18th,October- 2003.

It wasn’t my first. Maybe my second or third. But its the most memorable. The weekend started on a high note. Rather, a joyful note. Classes ended at around 1pm. After lunch the whole school got to work. Cleaning, scrubbing, picking litter, arranging, preparing. In the evening we would have visitors. We had to beContinue reading “18th,October- 2003.”

STREET PREACHER

She always saw them everywhere, in the matatu, around archives and the markets. Sometimes with a microphone, other times with really worn out bibles. After listening to them for over a hundred times, she has learnt the art of switching off when they speak. Except one or two times when they actually deliver a messageContinue reading “STREET PREACHER”