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Elohi Tembea Nami: KBC Studio Mashinani; Appreciation

 If I were to give it a monetary value, I’d say, around 300-500K, both the audio recording and the video recording. So, thank you all who made it happen, more so, KBC's Studio Mashinani, Langata.

So, you’ve been writing songs, doing practice, knocking on studio’s doors. Well, recording and production costs are out of your reach. Still, you hope and pray. You trust in the Lord. Years go by. You write more songs, for the urge is always there and tomorrow might be your day.

You are there, listening to KBC Radio Taifa. Are you talented? In music, in jingles, in poetry? If yes, don’t sit on your talent at home. Hasten to the nearest Studio Mashinani. The government cares for you. The government understands the Creative Economy as having the potential to create thousands of jobs. The next morning finds you at the national broadcaster’s headquarters at Nairobi’s CBD.

The very next day, you are at Langata, the Studio Mashinani that’s closest to you. Thing is, there are several around the country, equipped with the best: equipment, staff, ambience. You book studio time… a beat is made… rehearsals… recording… mastering… video shooting… video editing… tedious, involving, lots of work… but the staff are ever gracious every time you are there.

The end product? ‘Elohi Tembea Nami’ by Sant Mark (yours truly). This is an inspiring song that whatever your travails, ask the Lord to walk with you and everything will be alright. Kindly like, share and subscribe to my channel.

The link to my song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9jE6HRTBI4

(Get my short stories collection at: https://nuriakenya.com/product/a-funeral-dress-for-nyasuguta-by-mark-mwangi/ )

Asanteni!


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