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Life is one long, beautiful, dangerous, exciting, frightening story in which we all take part. “The bush buck walked on and on. Where was he going and why? He didn’t know why, but he knew he had to get out of the dark forest and feel the warm sun on his back… Then, one day, […]

Let’s Create

“One birthday, I unwrapped a wonderful crocheted scarf from my daughter. ‘When did you make this?’ I asked, in amazement. Only to learn she had been sitting up at night for days secretly crocheting!”  Life is a Gift. Chap 17 When I was a student, I felt I needed something to do with my hands […]

The Imagination

“You must have heard of the Easter Bunny – you’ll find him in supermarkets alongside chocolate Easter eggs. But you’re unlikely to have heard of the Easter Monkey, because he was an invention of mine.” LIFE IS A GIFT, Chap 17 He is a colobus monkey, who used to visit our home on Easter Sunday […]

Day of Rest

At last, at last, at last, Sunday has become a day of rest. No more caterwauling and screaming from those horrible little churches, that have sprouted all over the place in Kenya, no more monotonous, repetitive music blaring out of loud speakers for hours on end, till you feel like throwing a brick at the […]

Only a girl

I grew up with brothers, three of them. And boys were treated differently from girls. They got to go to the most prestigious boys’ private school in the city, whereas I was left in the local government primary school. But in my school, it was routine to learn to play the recorder – the whole […]


That gulley that appeared outside your gate after a night of heavy rain; that blocked culvert that gave you a lake to drive through as you leave home; that huge pothole on the corner: whose responsibility is it to fix these things? Clearly, it must be the government… or the county… or maybe NEMA… it’s […]

Peace and Quiet

I wake up on a beautiful Sunday morning. I make a cup of tea and go to sit on the veranda. I listen to the birds singing, the wind blowing in the trees, a cock crowing, a child calling its mother, a woman singing somewhere. A car passes on the road, a piki piki, a […]