Early this year, I shared my concerns over the high rate of road carnage using the analogy of the daredevil sparrow who seldom obeyed the law that required him to fly only above the trees.

“They have burnt my hut. Not strangers, ..It is my friends. For shall I not call them friends…We mourn with them their deaths; they cheer our weddings; Always it has been so. But now, they have burnt my hut. One brand into the thatch, nothing is left of my roof… Chairs and tables are burnt, a saved blanket covers me. Now, they have burnt my hut!” I‘ll never forget how our English teacher in Loreto Msongari made us illustrate what this poem by JH Chaplin meant to us.

Are you a member of any political party? Probably not! Do you support or feel close to any political party?

We questioned why the duty-free shops had been brutally brought down leaving one of Africa’s acclaimed airports existing in such a sorry state

Our children need fathers, grandfathers, uncles and father figures to mould, protect them

Once upon a time, monkeys ruled humans. As kings, the primates were domineering, cheeky, deceitful, greedy and outrightly incorrigible

Have you heard the joke about an argument that ensued over supremacy by the body organs?

What an auspicious day it was when Africa turned out in its might and splendour to usher in the Fourth President of Kenya on April 9