Shit We say - Bikozulu
5 months ago, 5 Dec 10:36
I am involved in a project where I interview artists – singers, sculptors, painters, dancers, virtuosos in the form of children who play the hell out of a violin, animators – a project commissioned by the Godown Arts Center. It’s helluva lot fun. We sit and talk about their art through their eyes. The other day I went to interview Kevin Oduor, a celebrated sculptor who did The Dedan Kimathi monument and the freedom fighters monument in Uhuru Park. He also crafted the sculpture of Syokimau, the legendary Kamba prophetess who saw the coming of the “metallic snake” that is at the Railway Station, one at Radisson Blu and many more. So yeah, he is a big deal even though I shamefully hadn’t heard of him before. We agreed to meet at Java, Sarit Center at 3:30pm for the interview because he was giving a talk at a function upstairs at 6pm. I got there at 2pm and to kill time I wandered off to the pet-shop to buy food for Tamms’ hamster. For the longest time she wanted a hamster but come on, we are Africans, we don’t keep rats as pets, do we? But she kept banging on about it so eventually I took up the offer of a True Love writer, Catherine, who had emailed me offering a hamster cage that her son doesn’t use because he’s 21 now and no longer thinks hamsters are cool. I went to pick it up in her house in Lavington, one of those modern apartments where you have to press a buzzer downstairs and then speak through an intercom before they let you in. Great for keeping off relatives from shags. And people from the County Council’s water department. “Yes?” a young man’s voice inquired in the intercom. Everybody sounds like a pilot on those things, quite nasal. “Uhm, this is Biko, I’m here to pick up a hamster’s cage from, er, Catherine?” Catherine’s son – who bounded down to open for me was tall, polite and had really nice hair. Like a full head of black hair. I wanted to touch his hair and feel how spongy it was. He said he was Malcolm. Malcolm with the good hair. Upstairs, Catherine waited with the hamster cage on the table. It had all these bits and bobs that I had to figure out how to put back together. Her elderly mother sitting next to her. “You should write about this boy, he’s a musician and very talented. Malcom, show him your music.” She had white hair and had a shuka spread across her feet even though it was sunny outside. I asked Malcolm if he had a CD with his music. He must have really wanted to roll his eyes. It’s like asking someone if they have a compact cassette in 2017. He said evenly, “No, but you can check us out on SoundCloud: revampeke.” Do I even know how these things work? So I asked him to email me ...
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