The book of Exodus chapter five to fourteen weaves the tale of Moses rescuing the children of Israel from the captivity of the Pharaoh’s slavery in Egypt. From the very start, Moses felt he wasn’t the right man for the job. Stammering and whatnot. He pleaded his case but God

Last week, for the first time since I started to write for the blog, I approached the blank page and the words simply refused to come. I had an old piece from April ready. What I needed to write was an intro for the piece. I had the idea of

Every day, three times a day, I will get an email update from LinkedIn announcing that one of my connections has endorsed me. It isn’t the update that irks me. Or the fact that my connections have continued to blindly endorse me for skills they know I have right now

Everyone in Nairobi is reading now Chimamanda’s Americanah. Let me refine that. Everyone in Nairobi who considers himself the rightful ratio of urbane and academic is reading now Chimamanda’s Americanah – purchased it in the last two months then gobbled it down within days. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s latest novel was

“One death is a tragedy, one million is a statistic.” Joseph Stalin. I admit: I do terribly with grief. I timeout without even realizing it. I curl into a little ball of emotion and keep to myself, bemoaning the temerity of the day: how can life go on when there

It’s 1530hours. Tuesday. I write this from a table on the shaded patio of Tamasha Hurlingham. I have just solely devoured a platter for two with the shamelessness of an obese 10-year-old. Now, I slide down in my seat, belly out. Nipping on a toothpick and stewing in the embarrassing