mystoryStandingUp

The informal settlement across the fence was buzzing with fear. Word of police returning had spread quickly through the small Nairobi neighborhood, sparking talk of critical resistance. … Read More»

Who would have ever thought that something so simple as connecting people in need with their neighbors would brand me as a rebel. … Read More»

She was sitting at a corner where light was dim and others could hardly see her face. But I could make out her in deep as she was taking breathe so difficult. … Read More»

I had never actually met Uncle Gody before he suddenly showed up that day. Ma had left us alone in the house; me and Talema, my friend from next door. … Read More»

At the age of 2 my son, Mak could only utter about 3 single words. … Read More»

City flea market, Harare. Stacks of second hand clothes, and unopened bales too. We can’t afford the bales; we shuffle through the heaps of old clothes to find the cheapest. … Read More»

My Story - Standing Up … Read More»

For as long as I can remember, I have been intuitive, receiving "hits" about things to come. … Read More»

One thing that gets me going is a bully of any kind. … Read More»

It has been so far a year of successes, learning, and challenges. … Read More»