Bar-a-zani

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“For The Longest Time, I Deluded Myself that Arts were Mere Abstractions, a World Created by those Who Feared to Face their Reality… Only to realize I Lived in a World Created by the Dreamers…”

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Till Debts Do Us Part…

I’m at the age where any conversation I have with my older relatives has to somehow find its way to my marital status. They don’t like the fact that according to the Kenyan Government, I’m single. My grandmother one day took me by my hand to her chicken coop, pointed at one of the voluptuous […]

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It’s a little absurd for me, even to this day, that when someone asks me what I do for a living, my answer isn’t that I’m an Economist. Seems it doesn’t really matter that I spent 5 years drawing graphs and studying why Ksh.1000 could pay your rent and dowry 30 years ago but it […]

Stewed!

Long ago, in a valley amongst the hills, a lamb was born. His mother, a young ewe, was one of the few animals that brought forth life on that fateful day. The shepherds broke into a dance that night and took beer in celebration of their growing flock. But this one lamb wasn’t like the […]

2 responses to “Bar-a-zani”

  1. Your reads are worth it.

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