Buried or Cremated

Friday, late morning, I am at the Hindu Crematorium in Kariokor, right at the fingertips of Gikomba Market. My curiosity has brought me here, to this crematorium, to this place where every day is a ceremony for the dead to leave their Earth bodies behind.  It is the end of

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Dial my heart

My word of the year in 2020 and 2021 was ‘start again’. I recall, it was early January 2020 and I was about eight weeks preggers with our son Njeeh when I settled on this word – rather, phrase – as my guiding principle for the year. These words would

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Oversized Diors

BY BETT KINYATTI My shrink told me I must create time to play. “What do you mean ‘time to play’?” I asked. She exhaled. “We’ve been conditioned to work, work, work. But if someone stops you and asks, ‘what are you working so hard for?’ you won’t know what to

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The power of broke

BY BETT KINYATTI I’m in Ruiru with my pal, Joan. It’s a Thursday. She and I are down here looking at houses for sale. There are pockets of ongoing development and some ready-for-sale units. All these units sit in gated communities – a gate with a uniformed Kale guard (of

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