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Thuku Muthui

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(Read, All out of love, to flow with the narrative) Mama, I have to go to Mathare now,” Alice called out to her mother. She, Alice, sounded worried. Her mother sensed the anxiety in her daughter’s voice came to the living room. “What is wrong, Al,” Mama asked as she wiped her wet hands on the towel that hung over the sink. “Someone else picked up Joe’s phone. He says there has been an accident and that somebody should be…

They hugged. The passionate hug by the bus stop. The hug that says we aren’t staying in the friend zone for long. That hug should have been done an hour earlier but when they got to the bus stop, they realized they had time. So they walked up and down the corridors of Garden City Mall admiring the merchandise that neither or both combined could not afford. He thought of her in a designer dress and her of him in…

Africa is rising. Change is happening. Dreams are being achieved. We met 29 year old Gorata Benkesa from Botswana who is changing the discourse in the technology and business industry. Here is what she has to say. Tell us about yourself and your project. My name is Gorata Benkesa Tshomane. I come from Botswana. I am the founder of SoPa Tech business project. SoPA Tech is a startup working on tackling the issue of climate change caused by carbon emission.…

Hey God It’s been long since I went to church And longer since I walked into a church and felt your presence That is odd but our modern churches House no God Dear God Last time I walked down the aisle The unsaid divide between male and female I felt it- the social divide between the wealthy and the poor, the masters and the amateurs As I advanced the rows of pews Towards your throne The throne Decorated in plastic…

If journalism was a tailored suit, it would have looked perfect on Ndege. The coat especially would fall perfectly on his shoulders and not fade with age. The lining inside would not shrink and make the pockets puffy after several trips to the dry cleaners. The fabric would not cringe during the short drive between his house and the studio. What I am trying to say is that Ndege is the right build for journalism. However, in spite of the…

I know it’s Wednesday. I shouldn’t be posting here today. I should be writing an article to publish on Saturday but the weekend is far away and I got very motivated today. My close friends know I turned 24 recently. Don’t let the beard trick you, I am just 24 years old. Today I want to share some insights about 24: from life, family, work and dreams. This year met me transiting from school to career, dependence to independence and…

Guess who took our hot seat recently! Wamimah it is! She gorgeous, bold and wise. She is also beautiful; from the inside to the outwards. Her story interlinks our former topic on relationships and the current one of African Parenting. Let’s roll. 1. Tell us in-depth who Wamimah is I am the last born in our family which means that I got all the attention. The attention that was so often and freely given shaped my perspective of love. Attention…

I never got to see my parents fight, not because there were no random differences between them, it is expected that once in a while couples should exchange unkind words and blows. My parents, to me, never fought. They solved their differences like two adults in the confines of their bedroom and when they came out, we saw the unbreakable team, Baba na Mami. (The Bs in Baba are pronounced as f, fafa but we have no f in the…

He watched keenly as she spun the dough into thin slices ready to make Chapati. She knew her art, rather she was good at it. She seemed to enjoy doing it. She also had a sweet smile, a Colgate smile as he called the wide smiles that expose pearl white teeth. The smile came as easy as the jokes going round the table. He anticipated the smile that lit her round face. It was however a silent smile on a…

Hey, how are you? Tell me what you have been up to. I am interested in hearing your escapades and the fun you have been through. January is over, we thought it would be 150 days of January but as we were making fun of the difficulties the days would impose on us, the clock never stopped clicking. In a few days we will be in February and before we realize it, the year will be coming to an end…