‘I need your help.’ ‘I have gone to see a man about a dog. What’s up?’ See, Jesus at thirty enjoyed a clique of twelve close friends. Myself, at twenty-five boasts of one friend, the low maintenance type. The ones… Continue Reading →
A writer writing about another writer is an elixir on its own. It is looking in the mirror, and writing about the reflection. The mirror is an interesting phenomenon, but the True Mirror is even more thrilling. The True Mirror… Continue Reading →
Over the recent polls, I have come to admire Dr. David Ndii’s strong stance on how the government runs the economy of this country. Apart from his brilliant academic dossier, he has stood his ground. In 7 Habits of a… Continue Reading →
She hissed between her teeth,’ He cheated.’ ‘What?’ I lost balance off the plank and fell on my belly. ‘Again?’ The smell of sweat, dust and desperation fill up the air in the gym. Papa, the gym trainer, a 6… Continue Reading →
” The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes himHe can no longer see past his own thoughtsHe’s trappedWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas start to take rootsSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to… Continue Reading →
These frantic and highly militarized exams have revealed the rot and impunity masked by this education system that overemphasizes good grades over holistic development of the child. The media and other stake holders have put us through a circus with… Continue Reading →
I had made up my mind to sit out the political conundrum ensuing this nation after the botched revolution. But you see, once you cast the ballot, democracy becomes another thing bigger than you. Because you come to understand the… Continue Reading →
I had run into him more than a million times, a perfect stranger who we probably shared a seat in a matatu. We ply the same route home, a route run by a cavalier of savage and sarcastic touts who… Continue Reading →
What’s your greatest fear? What makes you shudder? The things that make you feel weak inside just thinking about them. Everyone has a fear, or the greatest fear. My greatest fear is never being the best version of myself. Others… Continue Reading →
The dirty banner reads ‘Kaloleni Pub’. From where I stand, it reeks of nothing but dinginess. It is a small pub stacked between sheds of similar stature in the backstreets of California, some shanty hood in the heart of Eldoret…. Continue Reading →
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