I invited the carpenter, Frank, to my house. About six years earlier, he made a couch for me, which I loved. I donated the couch to someone else because I wanted a new design. I offered him tea, caught up a bit and then discussed the new project. Frank carried his tape measure, took measurements
The last few weeks I have met some extraordinary people who have challenged me. I was talking to a group of young African ex-pats about numerous things. But there was one conversation which has got my brain running for weeks. This conversation was the cherry on the ice cream of all conversations I have had
My friend George had called me on Sunday and asked me if I could join him in the queue early on Tuesday to vote. When I mean early, I am not taking about poll station opening time at 6 am- early. Noooooo. I am talking 3.30 am /4 am in the queue waiting for the
By Rose Odengo I am finally calm. I was so angry, I left this morning for an interview, I had my camera, my audio recorder, and my interview questions were ready. I had taken the first matatu to my location; I was walking to the next bus stop about to take my second and final