When a human being spends eleven years of their lives in the forest, braving the elements and using their bodies to physically fight for the freedom of a nation, you know that this person is a real badass. Especially when she is the only woman to have been given the title Field Marshall. So when … More Field Marshall Muthoni, the woman.
When I lived in Bungoma our askari Wafula would sit by the gate in his wicker chair every evening, tweed jacket wrapped around his shoulders, shiny pointed leather shoes tapping against the dusty ground, home-made bow and arrow by his side, and nose stuck in a book. He would rummage through my bookshelf every week … More A not so unusual love story
He takes her breath away. With a slide of his hand and a tap of his finger the breaths escape, punctuating the silence and marching into the air one after the other like hard booted soldiers. With every click of the mouse the shiny silver knobs on the mixer glide down on their own, bowing … More The Sound Engineer
Perhaps your day started out like mine; a series of intense irritation inducing incidents. I started a new job, and with it the battle of finding parking. Each morning I have been leaving earlier and earlier, hoping and failing, to snag myself a city council parking slot. Perhaps like me, this morning you left the … More Broken
I read this incredibly moving piece today by Biko Zulu http://bikozulu.co.ke/today-my-mom-will-die/ It made me think how my love for my mother has transformed over the years. From the pure adulatory love of a little me slipping my tiny feet into her silver strappy cocktail sandals, to the grudging love of my rebellious teenage brattish … More My Mother, The Daughter
After 24 years, the Kassams are on the move. This house has seen more than you can imagine, but that is a post for another day. Right now, we have a slightly urgent matter to handle. Thanks to a bastard contractor that has a special place in hell reserved for him, one where he will … More Needed: Temporary home for Strays
Because I am a benevolent blogger (I love the way that swishes in my mouth), I take requests. I got one today. Write something short and sweet. Here goes. I live with my Granny, and every now and then I have this overwhelming urge to capture her. To take a snapshot of her smell, the … More A Ditty for my Granny
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