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Destination TeamFairmont Young Talent Competition 2013
IT’S BACK, IT’S BIGGER AND IT’S BETTER.
For the third year running, Destination Magazine and Fairmont Hotels and Resorts have joined hands again to showcase the finest of tomorrow’s writers today.
Students from the finest prep and senior schools are invited to forward their submissions
in creative writing on a given topic which usually rides on a selected theme. A panel of influential judges will then select the top essays based on merit. The two categories of the competition are:
• 12-13 years category
• 16-17 years category
The winning entries stand a chance to win…
WINNER: Two nights for two at Fairmont Mount Kenya Safari club of Fairmont Mara Safari club for them and their immediate family.
RUNNERS UP: Lunch at Fairmont Norfolk for them and their immediate family.
Not only that, but the winning submissions will be published in the December 2013/2014 issue of Destination Magazine as well as right here. So be on the lookout.
This year the stakes are higher, the competition is bigger with more schools participating. For further information or to inquire about your school participating please email: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it
Win amazing gifts and prizes with Destination competitions. There are numerous prizes to be won but if you don’t enter in the competition your chances of winning are zero. So make sure you throw your name into the hat for a chance to win.
Fairmont Young Talent Competition 2012
The 2nd Annual Fairmont Young Talent competition came to a close on Monday 19th November with an award ceremony held for the winners at Marula Manor in Karen. The winners received their awards from Sean Walywn, Director of Sales & Marketing (Africa) at Fairmont Hotels & Resorts. The winning entries will be published in our December 2012/ January 2013 issue. The winning and runner’s up entries will be published on the website on the this page.
The Winners
A Junk and a Giraffe in Malindi
The time in East African history I would have most liked to live in is 1416, when Chinese Admiral Zheng He came to Malindi on one of his seven voyages to establish trade relations between China and new lands. It would have been amazing to arrive in a giant Chinese junk on the Swahili coast and witness the first encounter between Chinese and African people. So I let my imagination wander and I imagine being an explorer aboard this ship and keeping a diary…
Changing Perceptions of Rwandan Tribes
1890-1905 was the period when the Europeans became obsessed with tribes in African countries – where they came from, how they looked and more. The Tutsis were considered superior because they came from the horn of Africa (now Somalia), which apparently meant they were more European than the Hutus. This was based on being taller than Hutus, having more “honourable and eloquent” personalities and their willingness to convert to Roman Catholicism. I believe that
The Runners Up
I ImagIne - 1860
The time in East African history I would have most liked to live in Kenya is the 1860s as an early settler. I find this period of time fascinating because then over 90 percent of Kenya was unknown to the wider world. For thousands of years maritime traders from China, Portugal, India, Malay and many more countries had visited the coast of Kenya. However, hardly any of these visitors ventured very far inland. Little was known about the native people, languages and culture of East Africa....
An Assassination
A bullet straight to the head is how I would do it, no mercy just like the way he assassinated all his victims. Mercilessly! I can just picture how it would look like, all eyes on him as he screams to all the Ugandans, nothing but fear in the air, children watching their fate being mapped out by a mad man, everyone gathered in one place just to hear a monster speak. The plan to kill him would have been in motion for months, waiting for the perfect chance to take him out; secret codes and signals would.....
Fairmont Young Talent Competition 2011
The Winners
Nightmare and Fantasy
There it was. It’s shadowy black spots in contrast with its vivid yellow colour. It’s emerald green eyes looking so vicious yet so undisturbed. So close I could just reach out and touch it. Barely able to hear my own thoughts over its excessive breathing. How could something so elegant yet destructive even exist? I couldn’t look away once those wonderful green eyes were staring into mine. I was astounded breath taken even, but still words could not describe the excitement I was feeling. “An animals eyes have the power to speak a great language.”
The Totem
It was a Saturday morning when news of MaaLekwo’s death travelled from everyone’s tongue into everyone’s ears. Because it was Saturday, there were large crowds slowly gathering into the Sisongo Market found between Bangang and Foumbot. This morning was a sullen one in the Sisongo Market. Heavy rains that had poured down the previous night had turned the red soil into a dull brown color. Despite the wet atmosphere, people carried out their usual routines. Merchants from various parts of West Cameroon swarmed in to set up their stalls.
The Runners Up
My Favorite Holiday
We all got up very excited as our flight to Mombasa was the earliest one that morning. As excited as I was I still behaved maturely because I wanted to enjoy the holiday for which we had all waited so long.
DAY 1
We arrived at the cold airport early in the morning. I remember praying it would get hotter so that I could swim with my sister as soon as we reached Mombasa. Our flight was delayed for nearly an hour but we were calm and patient at least as best as I can remember. Finally we were told to board the aircraft.
Earth Can't be an Eighth Wonder of the World
It’s a great feeling waking up with the knowledge that, that day is going to be different. Not the usual holiday induced wake up, eat, TV and sleep routine that my brothers and I had become all too familiar with a month into the Kenyan ‘summer’. This year the typical-by-the-beach, expensive hotel, fancy not-easy-to-pronounce-cuisine, commercial airline holiday had a rival: the down and dirty adventure, and to my mothers’ dismay dirt it was. So the trip started off a bit flat. Literally. After the war of getting up by 5am that had nearly reduced the maid to tears, I dragged myself to the car only
Drostdy-Hof Photo Competition
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