Safaricom International Jazz Fest 2018

Music is not a subject I’m allowed to talk about; especially on public platforms.

I have not been to a live concert before Safaricom Jazz Fest. This was part of an assignment for a client. I had to convince my parents why it was really important for me to leave the house on a public holiday. The night before the fest my mother and I were preparing food in the kitchen when I told her out of the blues I will be leaving for work the next day.

Normally….no one leaves the house on public holidays and weekends. They are not sacred days. No. It’s just what it is.

My mother stopped what she was doing and turned to my direction. I tried acting like avocado seeds are also peeled. I knew I was in trouble so I just turned and said I know.

I know we never leave the house on public holidays. I am telling you this because I know you can talk to baba.

It’s work stuff mum. More like freelancing. It’s not like one of those free gigs I did while in campus. I get paid for those hours I work.

You know what, leave the avocados, your sister will do the rest. Go and tell your father what you just told me and see if he agrees.

Any way! That’s a story for another day.

I managed to go for the fest…the rest can bury itself.

I tried a lot of extra curricular activities in my campus days. I went for French classes (I disappeared from the class a month in), art class was difficult but manageable and then there was the music class.

The first day of class students are grouped according to their vocal abilities. Like all other instances, I was the odd one out (I was the only lady in the tenor voice category).

Our instructor Helen Mtawali was a tough but patient teacher. I watched her calm students and help them repeat their parts with tender. I am one impatient fellow who could not stand such instances.

My mother might stumble on my blog some day. I would rather stop here. Look for me. I will tell you the rest of my musical journey in campus.

They say there is a first time for everything right? Safaricom Jazz Fest was the first live concert I have been to (I just had to say it again). Just so you know by the time I left Carnivore I had lost my voice. Assignment turned fun bum.

Here are some of the photos I took.


Check out the video on my YouTube Channel:


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