Babu dresses people for a living. The first time he told me that, I remember laughing it off, because who does not know how to dress surely? It is the first thing that you are taught by your mother, even before you learn how to bathe yourself. Yet, when you think of any celebrity you know in this country – most likely, s/he had been dressed by Babu.
So what is this nonsense about you going to where you grew up for Christmas and catching malaria, eh? Your entire life, you have never caught malaria. Then you spend a week in Nyanza and all of a sudden the whole medical profession cannot have peace? There is no way your home could have given you malaria, not after 28 years. Kwani which mosquitoes have been biting you your whole life? Ai. Chokeee! What kind of upside-down science are they teaching in universities these days? Or is your name no longer Magunga?
Safaricom had come in as the network to connect people. What you do with it is really up to you, I guess.
You people think we are stupid, donge? Uparo ni wiwa odhiek gi nyuka monindo? Hmmm. We are not children to be so easily amused. This your government has shown us things. Many things. But not justice.
Think of hiking as a metaphor for life. You start at the bottom and the goal is to get to the top. When you’re at the base, you are many, but as the trip goes on, the crowd thins and the distance between the climbers increases. That’s just because our pace is different. Other people move fast and others slow. If you ng’ang’ana too much with the fast guys, you will tire. The ones slower than you might also hold you back.
When I first met Phyllis, she belonged to my elder brother. I had seen Nimrod…
What is the truth, and at this point, who will it help?” Her mother – Pamela – sought after the truth of Tom Mboya’s death until the day she ran out of air. Would it be fair to expect Maureen and her siblings to also pursue the same?
I consider myself lucky though, you know? Imagine if things were different. Like it I was a girl, or if I was from a highly religious family, or both. Like Zahra. Imagine if I was a Zahra and got pregnant. Imagine if I was a boy, but had feelings for another boy and we were caught pants down (in every meaning of that phrase). This story would have been completely different, and most likely, more tragic.
And even though the flames that will eat his body to ash will eventually die, I can only hope that the ones he lit in the altar of so many people’s hearts will keep burning in memory of a man that truly loved the world he left behind.
It is a text from HELB all right, but it says nothing about me getting my government student loan. All it says is that I am supposed to follow a certain link to get Barclays Scholarship. Now what the hell is this? Kwanza me these things for scholarship scholarship things, uh-uh. I did not want them. Because you know me I was a mwana wa thagana, and at the time my ushamba was telling me scholarship meant that you were being taken abroad. And we had all heard these stories of people being cheated ati wanapelekwa ulaya kusoma, kumbe they are being taken to work as servants. Halafu that was also the time when there were trending news of how Africans are being enslaved and killed in those countries of cold.