BOOK REVIEW- The 5th Columnist: A Legendary Journalist by Liz Gitonga

The good, bad and ugly sides of Philip Ochieng’s life are human. That was my first thought after reading the first few chapters of Liz Gitonga’s biography of Philip Ochieng, The 5th Columnist: A Legendary Journalist. The journalist who awed me and stimulated my grammar senses in equal measure comes to life in one of the most brutally straightforward biographies I have ever read.

The book does not wax lyrical about Mr Ochieng, but instead paints him as he is, flaws and all, which makes for a very interesting, if not extremely disturbing read.

Interesting because his history is traced not just from his perspective, but from those of his peers as well, who often contradict what he says.

A case in point is when Ochieng alleges that Carey Francis , a Church Missionary Society evangelist and headteacher at Alliance, once drove all the way from Kikuyu to Luo Nyanza to look for him, a claim that one of his peers, lawyer Duncan Mindo, refutes, saying Carey was on his way to pick up other students as well.

The author backs Mindo’s claim by saying that records are available showing the letter Ochieng’ wrote the headteacher asking to be readmitted, which is full of “boyish confessions”.

Ochieng, says the author, invoked the name of God in every paragraph, a stark contradiction to his atheistic beliefs later in life that would see him write an article titled “Thank God I’m an Atheist”.

His colourful life as a journalist, not just through his eyes but also those of his colleagues at the time as well, all make for a very interesting read.


A disturbing read too, especially to learn that his love for whiskey far overrode his role as a father, with his children, although all grown now, lamenting having grown up with an absentee father.

To his credit, Ochieng said goodbye to the bottle in 2002 due to liver issues. He is today said to be a doting grandfather, perhaps to make up for time lost with his children.

If there is any quality that I found most attractive in this book, then it must be its rawness, how emotions boiling over and under the surface of the book and in between sentences are brought to life in ways that only a good journalist asking the right questions can.

One of the issues I had reading the book was how a Q&A session on being a good journalist was planted in the middle of the book. “Qualities of a good reporter”, for example, is planted right in the middle of the biography followed quickly by “What should be the attributes of a journalist?”, which I found quite out of place as this is textbook information that can be accessed by anyone at the simple tap of a phone or by a visit to the bookshop.

If at all it had to be included, seeing as the book is about a journalist, then it should have come at the very end, as an appendix, perhaps.

The cover design, too, is nothing to write home about. Are there no creative book designers in Kenya or are Kenyan publishing houses just unwilling to invest in hiring them?

I am a book lover and so poor packaging hardly puts me off but how about the man or woman who is considering buying such a book and refuses to touch it fearing being seen carrying around such an uninviting package?

Read the book if you want a real glimpse into the life of this legendary journalist. It is available in local bookshops for Sh1,000.


From Left: The author Liz Gitonga, Chairman Longhorn Publishers Francis Thombe Nyammo and Philip Ochieng during the launch of the book, The Fifth Columnist at the Sarova Stanley Hotel on August 21,2015. PHOTO| JAMES EKWAM

When #Sheblossoms is not just about me – Lupus Diaries

She Blossoms...

So this is happening.

1. I have good friends. I have not lifted and will likely not lift a finger towards organising this. These days I get tired from just waking up so this is good.

I’ve been out of commission for about 8 months now. This time it was really out of commission. Usually, I hit a bad patch and I get a little housebound in recovery, but I keep my wits and continue working from bed.

I’m a writer, blogger and online content editor, so working from bed is doable. I take on editing jobs, ghost writing gigs and so on on the side and that’s usually also doable. I love teaching creative writing especially to kids, and talking about art and art solutions with grownups. A day in a week out is usually also doable.

But this time, this thing just knocked me flat out. This thing…

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Half the World Holdings Launches the Half the World Global Literati Award 2016

Untitled-2US$50,000 literary award for original work with a central woman protagonist

Global, April 8, 2016 – Half the World Holdings, an investment platform that supports businesses for whom women are the end-consumer, Friday announced the launch of the Half the World Global Literati Award. The annual US$50,000 cash prize will be awarded to a short story, novel or screenplay written in English, judged to have portrayed one or more well-rounded female protagonists as the central character. The award will be decided by a distinguished panel of academics, writers and media professionals who are each committed to advancing women’s voices within their field. The original, unpublished work must offer a fresh perspective on the challenges and joys of women’s lives. The prestigious award also provides opportunities for collaboration within the publishing, film and online media industries.

