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Let’s say your eyes are stuck on your gadget reading this post. You have had that king’s breakfast, you are just from that tea break, you are preparing for lunch and your day is…
266 posts published in 2016.
Let’s say your eyes are stuck on your gadget reading this post. You have had that king’s breakfast, you are just from that tea break, you are preparing for lunch and your day is…
I never thought that in my writing journey I will get to know someone who can write from his/her soul, one who can share his/her life experiences to inspire others, not until a…
I cannot tell you when last I saw Okumba calm. I cannot either tell you the number of times the guy’s mighty hand has trampled on my back but I can tell you the last time he cried…

I was not cuddled as a toddler Never had the latest of brickgames and Rubik’s Cube I never knew what it is to own the latest Nintendo or Wii But I had my tin made bus Made by one,…
A Maasailess Generation I don’t know Maasai, I cannot give a continuous error-free speech in Maasai. I can hear, I can comprehend much but not ALL. My names are Stephen Siloma…

God, your ways I cannot fathom Your Power I cannot explain I mean, not so long I was eating from the remains of my enemies I was at the feet and mercy of my oppressors I had to…
I was thinking about my past agnostic life. I was thinking of how stupid I regarded Christians as; praising, worshipping and yet they were the poorest. I thought, it’s never that…
My names are Keziah Muthoni but my friends prefer to call me Kez. This is #MyKkrewBsStory… I wanted to get married to a celeb and so in 2009 I overheard of this place called Kkrew…

I cannot be you Maybe because my nose is proportional and yours is not I cannot live like you, talk like you or walk your ways Maybe because am unique in my own way Am not always…
I walk into the room and the smartly dressed Nyawira greets me with a smile. She looks stunning and bright, dressed in black with her orange necklace and her bright yellow…
I am born of Christ With myself I don’t consider more fond of light Nor my walks agile and gentle to conform But one thing for sure, I know my steps are ordered And my paths are…
Perhaps the most troubling complication of the youth of this age is the issue to do with the affairs of the heart and the relationships thereof. Not so much as to go deep into…
I still write every week, on purpose, faith and building where you are.