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…
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Thank You Bob Marley
The biting cold sliced right through his seven-year old body. Although the sun was already peeping out of the hills on the distant horizon, the cold was unrelenting. He hugged his tiny chest tight. But that wasn’t enough to keep him from shivering. Bob knelt down and began milking one… in Morning Glory -
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 -
Feasting on Rabbit Fish at Kiongwe
The village stared back at us silently. I was in the driver's seat and at some point, the car almost veered off the road as I my gaze lingered at the palm-tree-branch roofed houses that we were driving by at that moment. in Lamu Read more -
Kenya's Search for Water
If you live in Nairobi or any other urban center in the country and are able to access water through the taps of your house, you are among the lucky fifty percent urban residents with piped water in their houses. According to the World Bank, barely half of Kenya's urban… in Morning Glory -
Is God Green?
Since those joyous days of my childhood when every game unlocked the gates of heaven for me, I have been to church many, many, many times. I can remember sermons on repentance when I was reminded to repent or face damnation. I repented. Or sermons on prosperity when I was… 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 -
A New Chapter, A new Sunrise
Few sounds in the world are as beautiful as kids singing. Such was the beauty emanating from one of the classes of an outstanding school in Nairobi’s Kahawa Sukari suburb. in Lamu Read more -
Hibiscus and Honey Vibes
“Make sure you try bissap, a unique soft drink that they make from hibiscus flower.” I told my friend Retha. She was in Senegal for a meeting and I had taken it upon myself to give her tips since I had also visited Senegal earlier. “I already drank it last… in Cuisine -
A Night at Dudu Villas, Lamu
The two donkeys were hurtling towards us with scared looks in their usually expressionless faces. Hot on their heels were three German Shepherd dogs. in LamuTags: LamuRead more -
Lamu Island's Yellow House
The rotting dhania, coriander, sat gloomily on top of the small fridge. It had been a sweet green color just days back in Mombasa when we bought it at Nakumatt, City Mall. But that was then. Now, thanks to a dead fridge when I arrived back in Lamu from Mombasa,… in Lamu