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Reclaiming Dignity in a World Built on Extraction

I have learned that dignity is not always something you are given. Sometimes, it is something you have to reconstruct quietly, in fragments, from places where it has been stripped from you without apology. There is a pa…

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A Special Interview With Enos

The time is 1900hrs EAT at Riviera court Hse 305, in South B when a scheduled zoom meeting with our special guest, Enos Rotich, takes place. For those who're not aware, he's the last-born son of Peter Rotich of Uasin Gi…

The Day a Spider Followed Me Home

There are memories that refuse to stay where you leave them. Most memories are well behaved. They arrive when invited, usually over dinner with friends or while scrolling through old photographs. They are courteous gues…

Seedless fruits

So i have been thinking alot lately about the current trend with seedless fruits. This is not normal and is gonna be challenging going forward given the power going to a few individuals/institutions.

The Phone That Ate My Peace

I’ve lost my phone. Not just misplaced it — it has evaporated into some cosmic limbo, leaving me both exposed and, strangely, a little free. One minute it was clutched in my pocket after a night shift; the next, it was …

Mistress of a Fading Moon

The last fifteen months prior to finally graduating were not a calendar — they were a sentence. Not the kind a professor scribbles in red pen, but the kind a judge delivers with a heavy gavel. I was both prisoner and ja…

Dreams on Credit

They say money cannot buy happiness. What they don’t say is neither does poverty. In fact, poverty is the most efficient thief I know—it steals dignity first, then confidence, then esteem, and on its hungriest days, it …

The Universe is on Do Not Disturb

For some time now, I’ve been trudging through my own private inferno—no flames, no devils with pitchforks, just endless shifts that burn me out without ever igniting real strength. Manual labor is my cross to bear for n…