A trauma of love and identity crisis. These are late night thoughts pumped up today on a rainy Wednesday evening on the volcanic soils of Mt Kenya Highlands. Seasons have really changed. During February it used to be sunny for as long as I can remember. A memory so clear…

Today I stumbled over a diary I used to keep four years ago. I was very excited as usual when having a new experience in a new place when I made this entry. “A diary is a room of one’s own” -Virginia Woolf Welcome to my room. This entry is…

Coincidence, Destiny, Fate, Design, Life; A pattern of experiences, memories, moments, decisions, profession, dreams and passion. Yesterday, I thought about today. Before yesterday I had been thinking about Yesterday, Today I am thinking about tomorrow which will be Yesterday in the future. Today is a continuation of where we left…

Fire wood was gold if you didn't have trees planted along your fence in the village in Central Kenya. Climbing indigenous trees was part of my upbringing and my contribution to the course of having a meal in our house. It was a resource to have boy in the compound…

This is my story, a sample story that is not just written to see what it will look like on Medium but as my first story in a while. I have been meaning to write, longing to put down some thoughts. Thoughts that have been brought forth by an everyday…