Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Tragedy
Don’t mess with Karma!

The matatus blared at the bus stop, the sound of their awkward horns and the shouting of the touts calling out to customers and chattering of passers-by made an unusual symphony on Tom Mboya Street. The swarms of pedestrians flowed into the street from adjacent buildings and streets flowing in between traffic, boda-boda motorcycle taxis

Culture Kenya
100 Years of Indian Culture

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

Inspiration Kenya Photography
MOON SHINE

Yesterday evening, I was feeling kind of blue; something told me to pick up my camera. I had no idea what I was going to shoot till I opened the curtain and sheers in my room and there it was, in all its beauty.   I am still learning the ropes of photography; I bought

Corruption Kenya Life
WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?

The week before Christmas was very interesting.  It started off pretty angry with the mall assault. And summed up this afternoon with conversations on matters healthcare and devolution, with a doctor I met. After the chat with the doctor, on my way to the bus stop, as I crossed the road in the CBD, I

Culture Kenya Life
Colour, Grace & Culture made in Kenya

Kenya and probably only South Africa are probably the only two countries in Africa; you can find such racial diversity. Like South Africa, Kenya has Caucasians and Asians mostly Indians who are now fourth and fifth generation Kenyan, their forefathers were mostly from southern India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. They played a huge role in the

Life Mkate Nusu Tragedy
Blame it on John Legend

Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Halt. Zoom. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Splash! “Help! Help me! Oh! My GOOOOD ! Help me pleeeease!” Red jacket, wide white eyes. Pitter Patter. Eyes wide, bright light; feet cross the road. The man leaves me in effluent, garbage and muddy water. I splashed around in that manhole for what seemed

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