The esteemed panel of judges includes Anne Harrison, producer for the Oscar, BAFTA and Golden Globe nominated film The Danish Girl; Dr Lisa Tomlinson, scholar, cultural critic and professor of English literature at the University of West Indies; Margie Orford, internationally acclaimed writer, award-winning journalist, and President of PEN South Africa; Gina Otto, best-selling author of Cassandra’s Angel and founder of children’s social activation platform Change My World Now; Kenneth Goh, well-respected Editor-In-Chief of Harper’s BAZAAR Singapore; K.F. Breene, international best-seller of the Darkness and Warrior Chronicles series; Michael Marckx, lecturer, writer, environmental activist and former CEO of Spy; and Debra Langley, Executive Director of Half the World Holdings.

“According to 2015 research from author Nicola Griffith, the majority of the significant literary prizes are awarded to works written from a male perspective. The Half the World Global Literati Award is specifically designed to put the spotlight on real female characters and positively impact how women are represented in contemporary writing,” said Caroline Bowler, representative for Half the World Holdings. “This award is a natural fit for us, to support the voices and stories of women as well as play a leading role in developing an ecosystem created by, and for, half the world.”

Half the World Global Literati Award Guidelines

The work may be a short story, novel or screenplay, from any genre, written in the English language. All submissions meeting this criteria are welcome. The closing date for entries is June 8, 2016, with the shortlist announced June 22. The winner of the Half the World Global Literati Award will be declared July 15, 2016,. Please submit works for consideration via

About Half the World Holdings 

Half the World Holdings, which was launched by Blackrun Ventures in March 2016, is a global investment platform in companies for whom women are the end-consumer. The Half the World platform provides the capital, advisory and international networks needed to develop and scale these ventures globally.Initial investments included EmbraceHer, a maternal health technology company, and Siren, a modern-day relationship platform.Blackrun and Half the World Holdings partners come from the worlds of private equity, investment banking, multinational businesses and entrepreneurship, with offices in Berlin, Hong Kong, London, Los Angeles, Mumbai, New York, Sydney and Singapore.

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First published in the East African Newspaper.

Senegalese author Mariama Ba in her much acclaimed novel So Long a
Letter shines light on the stifled lives of women she perceived
growing up in Senegal.

In the book, Ba highlights the helplessness, sorrow and resignation of
the protagonist, Ramatoulaye. We are taken into the intricacies of
Ramatoulaye’s life when, after the death of her husband, she writes to
her best friend, reminiscing about the past and also speaking about
her present  state as a widow in a very  conservative  and patriarchal
Muslim society. Through this book,   Ba discloses for the first time,culture and its stifling effect on its women.

I have just finished reading a book I dare term the sequel to Ba’s. It
is the debut novel of  Nigeria writer Abubakar Adam Ibrahim. Seasons
of Crimson Blossoms  tells the story of Hajiya Binta Zubairu, a  55
year old widow in conservative  northern Nigeria who decides to,
against conventional wisdom, fall in love with a younger man in his
20’s. Abubakar rebirths Ramatoulaye. He also modernizes her and
boldens her by making her more in charge of her own life choices.

It was Leo Tolstoy who, at the beginning of his controversial classic
Anna Karenina, declared that every unhappy family is unhappy its own
way. As Season of Crimson Blossoms begins, the widow Hajiya Binta
Zubairu’s family is unhappy in its own way. Having lost her husband to
a mob of religious zealots in Jos and her first son Yaro at the hands
of police, Binta is deeply unhappy. She lives with her sister’s child
Fa’iza who is also haunted by a violent death she witnessed.

