The light on my Samsung Galaxy A6 is flashing. My friend Jackie is calling. She is on her way to pick me up, she says. She lives in Karen. I know I have at
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Dishes. Laundry. Lunch. I know what to do. I have done it many times before. But I could care less today.
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History, they say, is written by victors. I am not a victor in this story. A few minutes before 8:00 p.m., I finally drag my
Civil Disobedience is a seminal text. That, I hope, is self-evident. Whoever you might call a revolutionary since 1884 has been forced to read it.
Running. The sting of teargas making my eyes water. Running.
The pain I feel for those my generation lost is
The sequence of events of 25th June 2024 fails me.
Once, on the intersection of Kimathi Street and Mama Ngina
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