akina Viali etc were playing at Chelsea, which to be honest was the first time many of us even noticed that silly team. And those two bros of mine hate these new school Chelsea fans more than we do, hehe!

  6. African society is governed by a set of rules which you learn at an early age. These rules come and go, one topic of conversation is always which tribe is more traditional than the other. But one thing we all share across the board are the terms of respect and indeed status that are given to the brothers and sisters of our parents.

    For example, in English my mother’s sister is my aunt and my father’s sister is my aunt. In our culture, my mother’s sister is Mamamti and my father’s sister is Senje. Dare you call a Mamti Senje, one of my brother’s did once, we haven’t seen him since!

    In a similar way in English my father’s brother is uncle and my mother’s brother is uncle. In our culture my father’s brother is Papamti and my mother’s brother is Khotsa.

    It extends, the husband of a Mamamti automatically becomes a Papamti etc.

    We really do not have a specific word for cousin. I call my male cousins, brother and my female cousins, sister. (That is why I always say, me and my brothers, we are many (see story 5 above). I like this. It means I have brothers who are Kisii, Luo, Kikuyu, Kamba, Swahili, Maasai etc. I got back up!

    This one doesn’t extend as automatically. I only call my cousin’s husband brother if I feel he is worthy!

    My friends are used to this arrangement now and so when I introduce them to one of my brothers they ask me, “is this your brother, brother ….. or just your brother?”

  7. A so called friend who happens to live in the states sent me this picture the other day.


    TV screen showing Jack Bauer on 24

    They took it with the camera on their phone while watching the latest episode of 24 and sent it to taunt me because they know it will be at least 3 days before I get my hands on the latest episodes. This has to rank amongst the cruellest SMS I have ever received.

You hear a lot of nonsense about why Kenyans dominate long distance running. I’ve blogged about it before so no need to repeat myself there. I believe most important reason Kenyan runners are so dominating is because no one else trains like them.

In school we used to have some crazy sports teachers. One of them used to tell us that he would push us so hard so that nothing in game could ever come close to the intensity of training. That way when in the middle of a tough match you could draw the team together and tell them, “listen this is no where near as bad as that session we had last week, if we survived that surely we can beat these clowns.”

That seems to be the approach the Kenyan Cross Country Team coaches have taken. With less than two weeks before the World Cross Country championships take place for the first time on Kenyan soil in Mombasa, the Kenyan Cross Country team moved to Embu on the slopes of Mt. Kenya. In one of those sports reports which do not make it to the online edition of the paper, some members of the team had a couple of training session which involved running up the side of the mountain through in the bush. Up a side of the mountain, through the bush. Don’t give me any crap about Kenyans winning medals simply because they have, “these massive lungs”.

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Our first match at the cricket World Cup starts in 30mins time. 16.30 Kenyan time. What excuse can you give your boss to leave the office early knowing that the man will never appreciate your passion for the game? If we work out a list of excuses we can rotate them amongst us and we’ll all end up watching the game. Anyone know of any pubs in Nairobi showing the matches live?

At the world cup itself Michael Holding’s comments that “minnows” should not be allowed to compete at the World Cup are just silly. First of all Mr Holding should remind himself that a cricketing minnow country called Kenya spanked his very own West Indies in the 1996 world cup in what is one of the greatest sporting upsets of all time. And Kenya made it to the semi final last time around and although test nations like to say that was just because New Zealand refused to play in Nairobi (because Cape Town is so much safer you see) they conveniently forget we had to beat Sri Lanka to get there and nearly, nearly beat India in the semis as well.

Back to the West Indies a couple of years ago the Australian press were wondering, loudly, what the point of Australia playing the West Indies in a test series was as the WI were, according to the Australian press, crap. Legend after West Indian cricket legend appeared on Sky Sports to tell the Australians to shut up and remember that when Australia was crap at cricket the West Indies were amongst their strongest supporters arguing for their right to play test cricket. How quickly these legends forget. After Kenya I normally support the West Indies, this time forget them, its all about minnow power. (Yeah I know the government will probably not recall ambassadors on the back of this blog post but who knows.)

