Tamms is Luo. So is Kim. But they are also Kikuyu. Which means they don’t belong to any tribe. Tamms aptly calls it, Half Tribe. When you ask her what tribe she belongs to, she says, “I’m half Kikuyu …
A Kenyan lady somewhere in the Europe sent a message to my inbox: “Hello Jackson, I know that many Kenyans out there are roasting girls over this issue of girls going out with guys old enough to be their …
From the air, South Sudan looks like a decrepit village rising into a city. Dusty roads wind around red, green and blue roofed buildings. There are clusters of huts. You can count the tarmacked roads from the air. The …
Have you ever driven against a wave of manual labourers rushing to work? A horde of them, wearing shades of brown, jackets with tired linings, scruffy shoes and flailing hands, trudging like an army marching to a war they …
A girl from USIU shows up at our office to interview me. She’s a brown, fragile-looking girl with a thin smile and laughter that can’t fit in her fist. Joy Ruguru. She’s wearing these round-toed flat shoes and somewhat …
