Last week wasn’t easy; it was a heavy week in more ways than one. It was extremely productive but it didn’t bear as much fruit as I had hoped. I was a bit disappointed in how it ended. As always, there is a lesson to be learnt to keep propelling myself forward. Over the weekend
On Monday night a friend, Anna, called me frantically, I was a bit surprised, I had never heard her sound so worried. Ever. I asked her if she was OK, to which she replied she was, then she explained that she felt out of her depth in something. “OK?” I responded and she proceeded to
Dejak and Omolo had never seen eye to eye on anything, until today. They spent their entire childhood fighting each other over one thing or another. Dejak was the practical joker, he once had a friend play dead outside Omolo’s hut, smeared him in red ochre to look like he had bled from a spearing.
A cousin of mine shared an image of him deep in the snow. I was immediately filled with Nostalgia. It’s been over 20 years since I enjoyed the winter cold. He had recently been offered a job in the UK and we started to talk about his work. I was so excited for him, somewhere
Earlier last month I was graciously invited to a special event, the centenary celebrations of the Hindu SSDS temple in Nairobi. The temple was established by Indian settlers, on Thursday 26th July 1917 in what was then called Duke Street – now Ronald Ngala street, in Nairobi’s Central Business District (CBD). They further built a
Gunshots pierced the air, women and children scuttled like roaches across the city streets dodging bullets. An occasional scream of agony as flesh and bone was shattered by flying shrapnel and debris. A woman lay in the middle of the street, one leg was trapped underneath huge concrete debris, and her free leg was broken