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Efficiency – One Word a Tonne of Difference

In May last year, I went online on to the government portal, e-Citizen, to apply for the new e-passport. Since 2013/14 thanks to a progressive cabinet secretary, the government finally decided to automate some of its services easing the process of acquiring passports, driver’s licenses, visas etc. This was a relief, no bribes, just government

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Kenyan Life – A National Commodity

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

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Of Friends, Climate Change and Alchoblow

Saturday was absolutely amazing. I got to catch up with my good friend and phenomenal environmental journalist Sophie Mbugua. It was so great catching up after years. We talked about tonnes of things. Sophie is extremely passionate about Sustainable cities, it seems like a very abstract; UN conference discussion which bears no wait on Africa

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Goodbye Gym! Hello Tango!

The last time I wrote something I had kicked off at the gym, needless to say, that didn’t last. I had clean forgot that whenever I went to a gym it was always for a cardio work out; Zumba, Afro dance or aerobics etc, it never was direct hardcore training. I don’t like it at

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Red Carpet Welcome

“Is that my name people are calling out?” Anyango looked around and saw people standing and clapping looking at her.” She was dumbfounded; it took a few seconds to register. It was her name they were calling. Why were all these people clapping? She looked around her seeing familiar faces, she stood and froze. Could

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The Power of Simplicity

One of most powerful stories I have read in the past few years is Khaled Hosseini’s,  A Thousand Splendid Suns. What drew me the most to it was the sensory experience of the read. I could feel myself in the room with the characters; I could see myself walking on the streets of Kabul and

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