Whispers of the Unheard! – Part 3.
In answering his question, I jumped in with my own theory. My take was quite simple. Looking back at the formative years of this country, it is easy to spot similarities between the men that were assassinated. JM, Pio Gama Pinto, and TJ were all politicians whose leadership transcended tribe. At a time when tribal politics was all the leverage politicians sought for posturing and positioning purposes, these three men had chosen to travel the road less traveled and were rewarded for it. It was that extra quality that enabled them to melt through tribal barricades without putting on the pretentious smiles of most politicians which endeared them to all and sundry. This was also t

Whispers of the Unheard! – Part 2.
So what began as whispers in bedrooms, at street corners, and in university hostels had now grown into fully fledged public conversations that were challenging the status quo. The people who were party to these conversations were querying everything under the sun within the Kenyan borders. Gradually, the whispers of those earlier unseen got louder with each additional conversation that joined this amorphous grid of people talking. And with every opinion raised outside official channels, the official accounts of our history among other state positions diminished in stature.  Those who were there but were left out of the history books began coming out of the woodworks to tell t

Whispers of the Unheard! – Part 1.
A few months back, I submitted this story to a Kwani! sponsored writing competition but they have never bothered to announce the winners or write back. They later announced a similar competition with same prices but with minor changes to it including a new deadline. I was pissed because common courtesy requires one to take just a few minutes to type an email and cc it to those of who bothered to submit our pieces prior to the first deadline. In order not to put my work to waste, I have decided to post it here but in parts because it was quite long. I hope you enjoy… When we were kids, we had this belief that our fathers were superheroes.

Africa’s Melting Pot!
I would have started by writing that “there is no greater believer in the reach and power of social media than myself”, if it were true. But I am in there with millions of others who feel as strongly, desire as passionately, and who are participating even more fervently than myself. The beauty of Social Media and its inherent power has been in its ability to connect people and interests. It is with this in mind that I wish to publish the content below which was sent to me by Juliet Maruru. She herself has been at the forefront of using social media to encourage emerging writers to become. She is now introducing Afr

When Crimes were Simpler…
I was still very young. We woke up one morning to find our kitchen window wide open. It did not take a genius to figure out that we had been robbed. We went outside the house and sure enough, we found the evidence of the activity that took place the night before. From our window to the gate and beyond, we found a tract; not two like those made a bicycle, not wide like those made by a car; just one tract like that made by a wheelbarrow. We followed it like breadcrumbs with the eagerness of cartoon characters believing that it would lead us to the perpetrators of this heinous crime. But no sooner had it reached the main road than it ended. The tarmac road was a street