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I have a video clip from the first few minutes of the Mater Heart Run. Watch it and see if you can spot the Vice President’s undercover security team. They really blend into the crowd.

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A decade or so or more ago when I was in high school if students wanted time away from school they go on strike protestesting against the, “quality of the food”, the “quality of the teachers”, which would result in the whole school being suspended by that authorities = holiday. Now days school kids are on a whole new level, they manage to hire some ghosts to possess the whole school. I wonder how long that Kenya Times writer has been waiting to use the words “ghost buster” in an article. These ghosts/spirits are a bit strange in that they calm down once comforted by the blood of a white goat. I’m trying to imagine approaching my old headmaster, whom we called simply “THE Doctor”, and telling him,

“Sir, everyone has gone mad sir. We think its ghosts or evil spirits or something. We need the blood of a white goat.”

“Inform the school any pupil who has the misfortune of being possessed will have triple detention on Sunday.”

Cross posted on KenyaUnlimited

These past few days Kenyan newspapers and news stations have been dominated with the news of the end of Dr.Wanjiru Kihoro’s brave battle from coma which she has been fighting since January, 24 2003. Dr. Kihoro went into a coma following the Busia plane crash in which three people were killed. She had accompanied a high-profile government delegation to Funyula to celebrate Vice-President Moody Awori’s election victory. The end came at Kenyatta National Hospital, Nairobi, at 10pm on Thursday.

Dr. Kihoro was a true patriot, a strong daughter of Kenya, highly principled in an age where people’s convictions change with the direction of the wind.

In Kenya, where she took on the Moi regime on human rights abuses when most were to scared to speak out, she showed patriotism and courage. Refusing to be broken by the arrest and detention of her husband, Wanyiri Kihoro, and colleagues by Moi’s notorious security forces, she showed patriotism and courage. As the founder and director of ABANTU for Development, an international development agency, Dr. Kihoro’s vision, inspiration and direction touched and changed the lives of many.

Forced into exile after detention, the Kihoro’s London house came to be known as the true home of Kenyans in the UK. For many years, it was the first point of contact for many Kenyans in the UK before the embassy. These past few days I have heard story after story from a wide range of people all saying how warmly they were welcomed into the Kihoro’s London home, how they were feed enthusiastically. The Kihoro home was a place where they could sit and debate the issues of the day openly and honestly. A warm meal, a place to sleep and the kinship of country(wo)men. Today many gratefully remember that welcome.

Closer to home, here on the Kenyan Blogs Webring, the pain is real and more personal for some. Kui has lost her mother, Mshairi, Uaridi, Nyakehu have lost their elder sister. A highly dedicated, extremely warm and strongly united family. My thoughts and prayers are with them. Together we will create a space online where we and you, if you so wish, can pay tribute to Dr. Kihoro, share your stories of your time with Kihoro family. This space will be announced soon.

Dr Wanjiru Kihoro, wife, mother, sister, daughter, economist, activist, feminist, patriot, visionary, leader, friend. An inspiration and example for all Kenyans.

Daudi
On the behalf of the Kenyan Blogs Webring Admin Team

September 26

Wow, a lot of stuff happens on September 26th.

Thank you for all your kind words (well apart from the one who called me an “old billy goat” – you know yourself :-) ), for your kind messages and emails.

Any KBW member who catches me today will have one on me!

Oh and by the way, my niece is prettier than your niece! Seriously, she is!

You might have heard about the controversy that has been flying around about the Highway Africa and Digital Citizen Indaba conference being held at Rhodes University, Grahamstown as we speak.

Well things finally came to ahead yesterday. No one could hold it in any more. People would either have to come with some answers or the whole place would erupt. After all if a conference of journalists can not make our decision makers accountable who can?

