One can listen with empathy to Edna’s story. A successful banker in Nairobi turned almost into a beggar just because her address changed from South B Nairobi, to South Boston.
It was in the year 1996 when I started thinking about climbing into the stomach of the big bird and crossing the big sea. When I told this to my relatives and pastor, they all thought I was becoming mad like my late uncle Mwangi.
During the initial days of our courtship, we used to stroll a lot and talk about everything and nothing. Then they brought soap operas and English Premier League and the sundowner moments seem to have died.
First, let me apologize for getting back to you less promptly than the urgency of the matter at hand calls for. I do so because just like justice delayed is justice denied, I consider this late response – a response denied.
There comes a time in life, when one sits down to ponder on some momentous happenings and pose the question above. At a time when Kenya has made its own brand of history, I will not be left behind by all pundits, without a word or two about this moment.
Remember David himself was not on the starting line-up when Jesse presented his boys to the prophet to be anointed. He was not even on the bench outside when Samuel asked Jesse: Are these all the sons you have?
I have known Brother Omosh, since he was a comrade at the University with a Difference, in Eldoret.
In Revelation 19:9, God released invitation tickets to the greatest event in the history of creation, with the words “Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!”