Binta , whose story is set against the backdrop of the  volatile
north, leads the ordinary, quiet life of a faithful Muslim housewife;
performing her ablutions, saying her Subhi prayers, reading the
Qur’an, attending Madrasa  and sewing. Besides this, the only other
thing she seems to do is steep herself in regret and nostalgia,
thinking about how she could have  better loved her deceased first son
whom tradition forbade from showing affection.

All this changes one afternoon when Binta returns from Madrasa to find
a youthful burglar named Hassan Reza Babale in her house.  He cames to
steal her property but leaves instead with her heart. She warms up to
his touch, the first male touch since her husband died a decade
earlier. A pious person, she is of course appalled when the masculine
touch arouses deeply buried sexual feelings and is quick to blame
Shaytan for sowing impious thoughts in her mind. Reza manages to
successfully awaken her long abandoned womanhood.
We sense that this encounter, grimy as it is, is the turning point of
Binta’s life. The author writes:
‘He took her things and left, having sown in her the seed of her
awakening that would eventually sprout into a corpse flower, the
stench of which would  resonate far beyond her imagining …’

Abubakar masterfully curves out the tale from this point, putting into
it just the right amount of suspense to whet our appetite for more and
then breaking our hearts with the harsh, judgmental, self-righteous
reaction of, not only her closest family and friends but also the
larger society, a people that know not how to forgive and forget.

That he chose to set his novel in Northern Nigeria, a region largely
ignored by many Nigerian writers is plausible. It shows that Abubakar
is unafraid of loving his homeland, to which he dedicates the book.
And he writes with a true patriotsm, a love for his country that’s not
blind. He dares to steep the prose in Nigeria’s recent political
history, thus affirming Achebe’s long standing argument that a writer
must engage in the politics of his day.

Abubakar writes splendidly, drawing pictures with unforgettable
phrases like this:
‘She dreamt in sepia. Like rust-tainted water running over the
snapshots of her memory, submerging her dreams in a stream of reddish
The choreography of his language is brilliant and the metaphors are
breathtaking. The prose begets poetry and the phrases are so perfect
he must have bled over. His sentences have poignancy and passion.

I liked  too how he handled the female protagonist in the book. In the
liberal spirit of the 21st century, he lets Binta choose her lover
without caring that he is younger than most of her children. As a
girl, she was forced to marry a stranger thrust upon her by a
dictatorial father. As a grown woman, Binta lets sexual attraction be
the guiding light of her new relationship; a bond in which she gets as
much as she gives, a liaison in which her body is no longer a source
of shame but of pleasure to herself and the man she chooses to give
herself to.

Abubakar doesn’t paint his story with broad strokes, he pays attention
to detail. His characters are sensitive and their domestic incidences
plausible. The conversations too are delightfully realistic which
shows that the writer is an attentive observer of his surroundings. I
found my emotions enmeshed into those of the characters once  it
occurred to me that beyond the boubous, hijabs and perfect makeup, lay
mothers and sisters who yearn for  love and understanding even as
they morph from victims to creators of their own circumstances.

Abubakar has gone a step further. He has redeemed the modern writer.
Through the seriousness and thoughtfulness he accords his prose, he
has proven that the modern writer, despite endless chatter on social
media platforms, is still capable of emerging as a deep, scholarly
thinker. Abubakar has undoubtedly, like Achebe said of Adichie, also
come to us almost fully made.season

Love tale brewed in Kibera


The love between Kennedy Odede, 31, and Jessica Posner, 29, is so effortless and palpable to anyone in their presence, it is unbelievable how far apart their worlds were before they met almost nine years ago.

Jessica’s journey from Denver, USA, to Gatwekera in Kibera, started with an email to Kennedy in 2007, requesting to work as a volunteer at his organisation, Shining Hope for Communities (SHOFCO), which he had started as a 15-year old. His aim was to make a positive change in his community, no matter how small. Jessica had learned about him through a friend that had visited Kenya six months earlier.

“Send me your CV,” was Kennedy’s swift response to her email.

Unperturbed but slightly surprised that her offer to volunteer her services was met by a request for her CV, Jessica, then 21, sent it anyway.

Kennedy laughs at the memory.

“I was a Garvey-an,” he explains, referring to Marcus Garvey, a Jamaican political leader who was a staunch proponent of the Black Nationalism and Pan-Africanism movements.

