On July 1, 2019, Kenyans woke up to saddening news that Bob Collymore, the good CEO of telecommunication giant Safaricom was no more.
Not long afterwards, Kenyans were introduced to his deepest circle of friends, The Boys club. It was the coolest thing the country was witnessing on screen, immediately after the passing on of a titan.
Kenyans got to know the boys, namely; Citizen TV news anchor Jeff Koinange, KCB CEO Joshua Oigara, WPP-Scan Group CEO Bharat Thakrar, Standard Chartered Bank’s Lagos Managing Director Lamin Manjang, Radio Africa Group CEO Patrick Quarcoo, politician Peter Kenneth among others
The boys club concept then went viral everywhere. Of course, like always, social media users are never to be passed by a thing. Some of them quickly fished out passed selfies of them drinking themselves silly, and tagged it as the mboys club.
Fire spitting characters quickly noted that in a society where the number of likes on Facebook and Twitter and Instagram; the number of retweets on twitter plus WhatsApp status views is a validation tool, then real friendship will seize existing.
“If you can’t solve a financial problem with two calls, you definitely need to change your circle of friends,” an anonymous social media commentator once wrote.
Now, this kept me thinking. Who are the Boys in my life? Where do we meet? What do we discourse about? Do we know each other’s families?
Unlike the norm, I recently used a Matatu to get home. There I was, sited amidst the mess of booming music. Anyways, I am a young person and the chorus is wamlambez and wamnyonyez. Whatever message in the refrain is beyond the understanding of youth. May be it could be subject to interpretation by elders in Khiswero.
But the noise disrespected the fact that I am youth, it spawned ‘problems’ in my ears, instead. I can’t hear! My ears cannot listen to what the world is used to. Not anymore.
Former health cabinet secretary Cleopa Mailu once blamed loud music in matatus and recreational facilities like clubs for the rising cases of ear problems in the country. Has this affected me? No…yes! Or it depends.
My phone developed problems as I got home that evening. It meant being off, from internet as well. I was seeing Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, WhatsApp, blablablah on Viu Sasa, literally.
I was a social media zealot. My first and last ritual of the day was putting one last glance over my, WhatsApp and Facebook. My thoughts and actions having been driven by flimsy notifications.
The following day I managed a Mulika mwizi to keep me going. Gosh! No messages, just few calls from one or two friends who felt the need to find out what was happening on my side.
It is then that I discovered I had not been living a life of substance. Captivated by many friends online, and a few on ground.
While today I might sound old-fashioned, I have learnt to start forming my boys club. Away from the chaos of internet, I have learnt how to take deep breaths, relax and stay happy. Everyone needs someone who can make phone calls and make things happen.
Collymore shared very little information about his family, he made real friends, and he talked to real people.
The people with whom your bond is made will mostly be the one who would stay with you, they aren’t the people on Facebook and WhatsApp and what have yous.
I have resolved to form my ‘Boys club’, what about you?