The issue had been burning all week. Whispers here and there but all we got were polite smiles and polite dismissals. We wanted to be taken seriously dammit. These were serious questions we were raising.

Well finally last night at the annual Highway Africa awards, which were live on TV across the continent, things finally came to ahead. Tired of being pushed around we demanded answers to our burning questions. Detailed and full answers. We would not cooperate until we were answered. We demanded to know, and to know immediately on behalf of the people of Africa, we wanted an end to all this conspiracy to all this controversy. So we asked,nay, we demanded to be told. Was it really true that The Princess of Africa also know as Yvonne Chaka Chaka was going to perform live in front of us? And if she was, would she perform her famous hit single “Umqombothi” which for years I thought was “eh mandanzi”?!

Well, mabibi na mabwana, i can reassure that we demanded, on your behalf, and got, on your behalf, an answer! Yes Yvonne, because i’m on first name basis with her cause she knows me like that, was performing. And boy did she perform! Yani she even had me singing ati, “I’m in love with a DJ.”


Yvonne Chaka Chaka


Yvonne Chaka Chaka

So there you go controversy sorted.

(You may have read elsewhere about another so called controversy, believe me that is nothing compared to this YCC drama. All i have to say to that is this:

Look at the big picture, at the bigger picture. Where were all these self appointed champions of African blogs when we sent out repeated calls for help? Where were these self appointed defenders of the African blogosphere when we were building. They were online, they knew what we were doing but obviously did not feel it was important enough to engage with us then, so why now? What has changed since?

Remember the old proverb, beware strangers carrying gifts. Just as we who are here in Grahamstown will be watching those around us for anything suspicious, you too watch those around you and their motives.

In KBW we welcome interaction, we welcome those who want to build a community with us. Of course you can refuse to interact with the community except when it is in your own interest. Of course you can ignore us. That is the beautiful thing about our community, even after you join you do not have to participate. You bring to the table what you want to bring. BUT, and oh boy it is a big BUT, BUT if you refuse to interact, if you abdicate your responsibility to engage with your fellow bloggers, if you abdicate in your responsibility to the community then you must allow to me to laugh from the end of my toes when you turn around and come out in full amour as the “defender of the African blogosphere” hehe. We are not good enough for you to engage with, yet we are good enough for you to enlighten about the evil mzungu. Give me a break.

Sisters and brothers, Kenyan Pundit co founded Mzalendo, Mr Mental founded KenyaUnlimited, Bankelele runs probably the most read finanical writing coming out of kenya and Marazzmatazz is no push over as well. Some may try to imply that we came all the way to South Africa to be seduced by 30 pieces of silver. Or they may suggest that if we are not sell outs we are to seduced by the whole proceedings to remain objective. Many of you know us through our blogs. I think it would be fair to say that naivety on world issues is not an accusation you can seriously throw at us.

Beware those who decide they can think for you. One minute were being told how no blogging conference should try to control bloggers, the next minute we are being told about who is or is not worthy to engage. So you want me to be free to blog about what you want me to blog about? Wow. One minute we are told the problem is the conference was not widely publicised, and being asked why they were not invited, the next minute we are being told the conference is bogus anyway. So the rest of the African blogosphere should apply for scholarships but you should be invited? Why? Why you? Why shouldn’t you have to apply with the rest of us? What makes you so damn special?

Next the whole, “there are no natives” (whatever a native is) argument lacks so much logic someone is surely looking for a slapping from a certain Mr Spock. I am sitting in a hall full of 500+ journalists from 40+ African countries, no natives? I have previously blogged about the logical fallacy of an ad hominem argument. Those who have lost the argument tend to attack the man. “Yeah, well Hitler was a vegetarian that means all vegetarians are evil.” The so called handing of our souls to the devil in a code of conduct for bloggers. I mean for crying out loud have you looked at the programme? The “code of conduct” seminar is one of three simultaneous seminars being held on Friday afternoon, hardly the setting for the evil take over of the world is it?

