Lately, I’ve been feeling tired a lot. I wake up and hit snooze more than I used to. I can’t tell you what changed exactly. Maybe I have less to feel excited about in the mornings. I’m not sure. When Covid forced us into quarantine, I still woke up around…

I watched a podcast recently and the guest, who was a psychologist (quite reputable actually) said some very interesting things that I’ve been reflecting on since. He said, “the world of men is ‘differently competitive’ than that of women…” Apparently, according to him, a man’s world is actually controlled by…

I know that I should look at Covid as a “blessing in disguise”. That this is just a “season of life”. I know that it's not all bad… that there are things that Covid has taught us that we may never have learned otherwise… But… This thing COVID needs to…

I Haven’t written in a while. And when I say a while, I mean, I haven’t visited medium in 2020 — “The year of CORONA”. And I don’t know if I should forgive myself so easily for that. I’ve come back to 33 notifications and noticed that people actually liked…

About a month ago, I posted a poem titled “Beyonce, Rihanna, Kendrick Please” (watch it here). The poem has over 70,000 views — more than I ever expected and the comments selection is like those jungles white people talk about in Africa… “wild”. Anyway, I want to rebut all the…

When speaking on why Christianity is an impediment to African Progress and development, Dalian Adofo said; “It develops a sub-servient attitude toward mainly lighter skinned races… and low self-esteem that hinders us socially, economically and politically.” As an African, can you truly disagree? Picture me as a little boy forced…

Click on “show embed” to listen To Kimathi’s piece. The other day the Kenyan president went on CNN and encouraged international investment in Kenya. He stated that globalization is the key, that we cannot isolate ourselves as a nation, and foreign investment is the best route toward development…. Sure…

I’m close to fluent now… — If you listen to the streets of Nairobi then you will hear it… Beneath the streets… There is, a new language, One we are fluent in, But don’t know that we speak, Phrases we are too afraid to say, But its translations we’ve learned to carry in the back of…

When I was 7, my father used to tell us the most intriguing stories from his childhood. He had these anecdotal parables that he conjured from memory. “You know you and your brother are very lucky, when I was small, I had no shoes until I was ten years old…