Zero to a Hundred

The message came late on Friday night. It was extreme in brevity, inconsistent and rushed, like a shopping list mother would write down before dashing to the market. The message read…   I relate to your stories but I do not know in what way. I saved this on a notepad. Ask me for a … Continue reading Zero to a Hundred

Who is your Family?

It is a huge table under a gazebo behind a tall building. A silent, calm and serene atmosphere. We are having lunch and everything is so peaceful apart from occasional bursts from Kamotho about discipline.   “When I ask a question, I expect an answer. I like responses just like you do because we are … Continue reading Who is your Family?