I had been shopping for new business networks, I hadn’t made much headway. My sister randomly sent me an email with an e-flyer from the League of Young Professionals (LYP). The topic wasn’t great, but you know, it’s an opportunity to meet new people and hopefully make some business leads. I made the advanced payment,
The simple answer; a talented copywriter. I had never heard of a copywriter until I became one. I would listen to radio adverts but I never knew that there was a specific person, with a specific skill set, who crafted commercials. It was the on the job training that got me to really understand the role
Billy and his friends were riding their bikes outside, they had ridden around in circles around the apartment block and they were tired. “Let’s go over to Kinyua’s”, Collo suggested. The boys looked at each other, there were some non-committal shrugs, other’s nodded. “Come on! What are we doing here? You sisters can…” Ochieng’ was
“Make it simple! Make it easy! Don’t think to hard!” Rahab kept saying that over and over again. She had been standing at the edge of the cage for 15 minutes. She was suspended 90 metres in the air. She would inch up on her toes and flap her arms around and then inch back
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Cover Image: All rights www.sauti-sol.com My body is so sore. Buut you know what? Every bit of the aches and pain was worth it. It rained last week; I wasn’t going to traverse the city in that mess for dance class. Missing that one week, on the other hand, was awful. My body needed some
Reuben emerged from the matatu the sun blinded him he shielded his face with his forearm. His feet steadily stepping on the tarmac at the bus stop. A garbage fire was ragging a foot from him, the heat startled him, he jolted away and bumped into someone. The man clicked, “watch where you are going?”