All broken relationships carry with them an overflowing cup of pain. When the curtains close in a relationship, depending on how invested one was, pain that can only be likened to hot molten lava trapped in one’s bones may arrive. This pure distilled unadulterated pain will camp in a heart that never imagined a breakup.

It took me a while to realize how a breakup had been...


It was Monday, 17th December 2018 when an impulsive decision to visit a psychiatrist altered my life in ways I hadn’t imagined.

While on my way from Hurlingham at 3:30 PM after chasing some gigs, in a 46 Matatu to Nairobi’s Central Business District (CBD), my gut feeling nudged me to pass by doctor’s plaza at the Nairobi Hospital.

My sleep patterns had...


For the longest time of my young life, I had always been an emotionally solid brother. I had never experienced any extreme emotional turmoil in my life except for the few tensions within the family especially when the matriarch was administering discipline.

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I was the kind of dude who was fast at dusting up and getting back on his feet even when life threw me a curveball. I...

Dear Prof Gituro Wainaina, I listened to you with great shock and bewilderment as you stood on the National Dialogue Convention podium at Ufungamano house to proclaim that the solution to Kenya’s long list of problems is a dictatorship.

I wasn’t sure that I was mad about what you said, where you said it from or perhaps the quality of thought I had expected from a man of your calibre. I had a whirlwind...

It’s no longer in question that word youth has become such a lucrative business opportunity for some state and non-state actors. The only tragedy is that humongous profits extracted from this group seldom trickle down to the largest (76 percent) demographic in Kenya.

Career youth activists Aesthetically appealing reports about the youth are launched every single day by career youth activists yet their state remains the same – vulnerable, deprived, oppressed, pauperized and...

Growing up, like many children, I wanted to be many things including a geologist, a historian, a literature writer, a lawyer and a journalist. But two choices in that sea of confusion were consistent in my list and stood out like a sore thumb: A lawyer and a journalist.

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The winds blew me towards a career that I had loathed passionately. While I chose commerce in...

I partly grew up in Dandora before we were abruptly 'deported' back to the village when my father married a second wife. However much it was viewed as a low-class estate, I built many fond memories in that place. Life was easy.

We did not carry the weight of expectations on our shoulders except to behave well, take a shower and stay clean. We would walk and head off to Ngomongo, a faraway...

It was June 2017, the exact date is escaping my mind. I was standing behind some mabati shanties where they sell mitumba clothes off Achieng Oneko road in Kisumu. I had just devoured a whole tilapia fish and ugali for 200 bob and I was feeling like a true son of the soil.

  I chucked my huge techno C 8 phone and skimmed through my contact list. I had told my parents about...