I dread the rains

People say that they enjoy sleeping as it rains; that it makes them sleep like babies; that the sound of rain pouring, as they cuddle in warm blankets is soothing and comforting,  and one of the closest experiences there is to heavenly peace. How I would love to be among those that enjoy sleeping as it rains. Sadly, I am not, if anything I dread the rain; because every time it rains, it means starting my life over again.  It means loss and pain.  The rains hold with them uncertainty and the potential of dreams cut short. As it rains … Continue reading I dread the rains

Skip Lunch and Save an African

I have never experienced poverty, and so I will not claim to speak for the poor. That said, I have experienced the indignity of poverty, and will therefore speak for the dignity of the poor. It was in the streets of London, where a“beggar” with a container approached me and asked for a donation to “save Africa and other poor parts of the world”. My contribution would send a poor child child to school, and provide a meal for a starving family. He looked tired from all the talking and efforts to convince passersby. I imagined the smirk on his … Continue reading Skip Lunch and Save an African

Between Rhetoric and Reality: Recognising the Struggles of Poor Women

 Photo credits:nairobinews.nation.co.ke The streets of Nairobi paint a clear picture population struggling to survive in a harsh economic environment.  Hawkers throng the streets at night, with resilience and determination to work beyond what is considered normal in a bid to make ends meet. In recognition and support of these hardworking Kenyans, particularly the women, I hardly ever miss an opportunity to buy groceries on the streets.  This also tends to be a convenient way to stock up at fair prices.  Recently, as I was walking on the streets I decided to buy some groceries.  After my shopping was packed, I reached … Continue reading Between Rhetoric and Reality: Recognising the Struggles of Poor Women