Politics: The Destroyer of Lives and Challenger of Friendships
I hadn’t planned to be on email late Wednesday evening last week. I had some work I needed to finish before Thursday. Just as I was logging off my email, an email popped in from a friend of mine in the US. I read it eagerly with a smile, but the tone I read was
Communication is a Process Not a Series of Explosive Campaigns
It’s been about six months since I started working with regional non-profit organisations to streamline organisational communications. The list of problems ranged from the need for a website revamp, to a need to build a visual brand to organisations almost 20 years old never having developed a communication strategy or organisational strategy. It was surprising
Is Entrepreneurship Really Viable in Kenya?
I have been considering starting and building business for years. From 2015 to 2016 I spent a lot of time researching and interviewing young entrepreneurs trying to figure out business models that could work and could scale. I was hoping to build a small to medium-sized enterprise, the kind that gets recognition in the
I Have To Care – It’s Harder Not To
For months I have buried myself in client work and deliberately walked away from writing. Yes, most of the work that I do as a communication specialist is writing, but it was easier writing for others, than sharing my bare thoughts. That vulnerability which I revelled in for years; for the past few months started
Communication May Not Be The Problem: Have You Looked At Your Operations Lately?
When I started as a copywriter on radio and the novelty of working in media wore off. I started to notice a trend, organisations would push for advertising without an understanding of its messaging. We developed radio campaigns for various products and services from SMEs to multinationals. There was always drama with marketing and brand
Karma the Unhelpful Bitch
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