Who am I? Am I “Catholic”? Am I “Christian”? Am I Kikuyu? Or am I “Kenyan”? Or am I all of them at once? Or the...
I packed my belongings and left. Found myself heading west. Kisumu. Home. Away from Nairobi, the green city under the sun. Funny, that once all I...
At a cybercafé somewhere in Nairobi’s South B estate, stone-faced male clients are glued to their computers. They are youthful, the type that ought to be...
In January 2018, The Star newspaper splashed the headline The Ship has Sailed, It is time to Move on. The report quotes the US ambassador to Kenya...
Presently, you can divide Kenyans into three groups. There are those who are ambivalent, unsure of which political direction the country should take, trusting neither the...
I was named after my great-grandfather, who by all accounts, was a big scoundrel with an even bigger heart. I hail from the land of the...
We are at the Modern Coast bus station, waiting for the night bus that goes to Kisumu to pull up. I have decided that perhaps it...
Human beings have a certain amount of emotional energy; you know, that psychic fuel that keeps your body, mind and spirit animated and engaged. Right up...
Kenya is on the brink of plummeting into the abyss of political catastrophe. The government and the opposition are locked in an existential contest for Kenya’s...
Kevin Mwachiro pens a poetic tribute letter to Geoffrey Mutinda, a 7 year old boy shot dead after a police clash with NASA protestors in November...
