Stories centred around happenings in Kenya

How is the Kanjo Kingdom divided?

Every kingdom needs to be organized. How are territories mapped in the #KanjoKingdom?

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Nairobi’s Hard Life Turns Prostitute into a Dreaded Gangster

Nairobi, Kenya.

The first time Anita resolved to start robbing her clients, prostitution had become a nightmare to her. She had been abused and beaten up on many occasions, often by rich but stingy punters. At times, they had declined to pay her. But if they agreed to pay, they shoved a few low-currency notes and coins into her hands. All the money she got went into fending for her two children, having lost her first and second husbands to crime in less than five years.

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Kibubusa cha Kanjo – Sehemu ya Kwanza

Kibubusa Cha Kanjo ni kisa cha maskani ya wanabiashara wa Nairobi. Tazama:

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Kanjo Kingdom – Part 1

This first episode of “Kanjo Kingdom” begins an in-depth investigation into an extortion ring ran by officers from Nairobi City County’s notorious Inspectorate department. Every month, officers from this department fleece hundreds of thousands of hawkers and informal traders of up to one million dollars.

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A Game of Woes: The Kanjo Kingdom

“To report to who? … This is Kenya my friend.”
Kanjo Kingdom

These are the questions that we encounter in #KanjoKingdom.

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Kanjo Kingdom: The Numbers

Watch a trailer of Africa Uncensored‘s Kanjo Kingdom here:

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No Country for Cartoonists – The Exit of GADO Mwapembwa

JAN: “If you could draw a picture of what you felt the moment you received the news, what would it be?”

GADO: “I don’t know!” (Chuckles) “ I was blank!”
It takes a very powerful moment to make a man who has spent almost a quarter of a century filling out blank canvasses with witty cartoons to be, well, blank. Then again, it isn’t every day that you get the news that you are out of a job. After 23 years.

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Killing Asnina: The trouble with investigating murder in Northern Kenya

12:15 PM: It was the kind of heat that should have darkened the complexions of the many brown faces clumped in small groups in the middle of a hot Mandera afternoon. The sun, though, wasn’t responsible for their pained expressions. Every last person gathered on the outskirts of the town had come to witness the digging up of Asnina Musa Sheikh’s grave, as if laying their eyes on her corpse would lift the shroud of mystery around her death that engulfed the town, just like the days oppressive heat.

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