“I did not want to rely on a mzungu for help, since I believed Africans can solve their own problems. I thanked her for offering to volunteer, and then went ahead to explain that SHOFCO was looking for skills that would add value to us,” he adds.

It turned out Jessica, then a student of theatre studies at Wesleyan University in Connecticut, had the experience and education to match what was needed.

There was more to Jessica’s request.

She wanted to live with Kennedy and his family in Kibera during her volunteer period, to which Kennedy responded with a resounding no.

“I insisted. My reasoning was that if he could live there, why couldn’t I? Whenever someone tells me no, I set out to prove them wrong,” explains Jessica with a smile.

He wrote back that he lived a very modest life and could not imagine her surviving without running water or electricity.

He was referring to the single room he had rented in Kibera and which he shared with his seven siblings.

Jessica insisted on living with him even after her first visit there and his consistent Nos.

“I had no idea what I was getting myself into,” she admits.

The stark reality hit her when she moved into Kennedy’s single room and had to bathe herself from water in a bucket in the middle of the room.

“I was trying to take a shower in a bucket and realised I had no idea about how to cope with the reality of not having running water,” she says.

“I remember my neighbours kept knocking at my door, asking if the mzungu I brought to my house was still alive. We were all so sure she would not survive,” adds Kennedy, laughing at the memory.

That single email launched a bond that has stayed on for almost a decade, and has seen the couple, now married for nearly four years, grow both the SHOFCO movement and their relationship from strength to strength despite the glaring differences in their backgrounds.

Jessica in Denver

Jessica had a blissful childhood. Born in Denver in 1986 as the first born child of a family of three children, she grew up in a beautiful house in Denver, with her days spent playing hide and seek and tag with her siblings, sometimes until early evening.

“It was a happy childhood and I realised later how privileged I was as a child. I went through life knowing exactly what I wanted from it, went on to a public school and eventually to a good college,” says she.

She decided to study abroad in Kenya, and shortly after making this decision a friend who had visited Kenya six months earlier told her about Kennedy’s organisation.

“It’s true, he asked me to send my CV. In retrospect, it was not a very welcoming response but after I arrived in Kibera, I realised that I could never really understand the challenges and opportunities there the way he did,” says Jessica.

Kennedy in Kibera

Kennedy’s childhood too, was idyllic, or so he thought as he saw the world from the lenses of a five year old boy. It wasn’t until he was six years old and rummaging through the dustbin for food in Langata Otiende with his friends that he realised that there was a world beyond Kibera that existed, one where people had so much food that they could afford to throw it away.

The poverty that Kennedy and his family went through when he was growing up in Kibera was so engulfing that even their poor neighbours thought they were too poor to mix with them or their children.

A neighbour once forcefully removed their clothes from the line and stomped on them, claiming their clothes would infect theirs with the lice and fleas they held. The reality was that Kennedy’s family could hardly afford to buy water, let alone soap, and would often fetch water from the sewage, which his mother would try to filter using sand.

Extreme poverty and domestic violence were the order of the day in their household, but amidst this, Kennedy still held on to the hope that things could one day change.

A young Kennedy, wise beyond his years, with an extraordinary curiosity, hopefulness and eagerness for learning but whose parents could barely afford to feed him, let alone to educate him, implored upon his neighbour and childhood friend to teach him all that he had learned in school.

Most evenings, the little student would transform into Kennedy’s teacher, teaching him how to count and read, just as he had been taught in school, and sharing his homework with Kennedy. And just like that, he learnt basic reading and writing.

Despite this, his hope eventually turned into despair, which saw him take to the streets and join a gang of boys who, among other things committed petty crimes and used glue.

“I became an angry child, I smoked bhang, sniffed glue and stole from people when begging did not work,” he offers.

His mother, who was dealing with her own struggles and challenges, let him be, and he lived on the streets from the time he was 10 years old until he turned 13.

It was not until his best friend died in the hands of a mob that Kennedy abandoned the path of crime his life was leading to.

