Category: Reflections

My brother; a stocky, well fed and hardscrabble African boy rang me up today. The man is a lifeist to thebone. He likes his rhumba, …

I can’t write about it

(Trigger Warning: This blogpost contains information pertaining to rape/sexual assault) How do you think you’ll die? If someone gave you 10 seconds to guess, how …

Little more than a hundred years ago, an excruciating cry pierces the sky in a village flung in the Western side of Kenya. It’s 1918, …

Who am I ?

The year is 1983, an enchanting melody seeps through African airwaves. Listeners lean in towards their stereos to turn up the volume because playing on …

During Christmas families across the world converge to feast celebrating the Birth of Christ. Not the case in the football world. The English Premier League …

We are because we are

Mutiinda from Tinder

I want to be healthy as a horse treading my path with formidable force. I want to be a joyous flower that blossoms every hour.