At the beginning of the year, in the throes of the US presidential election’s woundedness, I borrowed these words penned by Rev. Frank Dunn, my former priest. Now I find myself needing to find anchor again as we go through the woundedness of Kenya’s recent elections that have come with so much anger oozing out…
Come my fellow Kenyans, let us sing a song. “Rosa sat / So Martin could walk / Martin walked / So Barack could run / Barack ran / He ran and he won so that all our children could fly.” Thanks for singing along, and thanks Amy Dixon-Kolar for music in revolution. Keywords: Sat, Walk,…
A couple of days ago, I was putting groceries in my trunk when this lady comes hobbling about with bags and all. Can you help me please- she says. I’ve got both my eyes stuck in the trunk so I don’t look at her in the eye and catch empathy. That’s an expensive emotion. I…