He was so eager to turn his life around that he started volunteering his services of cleaning dishes and working as a waiter to a woman who ran a food kiosk in Kibera in exchange for food. It was while conducting his duties one day that he met a white priest, a bright light in his otherwise dark life.

“I used to pinch my nose and mimic a ‘white man’s’ greeting. He was amused at my antics and our conversations soon led to him offering to sponsor me through secondary education when he realised my predicament,” says Kennedy.

He struggled to catch up with his classmates, having had no formal education thus far, and with the priest’s encouragement, eventually caught up. He, however, did not manage to complete his secondary school education as his sponsorship was cut short when the priest left the country.

His passion for acquiring knowledge did not die when his dream of getting educated ended, and he surrounded himself with books by Marcus Garvey, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks, which were donated to him by a different priest who recognised his passion for reading.

“I was in and out of school a lot but mostly out. I had a different kind of education that serves me today. An education of people, community, street and experience,” he adds.

He took on manual jobs to make ends meet, and would often walk all the way from Kibera to his look for work in Industrial Area but one day gave up on living such a life when he found his friend’s lifeless body hanging from a rope in his house, with the suicide note left behind saying he could not take the kind of life he was living anymore.

With the knowledge acquired from the books as his driving force, he used Marcus Garvey’s ideologies to convince a group of his peers that they did not need money to come together and make a difference in their community. That simple acts like cleaning the streets, collecting garbage or protecting their womenfolk did not require money. It was from this speech that the SHOFCO movement was born, attracting international attention only four years after its inception and earning Kennedy an invitation to speak at the World Social Forum, where Jessica’s friend first saw him make a presentation about the challenges of living in Kibera.

Her received Jessica’s email soon after this.

“I thought she was insane. Receiving that email from some stranger across the world was intense but after she showed up in Kibera there was an immediate spark we both felt. There was something between us that seemed as if we had met very long ago. I admire her boldness and bravery. Her determination has gotten us through so much,” says Kennedy.

First meeting

“I’m coming,” was Kennedy’s response on the phone one a half hours after he had promised to pick up Jessica from the Adams Arcade stage along Ngong road.

Slightly miffed, she wondered why her host would be late to pick her up.

Later, she learned that Kennedy had no bus fare to get him to Adams from his place of work as a janitor, and had decided to walk to the meeting place.

He walked with her through Kibera for the next two days with her hands firmly tucked in his.

“It’s the Kenyan culture to hold hands,” he had explained it away when she asked.

“I asked around about this Kenyan culture which he had assured me was all it was, but was told no such thing existed,” Jess remembers with a laugh.

So why did she trust Kennedy enough to move into his single room even though they hardly knew each other?

“I am a very instinctual person. I just had a gut instinct and a good feeling about him,” says Jessica with a gentle smile.

Kennedy knew he liked her from the beginning but despite sharing a room for a whole month, it wasn’t until Jessica fell ill with malaria and he was gripped with the fear of losing her that he revealed his feelings.

Jessica got admitted to the Nairobi hospital for treatment where she spent a week drifting in and out of consciousness.

Kennedy walked from Kibera to Nairobi Hospital every day to visit her.

“I had never visited Nairobi Hospital before obviously, and seeing her lying there, I thought I was going to lose her before I told her how I felt. In my culture, it would mean bad things if she died without me having told her how I felt, so one day when I was sure she was asleep, I whispered into her ears: ‘I love you, Jessica’ and ran out of the hospital very fast back to Kibera, just in case she heard me as I was scared,” says Kennedy, laughing at the fond memory.

“I was feverish and had been having strange dreams during my time at the hospital, so I was not sure whether it was a dream or not, and I realised I just had to ask him whether I had been dreaming or if he had actually told me that he loved me,” adds a smiling Jessica.

So how did she feel when he confirmed his feelings for her?

“I was a bit overwhelmed,” she says, but thankfully shared the same sentiments, and a relationship blossomed.

Going back home

Their relationship was now two months old but Jessica’s semester abroad had ended and she eventually had to go back home, pretty sure that the romance was over as a long distance relationship would be unsustainable, but they still kept in touch, which was how she got to learn that as a Luo man, in the heart of Kibera in Post-Election Kenya in 2008, Kennedy was a prime target for violence. His friends around him died, and he escaped death narrowly, partly because he was fluent in both Luo and Kikuyu.

