There is a little sleepy village tucked at the periphery of the bubbly Nairobi. It is called Kiambaa. A cluster of women are seated in an old dimly lit structure. They have covered their heads with clean white scarves. Their equally white dresses flow to the mats they are seated on. Their work is not
A road is laid, connecting Kisii to Nyamira county. It
By Aluwani Ramarumo Africa matters Initiative presented a women in
By S. Knowington Many governments have tried and are still
We have come across some amazing talent in Zimbabwe at NgunduZW . We have had the privilege of brushing shoulders with creatives that have fallen in love with their craft. One such artist is our co-host of the Afro Art Night event Runyararo Gwititra. He is a professional painter who hails from the city of Norton, North
A recap of NgunduZWs inaugural event 'Afro Art Night' which was held on the 2nd of September 2017, at the Sanctuary Cafe (inside National Art Gallery of Zimbabwe) by an attendee. A blend of local art, wine and good food with a great Afropolitan musical vibe.
“Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.” - Oprah Winfrey I hate journeys and especially long trips while sitting in a tiring position and with swollen feet. Sometimes I even get headaches and I'll sleep the moment I get onto a bus. On this particular day, no sooner
Departure from Nairobi -------------------- The land of indomitable lions, land of fearless eagles, land of sun's benediction', land of lonely ruby hills, land of hypnotising sunsets, the land beyond the misty mountains of my ancestors is calling my name' come, M'Ntani come'. I shall heed and go. Beneath the azure Eastern skies, across the valleys,
Between 1593-1596, the Portuguese built a Fort in Mombasa. A deluxe example of Portuguese military architecture of 16th Century, dexterously designed by Italian Architect Cairati. Built in human shape the building was christened Fort Jesus, a clear religious orientation of the builders. It is now UNESCO heritage site. Inside the Fort a museum which exhibits
"Granny’s flat smelled of sour milk and cigarettes. Soap opera’s blared from the TV’s down the hallway and paint peeled like chapped lips from the walls. The carpets were yellow and sticky – “like old earwax”, my mother and I would giggle as we hiked the stairs. Fanning our armpits and fixing our hair."
Savannah of Lions and Morans our fatherland the land of Mau Mau the land of the lionhearted the land we know as home the land soaked with our heroes blood for our freedom the land going to the dogs the land sold away the land betrayed we shall redeem our land (Refrain) we shall redeem
The alarm rudely went off with annoying noises of varying pitch and volume. It sounded like an alert for Zombie apocalypse. I was infuriated. It had assaulted my ears and disturbed my sleep. I had no choice but to open my left eye and hit the snooze button as hard as possible. While grunting curses
For a split second, the world was soundless. I had been under water for too long. When I finally pierced the surface to catch my breath, my eyes and ears were filled with water and pressure enough to cause them to burst. I knew nothing of the buzz around me until a few vigorous shakes