A STAR AND A GOFER.
A new month means a new blog. Yay! This time, I’m taking you back to a pivotal moment in my career when a production house in Nairobi hired me, but before that, I started as an intern. At the time, I lived along Mombasa Road and had to commute to Westlands daily. The journey was tedious, yet strangely satisfying. I loved my job and looked forward to it every single day. But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself so let’s rewind. Before landing this job, I had an acting job which kept me afloat. Even though I would be on set for two or three days depending on the schedule, I still wanted to do more. To avoid the monotony of being stuck at home, I often spent time at a friend’s business, assisting her just to stay busy. The alternative was endlessly watching my bulky Cathode Ray Tube television (a TV ya mgongo , as we called them) felt unbearable. I had memorized every commercial and program lineup from morning to night, and that was anything but fun. She introduced me to her cousin, ...