GO2019

Happy New Year. We made it through Survivor January. I have been dreaming. Actually I had been dreaming from a long time. Last year I wanted to do a few things. Included was traveling, media projects, writing a lot more. And I did. Actually I did much better than I thought I would do. Yes. I am a resolutions person. And this year…

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The things we do to ourselves.
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The things we do to ourselves.

It started with a huge grinning hello. The kind that boys who have seen a pretty girl say. It was followed by ‘Is Nancy home?’ and ‘Just come in and wait for her.’ But it ended with a goodbye, and a miscarriage. *** Gerald and Harriet had known each other for a very longtime. First as neighbors in the old posh Lavington area…

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LIEND RERU: THE SMUGGLING OF A DEAD BODY FOR IT’S FUNERAL.

On the night of July 14, 1974, a non-procedural cargo was brought onto the Kenya Railways Platform in Mombasa, and loaded hurriedly and secretly into a Butere bound train. The cargo had no dispatch papers, no official approvals, and was not wrapped like an "official railway cargo. It wrapped in papyrus reeds all round. The cargo was in fact, loaded through a window,…

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JOHN KEVIN ONCE HAD A TUMOR
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JOHN KEVIN ONCE HAD A TUMOR

Death, in the African context, is extremely cruel. Especially to widows and orphans. When John Kevin was driven into St. Terrycam Secondary School in Rangwe Constituency, of Homa Bay County, in early March 2006, he vowed to never go back to the place he had all along known as home. And he almost didn’t. He arrived three weeks to the close of the…

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ANINDO THE SLEEPMASTER

Pale Sekondri School. We had to wake up on time. That was very important. A minute late, your entire day is cloudy, with high chances of punishment. We woke up early to do silly things they called ‘manual work.’ It wasn’t work. We were in a concentration camp of boys breaking their voices, and growing sharply protruding nipples. My parents, paid fees; for…

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