Pearls

In that other parallel life I have mentioned before, I get to talk to men and women whose business is war and peace. Especially about the wars that are fought in the birthing of nations. In the unwind time when we sit and compete over who has the funniest story to tell, war still lingers…

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Wanjiru’s Son

A friend’s post took me to this raging debate about Kikuyu men with women’s names for a surname, and how one non-Kikuyu man has created a stink from it. Short story: I went to Primary school with a boy called Peter Wanjiru. Standard 7. I knew nothing. Our teacher used to make fun of poor…

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Crime-Free Power

It takes a lot to say some things when the hand that feeds you is the same one that slaps you. You weigh it against your moral true north, you realize you have fewer years ahead of you than behind you, and you no longer have the luxury of accommodating strategic fear. For a crutch,…

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Christian Cruelty Against PWDs

I’m here to tell you something, you people who go to crusades of prophets what-not in Kenya. Like the dude with the ungroomed beard who was recently in Nakuru. Here’s the thing: After they are done with their stage performance of “miracles”, they must return the props back to the disabled owners, with payment to…

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Price of the Ticket

We sat in that cafe, catching up on new thoughts and theories I might have discovered. My presentation was due the next morning and I was giving it a test run with my boss, a retired Captain with a voracious appetite for philosophy and painting. He said- You know, I’ll tell you about this one…

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Waterways

In high school, if you pursued the arts path you had a choice between Geography and History. Those of us who went with Geography got the benefit of some pretty memorable field trips. One was a visit to a marine park somewhere in north coast, Mombasa. I forget the name. We got on a boat…

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Study War

I’ve never been in a war situation. Never woken to the sound of bombs and wailing of mothers and the wretched rage of men left with absolutely nothing to show for all the years they spent raising families. I only remember waking up to the sound of birds and the vastness of blue skies, the…

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The Duka

Tailor 1- Towards the end of 2023, I was the women with the bag of clothes for mending being rejected by all the village tailors. They were too busy with Christmas outfit orders. I got miffed with the last fundi. That’s the one whose shop boasted an array of the most beautifully and elaborately tailored…

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The Courier

On a normal day in Lebanon in 1967, a young Kenyan man was attending Prof. David Gordon’s History class at the American University of Beirut. You blink I blink, boom, the class came to an end with Prof. Gordon’s mouth half open on an unfinished sentence. All the students were being ushered out of the…

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