From Nanyuki With Love

A few weeks ago, in this new decade, I never thought I’d find myself in the northern hemisphere part of Kenya. It is too early to say that I was looking forward to going for the said so trip. It was a family affair. Which meant I would be exchanging pleasantries with long lost relatives…

Igho Ja Mbololo.

Somewhere in the dusty bowels of Taita Hills when dry, you’d walk out of the main door of the living room and decide to have a view of the surrounding in your balcony. You’d see the way the red earth goes on and on yonder beneath the anthills and contours. The way the red soil…