Surviving ‘In between jobs’
This book took me back to my own experiences of job loss, which like any one who has spent their career time in the NGO sector is more than once. I reflected about the three key times I lost my job and
Oyunga’s tough ask for Kenyan oaks to bend like reeds
MR Man Talk, Oyunga Pala has moulted, he would even want to think of it in religious ways like the Sufi, having died and returned; and with that journey he has acquired the great wisdom of journeying through the underworld. In his
My Side of the Street
One of the immediate feelings one has with Chris Lyimo’s book, MY SIDE OF THE STREET, has s that it is the product of good writing AND thinking. Whereas it is expected that such an autostorying of a man’s lowest moments, especially
princes of filament wings
Under the red mound built in spittle of gang workers without pension The last surviving termite mound stood on my door, The colony almost collapsing, from the poison I poured into the subterranean empire, like a farmer We will make it for
After the concert of life, village jingles call Francis Okomo
If any writer has grasped Shakespeare’s philosophy of life as a theatre with everyone having a role to play, then it is Francis Okomo Okello in his autobiography, The Concert of Life. His theatre is indeed a great concert, where he performed
Taban Lo Lyong’s After Troy
There is a master of the written word who follows no rules and takes no prisoners. He wears his skin as only a South Sudanese would and there is a fire in his eyes that even age cannot vicariate it smothering ember.
The vinyl thief
The vinyl had been replaced by the tape, the tape by the CD, by the flashdisk, memory stick, now everything's in the cloud. What chance did they have against virtual storage, but some few eccentrics and lost souls.
How to tour Diani in local hands
If they would throw him in the middle of it, he could navigate his way to shore. Floating like driftwood as the current sailed back on familiar tide.
Killing a god
They will come to you Son When the world Is at a precipice They will be desperate And you, Clueless Keep this wisdom That history grants you That when money’s power is at a zenith Tyrannical And they are unable to control
Reincarnations
My gods Look at me Like gelded phantoms From the ruins of their tombs As I supplicate to foreign gods And they serve me well Maybe better My deities toss and turn Trying to catch my attention Managing momentary accessibility In my
they cut off her wings right before she could fly
I could tell it was serious business by the way it was talked about in low tones. Rukiya was placed before the adults in the wide sitting room and she looked squeamish on the seats like she could fall over and disappear