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Why Kenya’s New Speeding Fines Are About More Than Speed
At first glance, the debate around the National Transport and Safety Authority (NTSA) introducing automated speeding fines seems straightforward: cameras detect speeding vehicles, drivers get an SMS, and a fine must be paid. But the policy is part of a much larger story about road safety, corruption, and the unique culture of Kenya’s public transport system. The new traffic enforcement system…
A quiet vow of attention. The persona sees and promises to keep seeing something easily overlooked.
As October closes, the full scale of Tanzania’s post-election crisis remains unknown. The number of the dead and detained is contested, yet the weight of grief and fear is palpable across the mainland and beyond. But where and how did it all begin?
Tanzania taabani.
Coming from President Ruto, "ODM will form the next government or be part of it," makes me smell a rat. It will be important for the people of Kenya to stay vigilant.
A tree has fallen. The rumble of its fall reverberates through all of Kenya, echoes throughout Africa! The crush of its fall has flattened hearts with heartbreak! An ancient tree is fallen!
Paul’s triad of virtues — faith, hope, and love — has been in my mind and heart for years. But only recently did I hear the whisper of time that runs beneath the words that conclude the thirteenth chapter of his first letter to the Corinthians.
Better to dine in patience with the One, than to feast in haste with the many.
I saw two pairs of kids playing tag. Their approaches were so different and so was their enjoyment of the game.
My first journey to Mombasa was, partly, almost a joke. It was serious business - I was going to represent the UoN in the National Music Festivals - but there was a lot of fun and play too. Years later when I reflected on the trip, I realized that it presented me with a wealth of wisdom. Part of that arose from my observation of nature during the journey and my stay at the coastal city. Enjoy this poem that came from my consideration of the moon and the ocean.
Hope, the Inward Anchor and Freedom, the Outward Horizon
Hope and freedom are among the most enduring human values, shaping how individuals persevere through difficulty and how they imagine the possibilities before them. In literature, these values are often portrayed not as abstract ideals but as lived experiences captured in image and metaphor. Through the constancy of hope within the soul, Emily Dickinson in “‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers”…
Be Gone, Winter!
Be Gone, WinterOutward boundI saw you limpingI was glad To bid you farewellYour frigidity for monthsForced layers upon layers on meStill, you lingerYou keep turning backAs if you forgot something important Be gone, winterOverstay your welcome no longer
Serendipity in Nairobi
The OneOn a chilly September night,In a rather quiet corner of Nairobi,On the second floor of Kimberly,A girl with a smile so radiant,Walked into a room.Her laughter, light as evening rain,Her voice, smooth as oiled mahogany,Eyes that held a quiet fire,A gait with purpose,She stole my heart.Like a jigsaw puzzle, I felt her with me fit,But an angel she was,Too luminous to hold,Too perfect to be…
On Silent Longing
The Spaces You Left EmptyYou used to like a girl,her shadow crossing yours each dawn—a quiet flame you couldn’t name.Every morning, your tongue turned to stone,mute as the sidewalk underfoot. In your head,you talked for hours—her laughter spilling like sunlight,her voice a river you’d never touch.You promised: Next time, I’ll speak,but next became next,a chain of missed heartbeats. And there she…
Symbolism and the Making of a Postcolonial MasterPiece: A Review of Ken Waliboras Kidagaa Kimemwozea
In Kidagaa Kimemwozea Ken Walibora masterfully employs Swahili proverbs and sayings as well as other literary devices to create a vivid and immersive reading experience. Phrases such as “alikeketeka maini Dora “and “Majisifu aliufanya mdomo wake karakana ya matusi” paint compelling pictures in readers’ minds hence appealing to their senses and emotions. With rich scenery and character…
Encased in Black
Encased in BlackBlack All blackBlack on black Pitapatting shoes, black Wide wavily pants, black Puffy hugging jacket, black Curly flowing hair in a knot, black Big head-cuddling earphones, black Dazzling from within the blackHer delicate whiteness is encased in black
With Hope I Face Winter's Frown
On days like thisWhen masked in a frownAll day long indoors she remainsStepping out but briefly for a peekA rare fleeting stroll in the chilly wintry airLet it to me be grantedThat out in the frigidity engulfedShe finds and against me rubsOr at a window I be seatedFor her improbable winter smile in waitFor with that radiant beaming smileThe sun’s ebullience makes the day whole