Travel

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…