One of the first things Wilfred Mwangi did when he came back to Kenya was to visit his alma mater, Strathmore University. Walking past the green lawns and along the shiny terrazzo floors that had for him been a most welcome and terrifying refuge, the father of two looked back on his past and marvelled […]
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The old man was quite short, but he stood straight as a pole. Were it not for the wrinkles on his forehead and bags of age under his eyes, one would have thought him much younger. When he spoke, his youth seemed to creep back in, giving a kick to his accented words. Clearly, this […]
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The guests sat on plastic white plastic chairs, shaded from the strengthening sun by low tents erected in the dusty esplanade. At one end of the tent, on a raised platform with its own awning, were seats behind a long table. They were for the main guests and organisers. The central one was reserved for […]
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