I’m in Mwingi, Eastern Kenya. I’m not here as a part of a fancy caucus to evaluate poverty. I’m not en route to Garissa town, up the road. I’m certainly not here for holiday either…obviously. I’m here to write …
My grandma doesn’t wait for Kenya to turn 47. She doesn’t say goodbye either. She just checks out. She dies. Her heart halts shortly after 3pm on the eve of Madaraka day. Cardiac arrest, that’s what the doctor said. …
I’m scared because I’m human. I’m scared because I don’t know this woman even though she is supposed to be a good at it. Right. I hear that a lot but word on the grapevine …
I saw this couple in traffic fight this morning. Guy looked mid thirties. Chick didn’t look a day older than 25, but it’s hard to tell nowadays with make-up and Botox. Traffic was stagnant as you would expect at …
I was in the Mara over the weekend. Yes, first time in the Mara for me. It was media trip organized by Sarova hotel. That sounds a bit misleading because it sounds somewhat studios. Somewhat bookie. Well it’s not. …
