sunset saga

The Darien Gap is a dense and dangerous swath of tropical rainforest located in Central America, between Panama and Colombia. It is a region of impassable terrain, including swamps, rivers, marshes, and mountains. The area is notorious for being very difficult to navigate due to its rugged landscape, lack of infrastructure, and the presence of drug trafficking and other criminal activities. As a result, there is no road or highway connecting North and South America through the Darien Gap. Travelers looking to move between Panama and Colombia must either fly or take a boat around the gap. Some adventurous souls have attempted to cross the Darien Gap on foot or by bike, but it is extremely dangerous and not recommended due to the risk of getting lost, encountering armed groups, or being exposed to diseases and harsh conditions. Efforts have been made to address the issue of connectivity in the region, with proposals for building a road or a railway through the Darien Gap. However, these ...

  I have a single red shirt in my closet. I only put it on when all my other shirts are dirty or if I feel a certain way on a warm, sunny morning. This time, I put it on because it was the only one within my reach. The bus conductor was yelling gibberish into my ears with a heavy Kisii accent. He was saying something about how I had kept them waiting for one hour at the stage, yet my watch told me I was only two minutes late. It sounded almost as if he was crying. To save him his tears and vocal chords, I grabbed the closest shirt and left with my luggage. I realised later it was a red shirt. Childhood was fun before the advent of flat screen TVs and smart phones. We lived every moment to the fullest. Unlike these cerelac babies, we had hands-on experience with life. Our knees and feet were moulded into hard pads due to the continuous interaction with the coarse ground. Back then, when we did something, we genuinely loved it. We would pour our hearts out to derive pleasure from ev...

Adede Owalla is an educationist whose pieces I find very helpful and inspirational. He's an all round author and a thespian who has mastery of literature. This is a story by him about a school girl who lived miserably because of being misunderstood.  In a school whose name won't be of much significance... One Friday evening a dormitory captain  brought up a case of a form two girl that the students  believed to be a member of some satanic cult and reported it to the boarding mistress. The captain claimed that the woman had unusual conversations with unseen spirits in the middle of the night and occasionally ran across other students as they wandered the dormitory area while everyone was asleep.  The previous night, at around 2:00 AM, two students who had gone outside for a call of nature observed someone at the literacy garden, which was next to the hostel. They raised the alarm among the other students, and the security guards came to the rescue. The literacy garden...

In the Katwe slum of Kampala, Uganda, in 2014, a young guy by the name of Daouda Kavuma saw a group of three children who would perform for the people in exchange for fruits or a few cents. only three at the time. Daouda discovered that these children never had a place to call home and did not attend school. They subsisted on the fruits and cash that their audience gave them. Daouda was moved by their predicament and decided to take them in, provide for them, feed them, and train them. He gave the children the name Ghetto Triplets, then changed to Ghetto Kids, and enrolled them in a nearby school. Later, he discovered that other children in Katwe were experiencing a similar situation to them. At that point, he contemplated filing Ghetto Kids as an orphanage. The three founding members of their group—dance, theater, and music—were symbolized by their original moniker, Ghetto Triplets. Kavuma utilizes dance to help the kids have fun, but his main objective is to provide them an education...

Today I almost made fortunes in town from the touts after a police officer gave me his cap to carry. Coincidentally I was in a blue shirt, with a blue notebook and a reflector.  Just to make use of the few minutes I had the mandate of an officer I pointed a finger at a driver just to see his reaction and he saluted me. Waaaaaw!  This story is not about reflectors, note books and touts.  What do you know about Wilhelmina Lancaster?  Sister Wilhelmina Lancaster's body was discovered intact this week, four years after her burial, when the abbess and other nuns chose to relocate it to a last resting place within their monastery chapel, as is customary for founders and foundresses.  Although the body was not embalmed and the wooden coffin had a break down the middle that allowed in moisture and dirt for an unknown amount of time over those four years, the Benedictine Sisters discovered a casket with an apparently intact body instead of the bones they had anticipated ...

First, we all have to agree that very few things on earth come close to Chapattis in terms of 'slaps'. Like literally Chapos go beyond just food for the stomach. It is food for the soul as well, a pain reliever, it depresses anxiety, dissolves stress and numbs depression.  Second, we must also accept that the quality of chapattis depends on the person making the Chapos and not the pan entirely.  I came across these chapos at Pamella Oduor's Kitchen, the spice land and couldn't resist taking a couple of glances at them. Then my mother crossed my mind. Just as her last foot finished crossing, Mathayo came right behind her. My mom made me trust chapos. She made me believe that there's no other meal that edges close. Her chapos are not a collection of album tracks, just greatest hits only. Mathayo is a Chapati mastermind based in Kahawa. He's the cult in this area but unlike Mackenzie, he feeds his followers chapos. Also unlike Mackenzie, tunachopigana nacho tunakij...

  Picture: Kansas City What do you do after you’re locked out of a meeting because you’re late? Or just because you don’t belong there? You go sit in the next space available and rethink about your life, otherwise you can give in to your frustration, go back to your bed and apologize for leaving it frowzy.   You walk to the lift lobby and it’s showery outside – back to the dining area you serve a cup of tea to warm away your blue morning. In one of the most chaotic WhatsApp groups I am in, there is heated discussion concerning women and the damage they can do you. It’s a WhatsApp group with about three hundred members, with a lady being only one – Joyce. How Joyce keeps up with the men there should be studied on a later date. The information that Joyce has about men can be harmful- she participates in all the shenanigans that men talk about. In a group where there are high end professionals you’re sure that time for shenanigans is well distinct from time for serious talks. ...