MOMBASA ONLINE: Akon launches Solar Academy to electrify Africa


It is estimated that 622 million Africans are living without
electricity. And while much of Africa still lacks access to basic
services, particularly in rural areas, the growth of Africa’s
largest economies have also been restricted, to an increasing
extent, by electricity and fuel shortages in urban areas. Some
of the most publicized cases in recent times are the ‘Dumsor’
in Ghana, ‘load shedding’ in South Africa and ongoing petrol
shortages in Nigeria.
Instead of sitting back and complaining to authorities,
Senegalese-American musician Akon is working hard to rectify
the situation himself. Akon is the performing name of the
Senegalese-American singer Aliaune Thiam, the son of
percussionist Mor Thiam. Born in the US, the five-time
Grammy nominee spent much of his childhood in Senegal –
often without electricity.
This week he launched a Solar Academy, scheduled to open
later this year in Bamako, the capital of Mali. It is aimed at
giving African engineers, technicians and entrepreneurs the
skills needed to develop solar power. The Solar Academy
could help to establish a viable platform to power homes that
previously lacked electricity or that suffer from chronic power
outages. Experts from Europe will help to supply training
equipment and programmes.
With its 320 days sunshine a year, Africa is perfectly suited to
the development of solar power. “We have the sun and
innovative technologies to bring electricity to homes and
communities,” said Samba Baithily, who founded Akon
Lighting Africa with Akon and Thione Niang. “We now need to
consolidate African expertise. The academy will aim to teach
people how to install and maintain solar-powered electricity
systems as well as micro-grids, which are really taking off in
rural Africa.”
The academy is the latest in a series of steps taken by Akon
to improve access to electricity in Africa. In 2014 the star
previously launched the Akon Lighting Africa initiative aimed at
bringing electricity to some 600 million Africans throughout the
continent by installing in rural communities off-grid solar
solutions suited to home and collective use. Elevent countries
– Mali, Senegal, Guinea, Benin, Niger, Burkina Faso, Congo
Brazzaville, Gabon, Sierra Leone, Equatorial Guinea and Kenya
– have already received this innovative equipment over the
past year.
Akon Lighting Africa initiative and its founders – Akon, Thione
Niang and Samba Bathily – were this month honoured at the
second Sustainable Energy for 4 All (SE4A) forum, organized
by the United Nations and the World Bank in New York, USA.
The success of Akon Lighting Africa is based on a unique
business model. Solar kits offered to households and small
communities are pre-financed in order to be immediately
available. According to the founders, this new approach will
help democratizing access to energy on the continent more
quickly. Thione Niang explained at the forum in New York:
“Development aid is important. However, now we must move
to an economic logic if we really want address the challenge.
Without access to energy, there is no development: no
schools, no economic activity beyond a certain time, no
communications. We came to New York to stress that if such
situation persists, then the world continues to be deprived of
all the amazing potential of Africa and Africans.”
Speaking about the new Solar Academy, Samba Bathily
explained: “We have the sun and innovative technologies to
bring electricity to homes and communities. We now need to
consolidate African expertise and that is our objective. We are
doing more than just investing in clean energy. We are
investing in human capital. We can achieve great milestones
and accelerate the African transformation process on condition
that we start training a new generation of highly qualified
African engineers, technicians and entrepreneurs now.”
“We expect the Africans who graduate from this center to
devise new, innovative, technical solutions,” added Thione
Niang. “With this Academy, we can capitalize on Akon Lighting
Africa and go further.”

M0MBASA ONLINE: Lupita Nyong’o is in the country and NO media will be allowed to film her.l



Oscar winning actress Lupta Nyong’o is in the country
and unfortunately for you guys you won’t be able to
meet her. The actress is currently in the country to
attend her younger sister’s wedding this coming
Lupita sister’s Wam is set to walk down the aisle in
Naivasha and NO media is allowed… much for a
photo session.
It will be a private family function but you never know,
someone might slip up and post a picture and we’ll be
there to post it up. Keep it right here.



