CHANGE

My great grandmother may her dear soul rest in peace had been favored by God and she managed to live a whooping 111 years. My imagination cannot stop coining the things she might have seen in her lengthy stay with us. Through my grandmother’s eyes, I can tell with utmost confidence that only one factor…

THE SLAVE DUNGEONE

Cape Coast To Jah : BY THE MIGHTY CULTURE A brief history through the murky waters of slavery and what it meant for black people.History tends to repeat itself.Maybe it is already repeating itself today as we speak.Maybe freedom has always been eluding the black man all through.Maybe we are not yet free,in fact i…

THE BOY

He is poised by a humongous glass window, ogling at the far-flung landscape of Nairobi. He has joined the league of extra-ordinary men. He is a celebrated City chef. He chose the kitchen, or rather, the kitchen chose him. He is now an opulent and well-heeled folk. He looks at his family, a beautiful wife…

WEAH, AFRICA’S BURNING FLAME OF HOPE.

History wont judge me wrong if I altercate with the fact that the 1940’s, 50’s and 60 were some of the best years for African people. A people who had been labelled illiterate, uncivilised and mediocre found there voice around these times. Invincible African leaders awoke and they advanced there people to freedom from the…

THE DEAF BEGGAR.

The number of beggars in Kenya is progressively skyrocketing all thanks to the interior and coordination ministry.Its lunch hour but I am still in the office,punching some numbers on a spreadsheet. The report is urgent and so that means my stomach can wait.A tall,dark guy with statuesque shoulders that tapered off his thin neck like…

BLACK SUPREMACY.

A reggae legend I really respect, even though I didn’t live during his times, dropped a legendary track called the BOSS. In his music the mighty Culture a reggae legend, tries to express the reasons and illusions as to why some people deem themselves more equal than others. I didn’t intend to bore you with…

COLOURS OF A NATION.

I saw Opwondi build,setup up the foundation of an artistic building,block after block,cement cuddling block,steel kissing cement as Opwondi setup the walls that we call our nation. I saw Kimani enterprise,braving the cold morning to create some wealth and all those waves, that form the graphs we call the Economy.He values the numbers over sleep,he…

AN EMBLAZON FOR BABY BELLA.

A baby is born in the middle of the night in the little delivery room. They smack his back and feet till he cries because that is how we all make an entry into this our troubled world. That is exactly how she joined us, the little bundle of joy, from the look of things…

JANUARY DIARIES

The disgruntled landlord knocked with a loud bang on that metallic door. She sheepishly walks towards the door; her heart throbs heavily as though it would burst its way out of her chest. She reaches out to pull the door open. She is struck with a frowned face, it was the landlord. His bright red…

CHRISTMAS AND BUFFALO MEAT.

I write to you from a land so beautiful, the home of buffalos, elephants and waterbucks. The sprawling undulating terrains give way to the heavenly scenery of Mt.elgon National park. The vegetation is unique, patched up on the rocky surfaces that are numerous here.The  story begins in kitale. Bored with everyday life, like any other…

DEAR 2017

There was Raila and Uhuru and the drama that ensued. There was hope and resentment in equal measure. There was baby Pendo,the normal cycle of election and of angry youth. There was joy and sorrow. There was justice,anarchy, love and hate. There was the hundred bob couple and their faint less love. There was a…

AFRICAN EMANCIPATION.

I was watching a you-tube clip this afternoon,I was from having lunch,the lazy afternoon moments saw me click my way into some you-tube clips on my phone.It was the Kigali fashion week that caught my eye.The tall alluring beautiful Rwandan models were a wonder to gaze at.It is not only their striking beauty that would…