Focal Point

In recent years, Kenyan Football has been on a rennaicance of sorts and in the thick of the resurgence of the game from the unrelenting murks and bogs of corruption, was Sofapaka F.C. Birthed in 2002 as a men's team for a fellowship, Sofapaka  proceeded to the nationwide league ( Kenya's second tier football league) in 2004 under the stewardship of current chairman Elly Kalekwa. Their penchant for upsetting odds continued as five years later, Sofapaka found themselves in the Kenya Premier League and boy,did they announce their grand entry or what! In their maiden voyage, the Sofapaka ship set on sail and rattled, erased and rewrote the history books by becoming the first team to claim the KPL title in their first try. From there on however, the odyssey has been topsy turvy, but their exploits in CAF Confedarationd cup in 2011, one that saw them overcome Egyptian powerhouse Zamalek(in the process breaking Kenyan team's jinx against North African opposition) and steamroll a

To my fallen uncle... An uncle but forever a grandfather, And in forever you have been thus, In you we found the old man we were privileged not to have. While the time spent together might be scant, The impact was lasting, hitting harder than a storm buffetting the wall of a lone house, Memories not to be erased by the passage of time. Even after death snuck up on you like a thief in the night, Remember that we are here to keep and cherish, The good the bad and in between memories we shared, The history and legacy we wrote without our knowledge. From the tasty mandazis at Christmas dawn, To the delicious drumsticks on New Year's eve, From the loud but comically relieving inebriated rants, To the long unexpected wave goodbye, We love you. In the life you live hereafter, May the peace you cherished be found wherever you are, just as you lived. Until we meet again,Uncle Ambuzi,rest in peace.

Words are barely enough to quantify The magitude of sorrow inflicted by the fallen lights of a glittering life. We knew no better comedy than you Mr Ojwang' And we knew not of our happy times until you left our screens. For our shortcomings and negligence, please forgive us. Pardon the shortfall of our amnesiac memories but please take this epitaph as a deep appreciation of your incomparable humour and longevity. Where you have set foot, Whatever trail you have blazed, The glitter that you have left flickering behind you, Will forever be etched in the fond folds of our memories. From now henceforth,twelfth of July will forever hold a reminder to us and posterity, A reminder that in a country marred by juvenile political atmosphere and a morass of corruption,there once walked a man of integrity. A great man to whom humour was a calling,acting a definition of. A day that will forever remind us of when you went, hereafter, to explore the unknown lands of the afterlife.

DEAR GOVERNMENT, It hasn't escaped my attention that a lot of make-up work is going on on our roads (a good thing),neither has it escaped my attention that said make-up takes place in the rush hour of the morning (a very bad thing). And, to add to my list of 'not-escaping-attention stuff', is the fact that these repair works are coinciding with the hyped second coming of Big bro Barry(honestly, I don't know what to make of that). Now, dear government, there is nothing as refreshing and relieving as seeing that huge crater that once swallowed a Vitz getting kicked on its deep ball by some good repair work. However, I pose - does it have to be in the morning?  I believe most road construction take place in the night, or, you know at a less busy time of day (so basically night). Sure I know you want us to see the good job being done, but guess what? We don't want to see it being done. We just want to be like,"Hey the roads are less jumpy today. I wonder whats w