I Cannot See Something I Cannot Unsee
Probably the best statement I absorbed from the BAKE Digital Camp . I have never set my eyes on Caroline Mutoko (This is a registered brand BTW. Caroline, please don’t sue me) but…
160 posts published in 2015.
Probably the best statement I absorbed from the BAKE Digital Camp . I have never set my eyes on Caroline Mutoko (This is a registered brand BTW. Caroline, please don’t sue me) but…
#LifeLessons from an 80 year old man. 1. Have a firm handshake. 2. Look people in the eye. 3. Sing in the shower. 4. Own a great stereo system. 5. If in a fight, hit first and…
He walks as if his sugarcane legs would unhinge and fall apart. He is a human robot, screwed to joints like an old Texas harvester. His art is in his words, well crafted,…
You probably didn’t know of the two seas that meet and don’t mix. Make Google your friend. You probably didn’t know of the confluence of the Thompson and Fraser Rivers (Lytton,…
It is 6am and I am awakened by the booming of bass drum sounds on a stereo coupled with the sound of stringed instruments and vocals that could split my eardrums. I had slept…
I love the dust But hate the lust I love the green And loathe the sin I hate the river between The river that clash the tribes within I hate the slate, the back-stab I hate the…
Kenya is a sweet place to live in. Kenya is on another level of beauty, peace and harmony, but for selected people. Tell a street family of the beauty in Kenya, tell them of…
Amidst any self-proclaimed worldly seraph Amidst any masquerading gladiator Amidst the slander and the slate Amidst the dreary lifestyle Be that amaranth Garland your crown with…
It’s a Sunday afternoon and you have this indoor mood. Like professor Bamba awaiting his Mexican friends, you want to browse those channels on that Tv. You want to watch those…
Nangooyia ene Niini is definitely out to make history at Kikelelwa in Loitokitok sub-county as the first Maasai woman in the area to win a property tussle. The woman had just won…
Chilly height Mindful sight A worker walks home A watchman so lone Stray dogs yowl As whores present their bowls Chilly wee But sweet as releasing a pee Lights in the distance…
My love I will not run miles for you Neither will I trudge rocky hills for you I cannot promise the constant supply Neither the harsh struggle and the sigh Or to say the plain…
I still write every week, on purpose, faith and building where you are.