It is never an easy ride in Kenya. When it rains, it is tragedy, and when it doesn’t it is still tragedy. Call it the Kenyan Paradox. Agriculture contributes to up to two-thirds (33%) of our GDP, even after considering the fact that a large proportion of agricultural produce is used in the subsistence level. During the launch of the Kenyan Economic Update at the Norfolk Fairmount,
What if this life is a movie, I wonder, and all of us are just in character sticking to a script that has already been penciled down and perfected? What if those of us full of worries and sorrows are just the main protagonist of this fairy tale and the rest of us form part of the cast and extras?
and impunity is no longer considered as ‘breaking news’ in Kenya but rather ‘In
other news’. The ease at which substantial amount of money is lost in Kenya
under the watch of decorated and overrated institutions surprises me. It was
painful to maintain an eye contact with a tax paying ‘Mama Mboga’ when the
Deputy President comfortably claimed that ‘just 7 billion and not 21 billion’
was lost through the dam projects in Arror and Kimwarer.
Midnights, or just late nights. This is when a train of thoughts wrecks my mind. It is when I get a chance to meet the real me, the me that only me would ever know and understand. This particular late-night, however, my life flashes before me. Just Like a movie, the twists, the drama and the suspense plays out before me.
A betting generation, is like a house built on riparian land, it can get demolished at any time. Once upon a time, the society was built on the virtue of hard work. ‘If you shall not work, you shouldn’t eat’, was a slogan echoing in everyone’s mind. Not anymore. Well, just like dinosaurs, this virtue has found its way into extinction.
The author of this article is suffering from a rare condition, humorawesomenessatire, and as such this article does not in any way reflect the opinion and facts of a thinking human being and therefore you may not learn anything from this article. The author is just bitter that he is a living evidence that being tall does not guarantee him ladies.
Tuesday afternoon’s attack on riverside, Wetlands reincarnated the doom and gloomy scars of terrorism attacks in our nation. People in riverside were unlucky to be the victims of a cowardice act of terror, but thanks to our faithful and brave security agencies, sanity has been restored. Bravo to our brave soldiers and everyone who was involved in saving lives. You showed great loyalty and love for our country.
It is a strange place right now, this world. You switch on the news and you’re met with grim and desolate news. Watching TV is no longer fun and seductive, like in the past. When you seek an escape route on social media, Trump meets you with juvenile tweets, you wonder what he is doing on twitter, leave alone how he became president.
The day is finally here. A new beginning. A beckoning of life-changing and transformative journey. At least that’s what most of us want to believe, and are having it jotted down. Show me who invented new year’s resolutions and I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it. I’ll tell you who did. New year’s resolution was invented by a group of guilty people,