OK enough of the jokes, there is a serious point to all this, believe. Some bloggers have raised concerns with me about the Indaba, which i will bring up when the opportunity arises. I do believe that things can improve, of course they can, the organisers feel that things can improve, this is only the first ever meeting for crying out loud. But i refuse to believe that those who shunned our community and only play lip service to it are now acting as such strong defenders of the African blogosphere for anything other than selfish means. You may chose to read it differently and if so, or even if you agree, blog about it. That is the beauty of blogging!)

Now to help us all smile let me post a picture of our co host last night:


SA Supuu

Ahhhhhhhhh, calm all ready :-) Anyone out there know her name?

Cross posted from KenyaUnlimited

What is BlogDay?

BlogDay was initiated with the belief that bloggers should have one day which will be dedicated to know other bloggers, from other countries or areas of interests. On that day bloggers will recommend about them to their blog visitors.

What will happen on BlogDay?

In one long moment In August 31st, bloggers from all over the world will post a recommendation of 5 new blogs, preferably, blogs different from their own culture, point of view and attitude. On this day, blog surfers will find themselves leaping and discovering new, unknown blogs, celebrating the discovery of new people and new bloggers.

BlogDay posting instructions:

1. Find 5 new blogs that you find interesting
2. Notify the 5 bloggers that you are recommending on them on BlogDay 2006
3. Write a short description of the Blogs and place a a link to the recommended blogs
4. Post the BlogDay Post (on August 31st) and
5. Add the BlogDay tag using this link: http://technorati.com/tag/BlogDay2006 and a link to BlogDay web site at http://www.blogday.org

In KBW, we view BlogDay as important as it will increase members’ interaction with bloggers around the world as well enable the recognition of collective blogging. With this in mind, we are urging you to get involved. For the purposes of this initiative, Mshairi has volunteered to be BlogDay Ambassador for Kenyan blogs.

If you are interested and to keep track of who is taking part please leave a comment below or email us at admin [@] kenyaunlimited.com with a link to your blog. Please note that you can find BlogDay buttons to place on your blog here.

Celebrate!


The Lowry Manchester

One of these days I will write a post about the City of Manchester, why I have grown to like this city, why I am proud of it and why I proud to have been associated with it. But for now, in true Mancunian style, I’ll just say:

Nice one Manchester. It’s been real.


tunusia flag


togo flag

Nice one Tunisia, Nice one Togo. Stronger and better for the experience. Till next time.

Tagged

Nakeel decided to hit me with this. Tradition dictates I respond :-)

Rules:

  1. Post six weird facts/habits about yourself. These cannot be used against you later on.
  2. At the bottom name the six people you will tag next.
  3. Leave them a comment to let them know they’ve been tagged and to read your blog.

All righty then, here we go:

I can spell “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” without having to look it up. However, I sometimes have a hard time with general spelling.

I have worn glasses since I was 6. And when I say glasses I mean proper frigging thick glasses not the muppet “fashion” things most of you wear! The first frames I had must have been made from the same stuff they use to make the black box on aeroplanes. They were unbreakable. And yes I did try to break them many many times. But I failed. I still have them somewhere. The day I got my first pair of contact lenses was very exciting. It was like my world had changed.

The first proper original (i.e. not bootleg/copied/pirated) cassette tape I ever owned was Run DMC’sKing of Rock album. It was given to me by the older brother of a friend. I still remember the excitement of having a cassette where the names of the songs were actually printed straight onto the cassette itself (unlike the bootleg versions going around Kenya where the songs were printed on a piece of paper and glued onto the cassette.
The first proper original (i.e. not bootleg/copied/pirated) cassette tape I actually bought myself was the soundtrack to Bodyguard. (Yes I was young and “in love”)! That album always puts a smile on my face. I am sad for what Whitney Houston is going through. She was meant to go on to become our Aretha Franklin. I hope she finds peace again.

The only club football team I would support in a match against Liverpool FC (WWI5T) would be the mighty AFC Leopards.

