The last time the IEBC was carrying out voter registration, I was very eager to be registered. I was keen to get my voter’s card and God willing this year participate for the first time in shaping the future of this great nation. Though eligible, I could not vote in the last two elections due to geographical circumstances. During the registration I kept asking people at home, in church and at work whether they had registered as voters during that voter registration exercise.
Some had registered but others said they did not see the need to. The argued that their vote will not change anything, that it would not matter in the elections since it is just one vote, it would make no difference. Some would boldly declare that Continue reading What is in your hand, patriot? →
If you live in Jamhuri and you go to town early in the morning, between 6 and 6.30am, you have probably seen Rachael (we call her Rakel, aka the highly favoured). She is the lady who prays in the first bus that goes to town from Jamhuri, a Citi Hoppa bus labeled 461. This is the unique story of how she started to pray in the bus and it is nothing like the image you may have about bus preachers. It is a story about Continue reading Jamhuri Bus Number one is Connected →
In October 2015 I had an opportunity to go back to my former workplace which I had quit 5 months earlier. My sister’s graduation party was happening near my former office and I decided to pop in and say hi to my former boss and colleagues.
After going round to see my people and waiting a bit I was finally informed that the boss was ready for me. He could not hide his happiness at seeing me and before I could even sit he asked me if I wanted my job back to which I respectfully said no. Five months earlier Continue reading Progress huh! →