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Meet Fidel Makatia: The Einstein from Kenyatta University

Fidel with the United Nations Person of the Year Award

When Plato argued that ‘Necessity is the mother of all inventions’, he provoked a storm of ideas on who actually gives birth to inventions. Philosopher Alfred North Whitehead disagrees with this idea. In fact, he thinks this proverb is silly. He says, 

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Meet Rawder Kidula: Road to Radio and Christ, In Her Own Words

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I love my pieces articulate and declamatory. The kind that stirs your mind, leaves it in a trainwreck of thoughts and later buries it in a bubble. Tea or coffee. They are my companions in this quest.

Today, I chose tea. And guess what my teabags reminded me of?… Women! “They are like teabags”, Eleanor Roosevelt once said.

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Nostalgia is a nasty liar!

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Drinks bring back memories. But so do breaths. Every single one of them. At least for us teetotalers, who don’t need drinks to subject our minds to involuntary time travel.

The year is 2015. I am in love, with a tender soul who smiles charitably and freely. Eyes are meant to see but hers speak, of the journey of sunlight as it enters raindrops and emerges as rainbows.

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PART 2: Birthdays Are For Ladies and Maybe Short Men

Who gets rejected and elated simultaneously on his birthday? That can only be a loser who doesn’t give a shilling about the basic rules of charm. That loser is me. I finally understood what it feels to be a Man U fan.

 So for the past 22 years, I have successfully satisfied
the inclination of men, both dead and alive,

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Assumption is the mother of all Screw-ups!

Probably we are all dead and alive in our afterlife. Or tell
me, when did being gentle and nice translate into affection? I am a confessed
professional judge. I sometimes get so judgmental I forget my own masks. And
today is not the day I apologize for being that.  This is the day I adorn my judicial robes and
call conjecture to the stand for cross-examination.

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Feelings with no adjectives

So I heard about this absurd story concerning a hospital. Every Sunday morning around 11 A.M, a patient died in the ICU. This happened for quite a while and it was a wonder and a mystery, not just because of the consistency of deaths but also about their unknown causes. It became a great matter of concern to the surgery team and the doctors on why they had to lose a patient every Sunday just when they thought they had saved them.

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Belonging: Why I will Never Walk Alone!

14th April 2016. A few minutes past 10 P.M,I am swerving through the poorly lit streets of Kabarnet town. Around this time, it bears no life. The town is forgotten. In wavelength are only smokie peddlers selling their very last smokies and Bodaboda riders making their last rounds. I am eleven minutes late for a ritual. I rarely run late for my red injections or any event for that matter,

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Open Letter to Xenophobia,

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Love Letter, Letter, Typewriter, Girl, Model, Stockings

Dear Xenophobia,

A friend has compelled me to write to you for the sake of Ubuntu.
Just like Mahatma Gandhi told Hitler, I also feel this letter from me would be an
impertinence. Nonetheless, I will tell you about your dad, Apartheid. He
doesn’t make public appearances any more because he heard this story.

 An anthropologist had been
studying the social behavior of an African tribe,

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Today is pregnant with Tomorrow…

It has been a delightful week I must admit. Normally, my week starts on Friday, meaning your Friday is my Monday and your Monday is my Saturday. Yes, I kinda re-arranged the whole thing. That’s the whole reason they call me weird.

The symptoms of what would be a thought-provoking feverish sort of week started with a delightful message (Thursday last week) from SWVL,

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Mouse face or Lion’s tail?

Can you guess what I do first as soon as I board a matatu? I clasp my phone so firmly I could feel pain in my wrist. I then direct all the signals in my nervous system to the receptors located in the dermis and epidermis, just around my right butt (where my wallet is). That is after, of course,

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