By
Margaretta wa Gacheru (posted 22 May 2018)
Often, when I
feel overwhelmed with an overload of stories to write, I think of Hilary
Ng’weno who was my second editor-in-chief from the time I first came to Kenya
as a Rotary Foundation fellow back in the 1970s. The first editor was the late
Odhiambo Okite, a wonderful man who advised me to apply for a job writing about
Arts and Entertainment for Stellascope, Hilary’s company. It was a job he said
hadn’t been advertised as yet.
Okite knew I
loved writing about the arts since I’d been hired to write and edit stories
about women for the NCCK publication ‘Target’. But often I’d write theatre
reviews for the paper since I was still doing a master’s degree in literature
at University of Nairobi and I’d been a member of John Ruganda’s Free Traveling
Theatre two years before.
Well, I went
for that interview and was humbled to meet this man who not only founded the
most influential political magazine in Kenya at the time, Weekly Review. Hilary
had also been Kenya’s first indigenous African editor of The Daily Nation. As
it turned out, I got the job and The Nairobi Times was officially launched in
November 1977.
One of the
first things my new workmates advised me was to keep my distance from Hilary.
Otherwise, I could easily ‘get the sack’ since his managing editor, Sarah Elderkin
didn’t want any woman spending too much time with Hilary. If she saw a staff
member female take ‘too long’ in his office, that woman wasn’t likely to last
long on the job.
It was a
warning I took seriously, especially after having one run-in early on with
Sarah. So I spoke to Hilary very rarely. But on one occasion, (the one I recall
when I feel overloaded with stories to write) Hilary saw that I was a bit slow
going on a story he was waiting for. He paused a moment, then said (to
paraphrase) he could hardly sympathize since he easily writes three or four
stories at a go and doesn’t even feel a sweat. Those were not exactly his
words, but the quantity and quality of writing he could pound out of his
typewriter (in those pre-computer days) in a flash was beyond impressive. It
was unfathomable genius.
I’d already
known that Hilary (like my brother Steve) had gone to Harvard and studied
nuclear physics (or some other esoteric brand of that science). He’d come home,
but as there weren’t jobs back then for nuclear physicists, he picked
journalism as an alternative. And that is how he came to be the Nation’s first
African editor in 1965.
What was
most thrilling about working for Hilary was being on the ground floor with his
team as he launched The Nairobi Times. I believe he envisaged it being a Kenyan
cross between New York Times, Washington Post and the London Observer.
Nairobi
Times ran from late 1977 until 1983 when we were bought by Daniel arap Moi and
became The Kenya Times. My own feeling is that our paper, NT, was ahead of its
time, just as was Hilary. The other problem I suspect was that Hilary was more
of a media man and intellectual than a savvy businessman who was shrewd about
making and managing money. He had a wonderful vision for Nairobi Times: he
wanted no petty crime stories or juicy gossip in the paper. That implicitly
meant the vast majority of newspaper-reading Kenyans wouldn’t buy the paper.
The other problem related to advertising. At the outset, Hilary insisted that
Nairobi Times was for an ‘elite’ readership. It was a marketing trope that
appealed to corporate elites and diplomats, but apparently had less relevance to
ordinary Kenyans.
Years later I learned the real problem with
Nairobi Times had been the advertising agencies which were not forthcoming
about giving Hilary ads. Apparently, a black African’s presence in the
mainstream media was not welcome, so there was a concerted effort to ensure he
couldn’t obtain the ads required to keep the paper afloat.
Whatever the
story, what I know is that it was tragic when we (the NT staff) were shipped
off to State House to ‘pay homage’ to our new boss, President Daniel arap Moi.
I had been
so humbled and am still so proud to have worked for Hilary that I refused to
stick with Kenya Times (also known as ‘Kenya Sometimes’) for long. And although
I did as I’d been advised and never got too close to Hilary, I will forever be
deeply grateful for what I gained from working with him.
First of all
was the professionalism that he always conveyed as a first class journalist.
Second was the farsighted freedom of thought that he displayed up until the
time he had to compromise when he had to sell Nairobi Times.
Occasionally,
I would write book reviews or arts stories for Weekly Review, the publication
that put Hilary on the map not just in Kenya but internationally. I was once
told the US State Department even ran a course to study the writings and analyses
by Hilary in Weekly Review.
The one
caution Hilary gave me early on in my work at Nairobi Times and Weekly Review
was be careful about the way I analyzed the arts. I had just studied for three
years with Ngugi wa Thiong’o at University of Nairobi and much of Ngugi’s
Leftist perspective had rubbed off on me. But Hilary forewarned that if I continued
writing along that line, I would either get myself deported or fired!
I took his
message seriously, and so today, I continue to write about ‘soft news’ which is
how the arts are normally viewed. For better or worse, I still write without
rocking too many people’s boats, apart from the artists. But to tell the truth,
I owe my career in journalism to Hilary. Thank you, sir, for hiring me back in
August, 1977.
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