Jessica rallied her friends and family to get him funds to help him flee to Tanzania, and then through sheer determination, implored upon several universities to admit the brilliant young man even though he had no formal certificates and only a few years of formal education, which was no mean feat, but unsurprising for a woman who, in her own words, never takes no as a final answer.

“I may have travelled to America for my undergraduate studies but the best education I ever got was the PhD I got from the streets,” says Kennedy, laughing heartily at the statement as only a man who is at peace with his past can do.

“My father shed tears when he first saw Kennedy,” says Jessica. They were tears of compassion and acceptance. Jessica had prepared her family to meet the remarkable young man who had overcome odds to finally join an American university.

Her family has been fully supportive of the relationship, even if hers is the first interracial relationship in the Jewish family.

“My grandparents obviously had a more difficult time accepting it because they come from a different generation, but they eventually came around,” says Jessica.

Kennedy’s father, on the other hand, had grilled Jessica while she was in Kenya about her intentions with his son, and was satisfied with her responses. Upon giving his approval, his only question was how they would bring the cows to Denver. Today, Jessica enjoys a close relationship with her in-laws.

Kennedy, who graduated with a degree in sociology and is a trustee of the university, used his leadership skills to rally support for the SHOFCO movement back home. Jessica is a distinguished alumni of the college as well.

One is tempted to ask what she saw in him then that no other woman did?

“Kennedy is the love of my life, you can’t help who you love and when I met him I realised he was a visionary, and that his dream was so big that SHOFCO was just the beginning. I am lucky that he gave me this opportunity to be part of this dream.”

“I remember that as a young man working in the factory, I could not even dare approach a woman. My clothes were tattered and I smelled of sweat. Besides, when you cross over to the other side of Kibera, the women speak in English, and I was not confident at all to speak it. When I started SHOFCO, it became my wife, I was fully invested in it,” he says.

“He is so brave and doesn’t ever think about what is impossible. When he has an idea, he makes it happen. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t blink or hesitate, he moves! He has also stayed humble despite all his achievements and does not take the love from his people for granted,” Jessica adds.

“I believe in humanity. I’ve come to accept that the beauty of life is not what we own materialistically but what we own inside us. And this are the values such as humility, love, family, friends and touching others people’s lives positively,” says Kennedy.

Kennedy and Jessica plan to start a family soon, and currently they live with Kennedy’s youngest sibling Hillary, who they took in when he was three years old. He is now 10. He calls them dad and mum.

The couple penned their love story in the New York Times bestselling book Find Me Unafraid.



Kennedy Odede started Shining Hope for Communities (SHOFCO) in 2004 with passion, 20 shillings and a soccer ball. Growing up in Kibera, one of the largest slums in Africa, he experienced extreme poverty, violence, lack of opportunity, and deep gender inequality.

In 2007, Kennedy met Jessica Posner, a bright and driven American student studying abroad. Together they devised the model that SHOFCO utilises today. SHOFCO’s innovation is to link girls’ education to deeply-needed community-wide services. The SHOFCO model is centered around a school that provides a superior education with free healthcare, food, and psychosocial services. The school gives students the support they need to complete their education and the tools to find a path out of poverty for themselves and their families. From the school, SHOFCO extends holistic community services beyond the families of students to the entire community. We identify the services people value most, like clean water, quality health care, and economic empowerment opportunities. . How, for instance? This increases the value of girls and women, invites both genders to participate in the solution, and allows girls’ schools to be portals for large-scale social change.

About their book

Kennedy and Jessica Odede have captured the story of their lives in the New York Times bestseller Find Me Unafraid, which is currently available on order online via Amazon.

“The book has been an idea, a dream even, for many years. So many people have encouraged us to share our story and by a sequence of events the world allowed us to have the time to write. That being said it did take us about three years to write it,” says Kennedy.

“We are thrilled it became a NY Times bestseller and humbled that the world has so openly welcomed our story,” adds Jessica.

