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Despite growing up in Nyanza, this was my first long boat journey and my first visit to an island, marking only my third time on a boat. My earliest boat experience was as a child in Uhuru Park around 1994, a brief

My work has taken me across countries, cultures, and terrains. But among the most memorable and unique modes of travel I’ve encountered is water transport. It’s more than a commute. It’s an experience, a story, and often, a window into the daily

I remember the very first time I used Lake Victoria as a means of transport. It wasn’t your typical journey. It started as a random plan with friends after work. It was a Saturday and we had just left work and all

Qn. How did you start the brand Leo Tunaenda? I started Leo Tunaenda brand last year August. I was new to Kisumu, just a year old and only experienced places by the lake. As I started to become a mwenyeji I wondered

To praise the distilate that is captured and sealed in what looks deceitfully like water fails to capture what is really unique about Quinto’s stuff. It is the real marker. It has the brow-clinching taste and the sting in the nose like

When I first saw him at our local watering hole Mzembe looked rather listless, bored and absent-minded. He was dressed in a shabby oversized coat that draped on his bony shoulders like a scarecrow’s outfit, and which was a faded dirty color

Late 2017, I found myself navigating the raw and unfamiliar terrain of grief. I had just lost my father, and the world felt painfully still and colorless. That’s when my uncle and cousins decided to take me on a trip—a small act

Even as a child, I would hear our people speak of muNyanja -going into the lake, with reverence and fear as if it was a separate, enchanted world that took our brothers or made them a fortune. Lake Nyanza, this expansive water

When I worked in Southern Budalangi, much of my work involved mobile health services, the kind where the clinic doesn’t wait for the people, but the people are sought out, even in the remotest corners. Dotted across this region are low-lying islands

What I remember most about waiting at Luanda K’Otieno pier was the absence of fish. It was late afternoon, and the eateries that usually bustled with the aroma of fried tilapia and Nile perch and the laughter of travellers had run out