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Meet Ivy Alexander: Not Just a girl

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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.

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Meet Bitange Ndemo: The Professor With Natural Intelligence

Konza City Creating Hundreds of Thousands of Jobs for Ethiopians

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”

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Meet Julie Gichuru: The Lady with Fire in Her Bones

‘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.

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Meet Vanessa O. Boehm: The Creator of ‘The Soul Minds Scars’

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There is this thing about music that it almost reflects the human body. I find it relatively synonymous with my heartbeat and its lyrics echo the vibrations in my soul. To me and to many, music has been a teacher and a safe haven. Music fills the air and our space without effort. We feed so much from it as its rhythm swims through our cerebral cortex.

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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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