My pal’s mom kicked the bucket two years ago. Her memorial was last Friday at their village, a place called Ugenya which is in Siaya District. For all you who have never been past Limuru, Siaya is in Nyanza. …
This city is bigger than us. This city doesn’t belong to us. It’s a conduit, a tunnel, and we pass through it with dreams, hopes, disappointments, triumphs. By the way just so you know, this is not a poem. …
These kids were minding there own business walking from school and yakking on about school stuff. No they weren’t running away from me, they were running because I showed them the cover of Nation which had the picture of …
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 …
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. …
