Neema by Jaque Gachiri is themed on God’s grace and love, affirming that if it were not for God’s grace, we would not have come this far. Many atimes, christians are compeled to believe that it’s by their actions, with others forgeting how much of a great sacrifice Christ gave for them to be redeemed. … Read more
There’s a certain kind of hope, written on the sky. It’s defiant, never dies out. Men and animals lean on it, the weakest and strongest alike. But its a hope with a thick skin, known to be insensitive – to some. This is the hope for rain. One thing is for sure: it won’t ever … Read more
With an eye for crookedness, a mind distraught by ill will, and a heart inclined to latch onto safety; half a dozen people stand beside the road weighing options: to board or decline. A new arrival hoots and halts into the stage as its door slides open. Barely an eye’s wink later, some rowdy tout … Read more
It started as a tweet, then it turned into a strange cultural dissent, and now, here I was, seated across a counsellor, resounding his words in my head, “Hey, you have to embrace who you are becoming.” Once more, the ever stubborn question resurfaced, “Who am I?” It’s funny, a minute ago you felt aware … Read more
“Yoh, me nitakuswop!” Translation: “I’ll swop you!” (The Brit’s version of ‘swap’). If words and faces ever made impressions, this would be the textbook definition. Looking back, this chilly phrase made such a profound impression on the campus band crew. So remarkable was the phrase, it damn well deserves copyright. For such kind of impressions, … Read more
Here in Juja, there are days when the tropical sun is unforgiving, roasting live skin and ironing worn garments with nature’s uncut cruelty. From afar, it spits innumerable, fiery rays, and watches them launch into Earth’s sky with a daunting smile. The rays strike with insignia; mirages on the wide tarmac and trickles of sweat … Read more
Somehow the finger hovers over the screen, indecisive as a dragonfly of its next move, but ends up swiping and scrolling to the same spot, again! Much like an obsession, whenever the hand gets a hold of the phone, the finger is overcome by an inexplicable frenzy, and all it wants is to dangle its … Read more
“Tang!” The box hit the ground, weighty as a short put ball on the palm of a frail hand. Unsettled by the fall, its elements followed into an immediate tussle. From the short lived turmoil emerged a signature call; a mechanic’s call to work. It’s the one custom all mechanics observe. No serious work is … Read more
Moon, I’ve been watching you, and I’ve seen how you lie lazily in the daytime sky, till it’s evening. When the night draws its invincible curtain upon the Earth, there you are, you light up. While other humans may admire your ‘moonlight’, I know at the heart of it, you’re a copycat; the lesser light. … Read more
One of my blogger friends, Njoki, or as she goes by her pen name Rusty Fingers challenged me to start a gratitude journal. Even after writing about gratitude on the lemonade article, I was still grumbling a lot, ha! So I took up the challenge, and while on it stumbled onto my beginnings, as little … Read more