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I refer to my red dress as my healing dress; I purposefully purchased it to communicate without words. I wanted to say that I can make decisions, I can speak for me. You can see my tummy is unapologetically bulging and I was so excited that I didn’t tuck it in; I was in a … Read more

I have been thinking how Christians who have gone through domestic violence are handling their children’s spiritual lives🤔. Are we still able to sell our God to them? I am not a very patient mother but my daughter has given me no option. So I have had to enjoy engaging them in devotions. Like talking … Read more

Let’s continue with Kananu episodes. Isn’t it a struggle to write this! Sometimes when we lack identity and security we specialize in our areas of expertise to give us a boost and a name in different kinds of relationships we engage in. We become servants in all the spaces we show up on, to our … Read more

                     As we look forward to the success of #lowerfoodprices, My crazy friend Kananu dares me to write on how the abused becomes very toxic and abusive in their other relationships.  I know she thinks this is a piece of cake for me but am stammering all through.  How do you even share how abusive … Read more

I have tasted the shame of bed wetting. I have tasted the shame of being infested with jiggers. I have tasted the Shame of poverty/lack/Scarcity. I have tasted the shame of birthing out of wedlock. I have experienced shame…… But then there’s the shame of domestic abuse. And especially on a Christian woman. And so … Read more

“Jesus was sleeping at the back of the boat with his head on a cushion. The disciples woke him up, shouting, “Teacher, don’t you care that we’re going to drown?” Mark 4:38 So yesterday as one of our leaders in ‘Holistic Healing Well-Kenya’ shared on the above scripture, I couldn’t help but ponder on what … Read more

I remember 3 days in a week from 2017 to 2019; I would come home at 10pm and wake up the children just to check if they’re ok. I was doing ‘gumbaru’. As if waking them up at that time is not insulting enough I would want them to speak to me and tell me … Read more

But who can adorn a red pair of long trouser, throw in some whites, a dash of brown and strike a pose with a sportsman cigar if not my father. You checked his shoes? And that cap….I need to enquire. Maybe this is how they tesad those days, they’d say things like “look imeweza” of … Read more

I would have wanted to write about this later in life, but what I read from Caroline Kangogo’s death have left me with no option. I grasp things slowly; apologies for bringing this up later after you’re almost forgetting her. In this case I will write about the MARRIAGE institution. Let’s talk as individuals; society … Read more

One Wednesday evening, April 2019, I walked into All Saints Cathedral. The Alabastron Network Trust had an open day then. A dear friend had suggested I should attend their renewing self programme, she’s very blunt and the choice was mine to make. So this evening I crept in, smoothed nothing off my derriere and slumped … Read more