
I’ve been sitting on this little nugget of information for the last month, but am happy to finally announce that I’ll be going to the DEMO ‘08 conference in January. DEMO is the leading conference for new technologies to launch. It’s generally packed with a ton of VC’s, startups and some really interesting people. DEMO is one of the very best conferences in the tech space and one that I’ve always wanted to attend.

“DEMO is the premier launch venue for new products, technologies and companies. For more than 16 years, DEMO has established a reputation for identifying and presenting to an elite audience the products most likely to have a significant impact on the marketplace and market trends in the coming year. “
Africa: The Untapped Continent
I was initially approached because of my writing on AfriGadget and WhiteAfrican - where I try to cover the spectrum of low-tech to high-tech innovation happening in Africa. Juliana (aka: Afromusing), another AfriGadget editor and also an editor of Global Voices, will be on the panel as well. [Update: Mike Stopforth will be there to represent some of the views from the South African community as well - which I’m thrilled to hear!]
What they want us to discuss is the future. Specifically, this audience is highly interested in investment, so we will be discussing how Africa is a virtually untapped region, areas of growth, and we’ll be filling them in on companies and ideas that they had no idea existed.
My goal, as many long-time readers will expect, is to get the audience to understand that there are huge opportunities in Africa. This runs the gamut - from low-tech innovations that can be scaled for distribution globally, to high-tech mobile phone services that grab millions of consumers in Africa.
Needless to say, I’m really excited about this. It puts me right in front of an audience who have the resources necessary to make the ideas that I talk about everyday into reality. These are the people who can help African companies grow and become players on the world stage.
If you want to see more of what types of things go on at DEMO, check out their past DEMO videos.

The sea in Mombasa is playful at this time of the year. The waves are gentle and ride on top of one another like playful kittens. When the waves break, they make the sound like the one a huge banana plant makes on hitting the ground – complete with the coordinated ruffle of the leaves slapping away the dust. And then the water will spill onto the sandy beach and retreat immediately with the sound of a fizzled drink pouring onto a formica table. The suddenness with which the water creeps up to your ankles will make you instinctively retreat higher aground. And in an instant, you footsteps on the sand are wiped out of existence. And time and again the impressions of your footsteps are cleaned from the golden sands and vanish, like the burden of sin each time it is confessed.

I think the rainfall in Mombasa is considerate. Though heavy, it falls for only a short time. I think the clouds in Mombasa are kind for even during a storm, they do not completely obliterate the sunlight. And so if you are caught in the rain, you will be thoroughly soaked within a few minutes, but will be dry before you get to your destination.

If you still have a sense of humour after being poured on, you might be amused by the fact that your clothes and body will be steaming as they rapidly dry in the ferocious heat of an African coastal afternoon.
The well-dressed gentleman who caught my attention was carrying a black polythene bag. And after easing himself into an empty parking slot outside Taco Bell Club (formerly Arturo) along Moi Avenue in Nairobi, he proceeded transforming himself into a woman.

First, he fished out a black skirt from the polythene bag and wore it over his pair of trousers. He then carefully folded each leg of the pants upwards so that it was completely covered by the skirt. In doing this, he uncovered a pair of socks that denied him a few points from the intended feminine look. Next, he removed a headscarf from the plastic bag and carefully tied it around his head ‘shags woman’ style.

He then proceeded to smooth out the new attire over his non-existent curves, leaving him looking like a careless woman who left the house in the clothes she slept in.
Satisfied with the desired effect, the man moved a few paces to an open space next to the big City Clock near the Kencom bus stop where he loudly proclaimed that his name was ‘Nyengese’, and that he had just reported to his ‘office’. And within a short while, the man had attracted a sizeable crowd of Nairobians to benefit from his verbal and gestureculatory comedy.

And soon, coins were dropping around his feet, decorating the concrete floor of his ‘office’ with shiny spots of copper and silver.