I was born on the wrong side, the opposition side. The side that attempted a coup d’état to overthrow President Moi.
The locals called them Ninjas, for if they were not, how then could these children survive their hard lives? How could they endure their pain without...
There is adrenaline rushing through my veins. Too much cortisol is pouring into my system. Every time I hear a police car. To one group, the...
The hope and goodwill of poor Kenyans is the currency that has kept the criminally negligent government of Kenya afloat. And this hope cannot be allowed...
Through writing, he is getting a second chance at life. Self-motivation. Self-education. This resonates loudly with many of us who have been let down by the...
Kondele neighbourhood in Kisumu is famous and infamous. It is a place torn between its cultural richness and vibrancy, as well the lurking darkness of violence....
Prior to Dr. Odhiambo Mbai’s death, the concept of being a Luo in Kenya, though occupying most of my early childhood, was abstract. I knew we...
“Daktari amesema mulete pesa ya mafuta.” (The doctor says bring money for fuel.) The officer in charge said this in a matter-of-fact way. We knew we...
When I was growing up in rural western Kenya in the mid-80s, my father, a Seventh Day Adventist (SDA), imposed Adventism upon us like a colonial...