Awards Won for their work with SHOFCO

Jessica Posner Odede

Echoing Green Fellow, Named Top World Changer under 25 by VH1, WomenSphere Global Leader and Wesleyan University Distinguished Alumni.

Kennedy Odede

Echoing Green Fellow, World Economic Forum Young Global Leader, Forbes 30 under 30, Business Daily 40 under 40, and Wesleyan University Trustee.

An edited version of this story appeared in the Daily Nation.

Finally in Kenya: Amazing Grace Musical

Amazing Grace: The Musical is based on the awe-inspiring true story behind the world’s most beloved song. A captivating tale of romance, rebellion and redemption, this radiant production follows one man whose incredible journey ignited a historic wave of change.

St. Mary’s will be the first institution after broadway to put up the play, and they are promising a show you won’t forget!

Brimming with emotion and adventure, AMAZING GRACE is an unforgettable musical that captures the spirit of history’s sweetest and most powerful sound: FREEDOM!

St.Mary’s School, Nairobi

2nd March – 5th March 2016

Wednesday 2nd March 11:00AM – 500 Ksh
Thursday 3rd March 6:00PM – 1000 Ksh
Friday 4th March 6:00PM – 1000 Ksh
Saturday 5th March 1:00PM (Matinee Show) – 500 Ksh
Saturday 5th Match 6:00PM (Grand Finale) – 1000 Ksh

Tickets are available at the St. Mary’s accounts office.

For more information, please email


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BOOK REVIEW: Maya Angelou’s “The Heart of a Woman”

I fell in love with Maya Angelou when I first heard her recite “Phenomenal Woman”, a poem is celebration of women, and how confidence can make even the plainest of women make men turn heads. Sample a few lines that made me fall in love with Maya’s writing;
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I listened to the CD over and over in my car, until it got too scratched and tired, that is.

Source: Amazon
Source: Amazon

Then I bumped into “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” in one of those “Bend Over” street bookshops and was completely toast.
“The Heart of a Woman” is the fourth volume of her autobiography, and is preceded by “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”, “Gather Together In My Name” and “Singin’ and Swingin’ and Getting’ Merry Like Christmas”, all beautiful , poetic accounts of her life.
She tells the story of her colourful life with the humour, grace and acceptance of imperfection that only she can. Like the title insinuates, she goes right into the heart of her “woman”: From romantic love, maternal love, heartbreak, domestic violence, racial discrimination, gender discrimination- No subject is taboo for this witty writer.
Her accounts of meeting famous characters like Billie Holiday, Martin Luther King and Malcolm X make for refreshing, interesting personal accounts of historical figures that the world adored.
The simple, conversational tone, a trademark of Maya’s writing, makes for an easy, down to earth read that men and women alike can relate to.



Dear Professor Ngugi,
Even I, agree that come back  home is a very beautiful phrase. Especially when spoken to a prodigal child, an embittered spouse or an exiled writer. It could even be more tempting when uttered by not just a fellow ‘cowardly’ writer but the head of state himself. And what’s more, in your case, it was told as you received a smile here, a Ketepa cup of tea there and a handshake somewhere. Therefore, I wouldn’t judge you too harshly if you were already thinking of packing your bags once you landed in the good city of California. However, I’d like to give you some counsel on why you shouldn’t move to Kenya just yet…
First of all, moving from University of Irvin to University of Nairobi will mean that you take a huge salary slash.  As you might be aware Mr. Ngugi, our local…

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If Mombasa old town was to be a person, then, he’d without a doubt be that old Swahili pirate with lots and lots of delightful ancient travel tales and relics and a single eye as evidence of his numerous adventures.
A ten minutes ride on a tuk-tuk from downtown Mombasa town, past tall whistling coconut palms, will deliver you, safe and sound at the entrance of Mombasa old town. The ancient town will then, as in a time travel tale, stretch out its arms and enfold you into its rich history, taking you years and years back.
 Yet it is not Mombasa Old town’s history that will take your breath away at first but its 18th century artful architecture; carved and curved beautiful old buildings, elegant balconies and coral walls whose designs were influenced by Portuguese and Islamic Arab traders of old.
A stroll around…

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