Bitange Ndemo the Kenyan Ambassador to the Kingdom of Belgium and the European Union and a former professor of Entrepreneurship at the University of Nairobi, citing an article by Olivia Goldhill (Doing well in school is nothing to be proud of) noted how high achievers feel validated when results correspond to their achievements. Referring to this study by Olivia Goldhill,
Hiking is improperly but necessarily expensive if you prefer to get out of it alive of course. The mountains, in their natural beauty, dressed in evergreens right up to their crowns of silver-white are very attractive. Walking through them, however, and up their summits is a delicate balance between life and death. The line gets even thinner when you decide to do it cheaply.
The price of everything has been hiking lately. So have I. Lame pun to start a blog with, I know. Would you blame me though? I haven’t been writing for eternity. Fighting creative block is not as easy as the Spanish Conquest of the Aztecs. It’s more like trying to prove the world is flat. So forgive yourself if,
If you say you’re somebody’s fan, well, that gets tested most when the chips are down, not when the said person is riding high on the updraft of victory. That explains why all celebrities and notable individuals camouflage in the false sense of success to avoid the sneer and piercing eyes of their ‘haters’ as they call them. Did I say all celebrities?
East African girls are snacks. So when I walked into this Eritrean restaurant on a Saturday morning, I had the Menu figured out. Just Snacks. But when the devil was banished from heaven many centuries ago, he, actually, she, fell comfortably on cushions in Nairobi. She made the city her HQ.
Now listen, every man wakes up twice.
My first driving lesson was tutored by my mum. My mum taught me how to tie a neck tie and a belt around my waist. The knowledge I have about cars, houses, machines and splitting firewood is all my mother’s handwork.
My dad on the other hand, taught me how to cook, how to scream and not to raise my hands even on an abusive woman.
Hi you, there is someone I would love you to meet. You probably know her but in drib and drabs.
Not long ago when I was a boy, I was dumbfounded whenever I saw a lady driving a car. I thought that was a man’s hobby. Gradually, this naïveté was quickly diluted by more ladies in male-dominated fields offering me a place in sophistication instead.
There is something about fire, no wonder it has a primal link with humans. Smoldering, roaring, flickering flames, eager, hungry, rampaging; it fuels a unique beast within it. It devours everything in its path. In 1959, a fire was kindled in Kisii county whose warmth and blaze we get to experience now.
Professor Bitange Ndemo understands that there comes a time when “pushing”
‘The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me,’ Ayn Rand pictures Julie Gichuru with these words.
In a chauvinistic and testosterone-driven world, ambitious and goal-oriented women are seen as a threat and hence many hold back. But Julie was not eloquent in this language. She did not relate to this kind of medieval mentality.
I have been trusting God in prayer for a while now. A prayer of supplication. Covid-19 never knocked on our doors. Instead, it unwelcomely invited itself into our living rooms. Most of my neighbors were not about to put up with a rude visitor and hence they canceled or put off whatever brought them to the city, picked whatever they could and moved back to where their grandfathers married many wives.
