46 million Kenyans out of 54 million pop can access the internet. 23 million Tanzanians out of 61 million pop can access the internet. Kenya has an internet access rate of 85% and TZ- 23%. Then why is it that Tanzanian songs are being streamed on youtube more than Kenyan songs?
When it comes to internet penetration, Kenya sits among the best in the world.
This is Diamond Platinumz' YT stream insight for the last 12 months.
Nairobi has streamed his songs 83.5 mil times, Dar Es Salaam has streamed his songs 70 mil times in the same period.
Kenya has streamed his songs 109 mil times. Tanzania has streamed his songs 81.6 mill times.
When Willy Pual and Bahati were at the foot of their careers, they produced songs with Tanzania's Bongo flavor. Same to Otile Brown whose style is related to bongo. He is the most viewed Kenyan artist. Is it therefore safe to say that Kenyan love bongo flavas than other genres?
I don't think if the quality of song lyrics tells the whole story behind the low numbers in the consumption of Kenyan music.
There are Kenyan songs with beautiful messages. Check out these songs;
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When my girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend started getting too cozy and flirty with my then-girlfriend during a trip in Naivasha, I became jittery and caused an unsettling scene. Nancy was the type of girl who traveled to quench her desire to explore the world as well
as flaunt it on social media.
The number of vacations that Nancy partook every month were bothersome to my frail heart. My jealousy was inspired by the continuous sight of guys on her trip photos. And so, I complained.
‘You go out on way too many vacations, tours, road trips
, or whatever you call the weekend journeys that you make every month,’ it was a complaint, a genuine one. ‘I am never comfortable especially when you go out on these trips with guys!’ I added.
‘There are girls too, but what would you know about trips when you chose to lead
Going back to my family and the society to report my decision to drop out of campus was going to be a mentally grueling and taxing task. I knew they would be disappointed, angry, happy, impassive even. What I did not know was how
far they would have extended these emotions.
I left the University of Nairobi at the end of the second semester, at the onset of the annual university long holiday.Therefore, it wasn’t unnatural for my cousin to find me at his home when he came back from his job in the evening
. He stayed in LuckSummer.
I spent the better part of my few days at his place creating ways to inform him that I had dropped out of school. I wanted to burden him with the task of informing the rest of the family about my decision. He was the eldest of my cousins.
When I landed back in the village as a dropout, many people tried to figure out or come up with reasons why I had absconded my studies. I used to tell people that I had grown to hate the degree that I was awarded or I was awarded a degree that was not compatible with my brain.
Many people, however, did not buy my reasons. Some said that I had been bewitched by an old witch lady in my village. I had been bewitched beyond redeemable. They said the woman had witchcraft powers whose pedigree would leave the Nigerian witchdoctors envious of her powers.
A month after I went back home, a relative told me that one of my pictures, taken when I was a kid, had been retrieved from the hut of the old witch. They found the photo after the villagers raided her house in suspicion of practicing witchcraft.
Dear struggling university students, before you make that haste decision to quit school; 1) Society perceives a university dropout to be a bigger failure than a primary or high school dropout. 2) The likelihood of getting back to school in the future is near zero.
3). The outside is not greener. Society is very harsh to failures. Our society believes that one can only make it in life through education, therefore, to fail at it might be perceived to be the biggest failure in life. 4) Your risk getting rejected by family and society....
Especially by people who believe that they have invested money, time, and resources for you to join university. You will be subjected to constant ridicule, unfair judgment, insults and trolls. You will lose the respect and admiration that you had from society.
This week, 7 years ago, in 2014, I decided to abscond my university studies for good. I made the unprovoked decision to drop out of The University Of Nairobi after intentionally skipping my second year's main exams.
A true-life story thread.
During that semester, I never attended any class apart from chemistry unit laboratory practicals that involved alcohols.
This decision proceeded a semester with a series of dark moments, near-death experiences, depression, drug and alcohol abuse, and suicide attempts.
I joined The University Of Nairobi as a late-teenage provincial boy. As I was transitioning from boyhood into adulthood, I suddenly developed an intense desire of wanting to know my true identity in society.
‘Our agency does not rent out houses to beggars. We are not a charitable organization. I am tired of begging you to pay rent. Hama from our houses kaa umeshindwa kulipa rent!’ My house agent said over the phone.
‘Ata nyumba si zako!’
I thought of saying that. Instead, I said, ‘I am sorry, madam. This month flipped me upside down.’
‘It is almost coming to the end of the second month, Mr. Sakwah,’ she reminded me. ‘Do you think I was employed to beg you to pay your rent? There are so many people who can
afford your rent.’ She was doing what she was supposed to do, but I felt her tone was condescending. At the end of the phone call, she gave me a two-day ultimatum to clear the two months’ rent arrears or risk facing an eviction.
‘I swear, by the end of the two days,