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Leaving for Kakuma Refugee Camp
“Hey Nashibe!” I shouted to my sister through the window, “I’m going to Turkana!” She opened the door for me smiling, “so, you are going back to Turkana after two years. Same place?” I explained to her that this time round, I was going to Kakuma refugee camp, the biggest…
Haute Couture Fashion Made in a Maasai Village
We picked George at a small town along the Kitengela-Namanga road. He was a lanky guy with a spark in his eyes. The kind of spark that says, ‘I am ready to take on the world and will stop at nothing.’ I liked that. I am always on the lookout…
Changing the World from Bangalore
The group discussion was getting intense, like a sprint hurtling to the finish line. On my right was a lanky participant from Eastern Europe. He had a serious face but friendly presence. On my left was a bespectacled young man from Sri Lanka, decked in a tucked-in checked shirt. To…
The Magic of my First Time in Egypt
On that day that I left for my first ever trip to Egypt, my sister Gish escorted me to the airport. She always did this back then. Whenever I was traveling out of the country, papa would pray, then Gish, myself and any other visitors who happened to be visiting…
Mida Creek's Three Little White Birds
The Mida Creek boardwalk was rickety, swaying from side to side as Alex and I walked over it. Although Alex was striding along, my walk was more like a shuffle of a drunk hippo. The boardwalk was lined with two sturdy ropes on either side. Although I was grabbing them…
Finding Freedom in a Turkana Desert
The white goat next to me was looking at me with sympathy. Am serious. Its hollow eyes were staring down at me with a clear 'poor guy' look. I was sitting cross legged, leaning on the rough metallic walls of the truck. In the center of the truck were nearly…
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Whooooa! That Sweet Feeling
At exactly 6.37 AM on July 7th 2020, I jumped onto Moja my beloved Bike, waved bye to The Growler, my equally beloved Subaru Forrester, car and started cycling. A minute later, I remembered that I hadn’t tucked in my sports pants, so I alighted and tucked them into my… in Morning Glory -
The Sheer Sweetness of Gatanga's Sour Porridge
The warm glow that am feeling in my spirit has nothing to do with chicken biryani, one of my favorite meals. Rather, the warm glow is stemming from a sip of sour porridge from Gatanga. Every sip seems to set ablaze a joyful campfire in my heart. in 200 Words Read more -
Amplifying Wangari Maathai’s Voice for a Better Africa
I last met Wangari Maathai on the evening of July 26 2010 during the screening of her autobiographical movie, ‘Taking Root, the Vision of Wangari Maathai.’ The screening was at the Alliance Francaise auditorium. We watched as the film vindicated Martin Luther King Jnr’s words that ‘The arc of the… in Morning Glory -
In Less Than Six Minutes
I don’t think I will run a sub-6 12 kilometers today, I thought to myself. Or maybe I will. We shall see. Unlike the anniversary of Bob Marley when I was determined to run a sub-6 12 kilometer morning run, this time I wasn’t brimming with confidence. On three occasions,… in Morning Glory -
Revisiting Thomas Sankara’s Vision of a Better Africa
“You cannot carry out fundamental change without a certain amount of madness. In this case, it comes from nonconformity, the courage to turn your back on the old formulas, the courage to invent the future. It took the madmen of yesterday for us to be able to act with extreme… in Morning Glory -
African Youth Need More Jobs, Not More Conflict
Dear Mama Africa, RE: AFRICAN YOUTH NEED MORE JOBS, NOT MORE CONFLICT How are you today? How are you feeling about the 54 countries that call you mama? You will be glad to know that Ethiopia’s Prime Minister Abiy Ahmed visited Kenya on Wednesday 9th December. I have mixed feelings… in Morning Glory -
When I Fled from Terror
My thigh was shaking as I pressed the accelerator. Truth be told, I was very, very scared. Next to me in the co-driver seat of The Growler, as my friends refer to my Subaru Forester, was Mutua a young Red Cross volunteer who was also fleeing from Lamu. Flee. I… in Morning Glory -
Running in Nairobi with Lamu on my Mind
That day, Monday 15th June started off in the middle of the night, like all other days. After jumping out of bed, flicking on my laptop and brushing my teeth, I sank into my maroon chair and relaxed for a few seconds. I thought about the maroon chair I was… in Morning Glory -
Running with Kadzo
Think of your favorite gospel musician. Is it the timeless Don Moen, whose soothing voice has filled many living rooms and churches over the last few decades? Or is it Travis Greene whose song, ‘He made a Way’ has become a contemporary classic? Or maybe the Hillsong worship team, whose… in Morning Glory -
La Reine in The Driver's Seat
Earlier that cold October morning when I sat in my home office and began writing a few paragraphs of ‘Green Decisions,’ a book that am writing, it occurred to me that based on the confidence that I had seen rippling through La Reine’s eyes as she drove, time was ripe… in Morning Glory