I put my playlist on shuffle yesterday at 7:43pm. I was writing a meeting plan and thought why not just click that icon that looks like a pair of scissors and let it entertain me? Well, world, there’s something intriguing about shuffle. So, the first ten songs that came on were: I’m not the Only … More What I learned by playing music on shuffle
It is 1:00pm as I write this and the sun is having a family re-union here in Mbita. How are you doing? How was your Valentine’s day? I’m asking because the last time we talked, I briefly touched on traveling to Homabay County and the possibility of relocating to the county for work. Well, my … More Inspired by a telephone conversation
Can we just take a moment and appreciate this moment right here? Happy Saturday world, or should I say blogiverse? Well, it’s been a minute (as Kenyans, Nairobians in particular love to say when they haven’t seen you over two years) and I have so much to share and adventures on the road that involve … More Aki si I have been quiet!
Our people say that you should not curse the land you walk upon. They are right. They are wrong. They have no say on where you step on, but I heard about her. For every time I blink, I imagine what she would look like, her laughter, her touch, her hair…her teeth, her footsteps. When … More Forgiven: Nuru
Our people utter proverbs when the truth is heavy on their tongues. How easy it is to roll out lies, like someone casting groundnuts into their mouth, one goes in, then another, and another…and in between pauses, words are uttered, but no breath taken. These people could turn into ashes and I would walk over … More Forgiven: Baraka
Our people say that whatever weighs you down is what you hold on. They have been through many seasons, our people, but still their words have never moved their sons and daughters into living. For how could they have known that war, deceit, time and self would build a bridge so vast that even their … More Forgiven: Salama
“What would you do if I die? I wonder…like would you tell everyone you and I were close? What would you say if they asked ‘how close?’…I hate this…” I look at everything in the room but you. You have been here for two days, red watery eyes, blocked nose, a pounding headache, a certain … More Confessions