On the day that I moved houses, a group of children stopped me on the road. "Hi Pete", they said in unison, using the name I used on stage when I acted in 'Heaven's gates and Hell's Flames." And they started making fun of me using the lines from the plays they've seen me perform... Continue Reading →
NB: This post was originally published on Facebook on 5th February, 2018, after the arrest of Kenya's opposition bigwig, Dr. Miguna Miguna. It's not the first time, and I'm not the first to cast doubt on Kenya's hyper-articulate, breathtakingly confident interior CS Dr. Fred Matiang'i's problem-solving methods. While no small number of Kenyans celebrate him... Continue Reading →
The first thing my little nephew did when his friends came over for a game of hide and seek, was to set some ground rules. My nephew proposed one major rule that he said would have to be in place if he was to take part. "No guessing!", he suggested. His friends laughed at that,... Continue Reading →
My life coach, Papa Jan Van Der Merwe, received this message one day. Hello Papa, Today I found myself writing down a plan for our community and its development, planning to look for the local leaders and propose a way to work together in implementing it. Then I began to question myself on what I... Continue Reading →
It was my first time. It was my first time boarding a plane, my first time to attend a fellowship. Apart from crossing the Kenya-Uganda border on foot in 2007, it was also my first time out of my country. On the day that Fatuma Dubow called me from the US embassy in Nairobi, I... Continue Reading →
In every good story, the protagonist reaches a point called 'the point of no return'. A point where there's no option but to finish the journey he started. Up until that point, he has a choice to either go back or go on, but at the point of no return the option of going back is no longer there. So what is that point in the prodigal's story?
In the twentieth century, the idea of nationalism, which is based on a belief in loyalty to one's nation, euphorically swept over the world. It is nationalism that helped produce two great conflicts - World War I and World War II. Together, these wars cost the lives of more than fifty million people, but nationalism as an ideology remained as one of the things the world became so proud about. Then Europeans drew boundaries in Africa and split communities and united others against their will.
I had closed my eyes, my heavy heart wondering if this was just yet another prayer I would make and go home to my worries. My tired mind couldn't force itself to construct sentences for prayer. I listened to the rest of the congregation praying, men and women pouring their hearts out as if Christ in His physical form was standing in front of them.
I was done with 8-4-4 and I was expected to look for a job. I had to write CVs and somehow be relevant to the job I was applying for. All I knew was that any job would be boring. The distribution of tasks had created specialized human beings, and I had spent all my young life being the opposite, grabbing and eating knowledge and taking part in all things that excited me.