I once read about one Emmy Kosgei getting
married to a certain Nigerian pastor honcho
almost double my old man’s age. And they called
it love.
I also read somewhere that it’s some West
African oil tycoon bankrolling Vera Sidika’s
bigger than life lifestyle. Chic posts flashy new
pictures every second on Instagram like it’s her
job yet she can still afford a half-a-million-
shilling weave, a quarter-million-shilling pair of
heels, a supposed fifty-million-shilling surgery,
three nights at the prestigious Villa Rosa
Kempinski and a holiday in Dubai – if gossip
sites are anything to go by these days.
Then I read again that one of my celebrity
crushes, Habida, had gotten [I don’t know if
that’s the word am looking for] married to an
Igbo mofo and relocated to the West.
That Avril has committed to a Zulu man and
wedding bells are lurking in the shadows.
That Jolene of Tahidi High had received a brand
new Kompressor as a birthday present from her
South African sweetheart.
I read in silence. Profound, albeit disturbed,
silence. And I wondered what it was that these
bozos had that we, Kenyan men, didn’t. I
wondered what it was that was driving our
lovely women away from their motherland to go
ride foreign mihoigos . I wondered what a guy
with an accent sounding like he had just
swallowed a live frog and it spat venom in his
mouth could possibly do/say to my woman that’d
make her walk out my door and straight into his
The ladies told me we don’t treat them right, that
our Oga brodas are as romantic as it gets. And I
retorted that I know I’m an ass but even I pull
out the seat for my date once in a while. And
I’m a broke good for nothing son of a mere high
school teacher but I’ve once hired a taxi to and
from a date. Coming to think of it, I never even
got laid that night. Huh!
Some told me it was about the money; that our
pockets just aren’t deep enough. Or that we are
too mean to go all out on them. To these, I told
the story of Phil [not his real name], a former
campus chum of mine who moved his beloved
out of the institution hostels to her own fully
furnished two-bedroom apartment. With a 42’
inch flat screen television, state of the art sound
system et al. He dropped by unannounced one
weekend and found her swallowing some other
punk’s cum in the sitting room, all over the
couch he had bought with his HELB money. He
came to me seeking a solution to his bliss and all
I could picture before me was that one time he
refused to buy me a bottle of beer but, instead,
sent that mami Ksh. 5000 bob to my face, telling
her to go shopping. So I said good riddance,
reminded him about the unwritten rule of Bro’s
before Hoes and he broke my nose with a single
swing. I didn’t care. I know I’m a bad friend.
But you just do not not buy me a beer then
expect me to mourn with you. Karma is two-
faced ugly bish, son!
When I came to really think hard about it, I
realized that maybe we weren’t the ones with
the problem. It could just as easily be the ladies.
See, dating a modern day Kenyan girl is as
demanding as it is tiring. You’d think you were
pulling an unmoving truck glued to your ass.
It will always start slow; you on your best
behavior and she playing ridiculously hard to
get. You will take her to lunch, probably at
Galitos [because that’s where all the ‘cool cats
are’]; buy her chocolates and ice cream on her
birthday; take her for evening coffee at
Gibson’s; meet her friends and act like you’re
the nicest character on earth, tolerating all their
B.S and non-stop gossip; you will even take them
out once in a while for a good time, where you
may end up spending much more than you
bargained for ‘cause these girls “don’t do cheap
liquor” then hire a cab and drop their drunken
butts back to their miserable hostels and walk on
Then she will begin feeling and hanging around
you more; getting touchy-feely with you all the
time, calling you sweet names. The goodnight
hugs will turn into pecks and then, with time,
full blown kisses. Then she will finally open the
doors of her kingdom to you and you will slide
in majestically, almost like a veteran soldier
heading out to war with a Third World country,
and with the precision of a butcher. She will
moan and scream your name with a few
inferences of the glorious Man Above in within
and you will feel accomplished; And proud; And
more like a Man than you ever had before. And
a voice inside you will – almost boastfully – say.
“Yes, say my name, Baby. Say my name. You
smart. You loyal!”
She will agree to a relationship the next
morning. [Count yourself lucky if she doesn’t ask
the one question no man wants to hear after a
romp. Ati, “So what are we?” My response is
always BFFs. I’ve been punched by a lady before
though, so don’t try this at home]
A couple months or so into the relationship and
all hell will break loose. She sees you talking to
another mami for two seconds and she goes red.
You fail to pick her calls, even if you were just in
the bathroom responding to an innocent call of
nature, and it’s World War III. You can’t go out
with your boys as much any more, she says she
should be your number 1 priority, and that she
deserves your undivided attention.
No matter what you do, she will always find a
way to curve an argument out of it. You will do
your best to make her happy but it will never be
enough. She will even start comparing your
relationship to that of her neighbor Tim and best
friend Daisy, who the whole town knows will
open her legs to anything that drives and has a
valid ATM card.
She will want you to take her shopping, to the
salon, even to the market. Not because she
fancies your company these days, only so you
pay for anything she sets her evil eyes on. Which
is, basically, everything.
See, I’ve come to realize that MOST Kenyan
ladies are lazy gold-digging twats. Again, I said
MOST…chill out Kilimani Mums.
And that is why even a bigwig will say ‘Yes’ to a
man with a measly 200 followers but who works
at a bank and can charter a helicopter for a
whole weekend to Mt. Kenya. I’ll leave that at
that before I get slapped with a law suit.
Kenyan ladies want to secure their futures
[which is not a bad thing, depending on how you
look at it]. It’s never just about loving or caring
about her anymore. It’s now about what you lay
on the table; even if she brings nothing herself.
Now as far as I’m concerned, Kenyan men are
trying. Kenyan men are working their asses off,
feeding bimbos who do nothing but sit around in
the house all day wearing yoga pants. We’re
holding up our ends of the bargain. Then these
very lazy putas with sagging breasts and
overgrown hips will be the first to walk out the
door at the tiniest sign of trouble – throwing all
the blame on the poor guy – and jump into the
arms of the next rich bozo that comes along.
Get me here, there are Kenyan ladies who know
the real meaning of the overused word ‘hustle’.
But there are the majority that just want to be
fed off someone else’s sweat with silver spoons.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you’re
going out with a lady that won’t even pay her
own fare then you’re wasting your time. A lady
that won’t order herself the first drink at a club;
a lady that won’t buy you a mere 200-shilling-
watch on your birthday but will be so quick to
send you a reminder – two weeks before her
own birthday – about that necklace you
promised her; a lady that, in this age and era,
still texts with “duuuhhh [or is it, daahhh?]”,
“OMG”, “Xaxa” and “K”.
The last category should just die; I’

Source: Ianreal