The last few weeks I am beginning to meet very interesting clients. The initial plan for these particular client meeting is simple; we were going to discuss how we could work together to build and communicate their brand story. As the conversation progresses, I realise the clients aren’t sure about their brand offering. It is
I had a powerful meeting last week with a group of friends that re-energised me. It was really interesting how we got to that point. It had only been a few months since Paul’s return to Kenya at the time we bumped in to each other in the Nairobi central business district. It was a
I teach English and journalism in a local college in the Nairobi, CBD. I do have loads of fun in class. I believe hanging around younger people keeps me young. I had become a jaded and apathetic adult. It amazes me how fast you get there. It took me just 5 years to get there.
I told my sister that my mind was made up; it would only change by an act of God. I was done with Kenya’s 2017 election. The presidential candidates guffaw. All the way down to the other 5 political positions of Governor, MP, Women’s representative, MCA and senator. I was done, no one spoke policy,
Sukuta sat on the ground head bobbing between his spread legs. His right arm rested on his right knee wielding a machete with crimson blood steadily dripping on to the dust near his feet. His son passed out on his lap, his face pale and dirty, his mouth dry and ashy, is arms and legs