I used to collect stamps. For some reason I had a large number of Iraqi stamps. I wonder if a stamp with Saddam Hussein’s headshot is worth anything on eBay. In a brilliant piece of foresight I kept a large number of the small purple 1 Kenyan Shilling stamps that used to be everywhere but are impossible to get now. Surely they must be worth something on eBay! I misplaced the stamp collection anyway. I now collect key chains and maps.

In an ideal world I would be either a stand up comedian or a chef.

Who’s next: Kipepeo, Birth of a Notion, Uaridi, Kabinti, Spicebear, JKE

Apparently you can get bed sheets made out of leather. LEATHER?

I do not think they will replace 550 thread count finest quality Egyptian cotton as the height in bedding luxury in my books.

Come on now! Who wants to sleep in leather?!! (Well apart from my crazy pal who told me about the sheets!)

Just in case you are planning on doing a spot of climbing on Mount Everest make sure you stay away from a Russian leading a huge pack of people instead be sure to stay next to the American with a large thermos of Kepeta’s finest.
Or just stay at home and cook some chapos or something.

What kind of world are we living in when people are taken to court for sunbathing nude in their own back gardens? Someone should sue her neighbour for videotaping her naked and wasting police time.

Meanwhile in Scotland a woman was banned from answering her front door in her underwear. Under the interim order she could be jailed for six months if she is seen in her garden, at her window or at her front door “wearing only her undergarments”.

For crying out loud if it is my flipping door, I will answer it how I flipping want, wearing what I flipping want! Argh!

666 6666, not the number_of_the_beast but the world’s most expensive phone number. Price: 1.5 million pounds. Some people just do not know what to do with their petrodollars do they! Imagine you pay all that money for that number and when your people try to call on a Friday afternoon they get, “mteja hapatikani …” I’d go mad.

Inspired by Guess’s brilliant example I decided to go and donate blood. A simple thing that I should do more often that I hadn’t done in a while. The donor centre was a pleasant place with lots of smiling people, friendly nurses and free tea, juice and biscuits.

Before they let you anywhere near the refreshments however you have to donate some blood. Before you can donate you have to fill out a questionnaire and that is when you realise that as a African you are a walking potential health disaster. Here are some of the questions I was asked. If you answer yes to any of them your blood is rejected and you told quietly and firmly to bounce like the muppet you are.

Question 1


Blood donor questionnaire

Which can be broken down, for me at least, to have you shagged a Kenyan in Kenya. Answer yes to that, even if you have passed a HIV test since then, and you will be told to come back to donate when you have managed to stay away from sex for 12 months.

Questions 2


Blood donor questionnaire

Which since I wasn’t born in the UK is obviously a yes. They ask me where I stayed. I mention Kenya. Again from their reaction it is clear to see that Kenya is not on any safe list they have.

But these two questions are not the ones that lead to me being marched out. That was down to this:

The double whammy


Blood donor questionnaire

That would be a yes (I blogged about it here). I was quick to point out that my last Malaria attack was over 10 years ago and surely there must be some sort of statute of limitation. After a consultation they informed me that I could donate but I would have to be screened for malaria each and every time I donated. No problems for me there.

Then this question came up:


Blood donor questionnaire

Again yes. I was back in Kenya over Christmas and I do tend to travel home once a year.

Well that was that for them. If I couldn’t stay away from Kenya for 12 months and insisted on catching malaria there 10 years ago then my blood was probably more lethal than Jack Bauer on a terrorist hunt.

On the plus side they did allow me to have a free biscuit which after all that I felt I deserved. Does anyone know the rules for donating blood in Kenya? All I remember being asked is if I had HIV/AIDS and/or Hepatitis or something like that. But the nurse said the screened the blood for everything anyway and asked me if I wanted to know the results of my HIV test.

If you want to check just how lethal you are you can do the UK blood donor suitability questionnaire here.

I bet none of you get past question 18 :-)

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