They say he who hasn’t traveled, hasn’t seen. Here are my travel stories.
. These words below, are what I wrote after Ihad been informed that the person who I was to stay with , as I visited in Nairobi couldn’t host me. Already at the border, with very little money in my pockets, I was going to a strange place with nowhere to stay. Couldn’t help…
Nairobi blues. When biting coldness doesn’t bite Tuesday night, the 16th of September found us on the road to Nairobi for a writers’ festival called Story Moja festival. By Wednesday morning, we were forging our way through the busy, mind boggling, Swahili packed city center. I guess where the bus stopped us must…
The first time I heard this phase, I was taken a little bit by surprise. It was at a local church deep down in Ntungamo district and I was amazed at the intelligence in it. “If the Crested crane knew its worth, it would collect money for every one that looked at it!” I must…
Life can be spontaneous. At around this time last year, I was bored in Bushenyi and one day, I planned to do something spontaneous just for a change. I had met a certain lady friend of mine who works with Wangari Mathai foundation in Kenya, and had promised to visit her. So I said, Why…
Wednesday in Bushenyi was a day like no other. After probably running after the so called colleague I had, probably him leaving me once in a while, passing through reeds , roads on the side of a mountain in Ntungamo, the hot spring in Kitagata and rolling stones in Ijumo Rukungiri, we would finally…
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