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Baby Pink Shirts and Prison Bed Bugs

It has been ages since the CITAM Woodley Music Team wore baby pink during ministry. And when it eventually happened yesterday, I also had to deal with a bed bug I must have ferried off from prison where Lifesong KENYA has its weekly mentoring sessions on Friday. We were in the basement listening to a group do a presentation based on the book of Romans when the bed bug chose to show up. I actually […]

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Celebrating Bits of Success by Eating Baby Shrimps

I am preparing for another fundraising event in September where I look forward to retaining my silver medal in the sprint duathlon category during the Kericho Triathlon Series. Well, I don’t usually raise that much funding, but then again, my running, biking and swimming events have stopped being platforms to raise money. Along the way, I became sucked into the thrill, challenge and becoming tough through running half marathons, running, biking and walking-running with my

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Throwing Pebbles into the Ocean

Hosting the boys we mentor at Lifesong Kenya, reminds me of five of my teachers, I call them life teachers. Two were my English teachers in primary school. Two taught me English in high school. One taught in a school for the blind while the last one used to be a university lecturer. All these men taught me how to be a man. All these teachers had one thing in common. They opened their doors

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How to reclaim victory from a losing position

  My memory of seeing female-led homes being on the rise dates back to when I was growing up. Not a single fortnight passed by without a young man dying in our village. This meant there were widows and orphan who needed a man to do the following:- provide guidance and direction speak positive things teach from personal experience We were not looking for a perfect man. In fact, we would have easily learned more

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Where I Grew Up They Didn’t Hold Hands

Listening to any Kenyan radio talk show you will discover how endangered women and children are. Unfortunately, our women are not running towards the loving arms of a dad. Instead, they are running, as far away as they can, from him. Four years ago, I heard a conversation that shocked me between a group of women. I don’t need a man in my life, one of them said. All I need is a good looking man

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