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 General

Why I Don’t Tiptoe.

2017-09-18T07:40:09+00:00
Samuel Wageita
5 months ago

With much said by great philosophers, scientists, Independent thinkers, atheists, believers and renown men from all walks of life, much about this wonderful life might still be unsaid. Each day shows up like any other. The only difference between today and yesterday comes in that either of the days is dull. I don't think there

 History

Not Yet Uhuru

2017-09-07T13:51:15+00:00
Mzangila Snr
6 months ago

Kenya is small country tucked comfortably in East Africa, bordering Tanzania to the South, Uganda to the West, South Sudan to the North West, Ethiopia to the North, Somalia to the East and Indian Ocean to the South East. According to Kenya National Bureau of Statistics (KNBS), Kenya is home to close to 47 million

 Africa in Pictures

Departure from Nairobi

2017-09-03T02:59:44+00:00
Tom Mwiraria
6 months ago

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,

 Africa in Pictures

Fort Jesus

2017-08-16T02:41:41+00:00
Tom Mwiraria
6 months ago

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

 Culture & Tradition

The Elderly, Lonely Woman

2017-08-30T16:33:21+00:00
Tom Mwiraria
6 months ago

When we were young, growing up in the rolling hills of Meru, there sat a lonely, little crumbling, mud baked and grass thatched hut by the edge of Thagara forest. There, in the solitude of the forest, it sat like a timid, drenched bird. My eldest sibling claimed to have strayed around. He told us the

 Art

Granny’s Flat

2017-08-16T01:42:00+00:00
Robyn Perros
6 months ago

"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."

 General

Early Marriage in Zimbabwe

2017-08-08T02:22:26+00:00
Editors' Pick
7 months ago

By Noreen Chiororo Enjoying the mid-morning sun, she sat against the wall of a kitchen hut, her abdomen akin to a bump. A fetus was growing on the inside. She imagined herself going to school. For a moment, she believed it was true until she realized that she was day dreaming as always. In reality,