This month, March 2018, marks 13 years since my dad died. They say time heals all wounds, and it is partly true. Mostly, for me, the festering took time. I thought it was getting gangrenous. But it didn’t, it just took time. I had to watch out for my siblings, so they didn’t drown in … More Not even death can kill love
When I see this picture of black men moving their bodies with ease and control; displaying this capacity Africans have to embrace new things and learning without prestige. learning them without abandoning what they already know. I remember my dream man. As a young girl growing up in Kenya, I never had a dream wedding, … More Dream Men
Lady Chatterley’s Lover was on TV this holiday season, and of course, we watched it. The details are irrelevant except the affirmation that I love the endlessness of the Lady Chatterley and Oliver story. But, every single time I watch or re-read Lady Chatterley’s Lover and get astounded, it is ruined by the context in … More Lady Chatterleys Lover Vs. Kenyan Independence
I am in the bad habit of saying “merci!”, “gracias”, “gracias muchas”, when I want to be flippantly thankful. And si signor/signorita when I am feeling playful. I learnt Swedish as an young adult. A process that stretched my patience, my self esteem & my intelligence to their thinnest. In my learning exhaustion, I have … More Tuscany 2017: For the “I don’t speak Italian” Traveler
There is not much that you can say during the time you watch this. Or after you have watched this. You only cry for help when you know there is help to cry for.
That is a book I want in hard cover so the next generation can read it. Immortality projects and the Cape of Good Hope drama had me hooked on a Saturday morning. If you want to know more, read the F*cking book!!