He sat in the hospital emergency room lobby, head hung low with his palms pressed against his temples. His jaw was clenched. He was in his blue scrubs with blood sprayed from his chest all the way down to his mid thigh. People milled past him completely oblivious of his existence. The tannoy kept blaring
I stayed up last night writing down all the different lessons that I have learnt from my Mama. And they are numerous. My mum was born a village girl, in a very progressive family. Both her parents had a career, granddad worked in the Railways, the biggest employer in the colonial times. My grandmother was
Chebet’s eyelids fluttered violently with an occasional pause. When her eyelids fluttered her eyeball seemed to move around unsettled and unsure of where to go. As her eyes rotated from side to side, so did her head in the opposite direction to where her eyes went. Chebet began to groan, it steadily grew louder, violent
By Rose Odengo You can look at Brand experience technically from a marketing perspective or simply as a human being. I choose the latter. On Sunday, I decided to roll out of the house and attend the last day of the EPZ (Export Processing Zone) expo in Nairobi before they shipped off to other cities
“How was your Christmas and New Year’s break?” Kanini asked her friend Abdi Fatah. “It was great! I just got back from Mogadishu.” He said with a huge grin. “Mogadishu?” Kanini was baffled, “…and it was great?” she thought to herself. Kanini couldn’t believe Abdi saw anything worth celebrating or being happy about in Mogadishu..
I walked in to the house around 3 pm, Mum looked exhausted. I asked her why she was sitting in silence, she looked tired. “Koreki chiew?” I asked her, she looked a bit sleepy. “A-a, stima emolal,” she responded, another blackout. Curse you Kenya power! I called and was informed that it would be resolved