What is this life?

I have never asked myself so many questions in my life. Especially because everyone else is asking them too. And even though I ask myself, I don’t really expect an answer — just yet. Everything we know is not there anymore. Everything that seemed untouchable is not only reeling — but bleeding. The parameters that had been set by…

Of Kalahari Oysters and the Healing Dance

We were about to embark on a 3 and a 1/2 hour journey from Maun to Ghanzi District in Botswana. It was a bright Wednesday morning and I was feeling good. Nice and energetic. Shabuu, the taxi driver, asked me rather obviously: “Aren’t you going to use the toilet before we go?” “I’m good now….

Could this trip take 9 months?

I have 9 months to find myself. There’s too much dead skin and now I’m waiting for the new me to drop out of the mucus in this imaginary pod. Along the way, I think I forgot the things that made me happy and worked too hard to learn the things that “mattered” in the…

Tracking Down Thieves For Sausages

Otis is a hound. A bloodhound. He is barely over a year old, but his ears are massive, his paws are heavy and playing with him can knock the wind out of a grown man. We meet him and others at the Ol Pejeta Conservancy. He is let out of his pen to play with…

Decor: Making your house a home

I don’t know when the bug hit me, but a long time ago I decided that it was taking too long for me to build my dream house and I needed to create a unique living space. The idea was noble, but as some friends were kind enough not to point out, something was missing….

How to stay sane on Twitter

I had good intentions to write something nice and interesting but try as I might I couldn’t stop thinking about figuratively losing my hair today as I engaged in what I thought were well intended discussions on my timeline. Twitter is a dumping ground for information, fun facts, thoughts and ideas. It is not limited…

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I want to write till my pen hurts I want to write all my troubles away Does knowing your past fix everything? Can’t I even have a measure of success with my thoughts and feelings up in each other’s faces? Do my words show my confusion? Can EVERYTHING be fixed? Music is my therapy Words…

A Kenyan’s tribute to Sridevi; we will miss you

I know. I’m Kenyan. Both my parents are Kenyan. And I am the last person you would expect to talk about this, but I feel like I must celebrate this woman called Sridevi Kapoor. Her big eyes, infectious laugh, great dance moves and flawless ability to take on any role thrown her way – they…

How to join the conservation equation

For as long as we can remember, we’ve been saving elephants and rhinos. Then almost a decade ago, lions numbers were dwindling at an alarming rate from being poisoned by the Maasai for killing their livestock – and we had to save them too. Now we have about 20,000 lions left in the wild. In…