“Danix Kamau you said, right?” asks the receptionist as she scribbles my name on the sheet of paper. She seems professional in everything she does. Perhaps it’s the blue dress that gives her a royalty look or those bright eyes behind the designer glasses she’s wearing. I feel like she is looking right through me, … More Mindset is Key
Someone once told me that the bottom point is not the lowest point one can reach but rather it is the point that they stop digging. It is unfortunate to note that the misery pits in which we sometimes find ourselves in, are the work of our hands as we are the diggers of the … More Stop Digging!
A few weeks ago, a section of Kenyans were not too pleased with Daily Nation columnist, Njoki Chege when she refused to call a spade by any other name. She, like many of her like-minded majority, had gotten fed up with many of these men of the cloth that are preaching water they don’t drink … More Righteous Men of God
I have been meaning to tell this story for a while now but I’ve never brought myself to write it. The reason being that I was scared. Or shy. There’s a difference, right? That’s for you to judge after hearing the story. And I mean I WAS… (“Was” for past tense). Cause it was a … More This is not a Love Story
The end of exams yesterday marked the end of the second semester at my school and consequently the end of the first academic year. This means that the next time some of us will meet again is not in less than 4 months. It’s at times like this that we appreciate just how much progress … More VARSITY LIFE: To the Good Times
I was walking in town and I met this street family playing music. Normally I would pass and dismiss them but this time something was different. The music was actually nice. These people could play the guitar, and together with the other homemade musical instruments they put in, the sound was amazing. Maybe it always … More Illegal Anthem
I am on my way home and the street seems deserted. I can’t help but feel insecure walking alone on the road. I can almost feel the bad men in the dark alleys staring at me plotting to strike. I look around breathing heavily. I see no one and I again dismiss the thought of … More My Crippled Angel