Tuesday, 24 January 2017

My sweet Nafula

Many moons ago - while the Nyayo milk was still part of the Kenyan school curriculum - my young tender heart was flabbergasted, bara gacha'd and sinfully smitten by the beauty of a village girl who at the time I believed held the keys to my paradise. If I had my way then, I could have bestowed her with a royal exotic name like the Queen of Canterbury, or Sinyereribury. However, the gods had their way, as they always do, and slapped her with a true indigenous African botanical name - Christine Nafula Shikoti. 

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Teen Mums of Kilifi

Purity Bahati (left) and Naomi Kitsao (right) teen mothers in Kilifii County. Data from past studies show that about 13,000 girls drop out of school each year in Kenya due to pregnancy. Photo By UNFPA Kenya / Doulgas Waudo.

“He told me he loved me, and I believed him,” says Purity Bahati. Little did she know that two years later, her world would literally turn upside down.
She began a sexual relationship with her boyfriend while a pupil in one of the public schools in Mnarani, Kilifi County. He was 28 years old. She was 15. Purity became pregnant by the time she was celebrating her 17th birthday, forcing her to drop out of school. “My parents were so furious with me, and they kicked me out of home,” she says while forcing a smile, unsuccessfully.

Monday, 2 January 2017

Mentorship is your missing link to success and greatness

Looking at the big picture
Let's face it. One day, we will all DIE. We will be lying on that cold slab. Breathless, lifeless. Finally silent. We won't be buried with the things we loved or worked so hard to possess. The most we will be buried with, if we are lucky is a fancy coffin, a designer suit or dress. And it's a wrap. DEAD, GONE, and life will go on like we were never around.