Broken Telephone

Ring a ding,

My name is broken telephone,

Words on the line,

Some true,some false,

You decide.

Ring a ding,

I heard that he said she said,

That she said he said,

Oh yes! You better beLIEve.

Ring a ding,

Let’s get our undies in a bunch,

He’s an arse isn’t he?

She’s a female dog isn’t she?

Ring a ding,

Ring a ding,

Ring a ding.

Is it a lie?

Is it the truth?

Well…let’s not get it from the horses mouth,

Because, broken telephone.
This piece is inspired by a game my friends and I used to play as kids. The name of the game was ‘Broken Telephone’. At that point in my life, it was just a game some human came up with. Well,at this point in life,the game makes sense.

You see,we all have different versions of the truth. And at times,our truth is from what we hear from our friends,spouses and friends. Often,about each other. That is known as ‘gossip’ in our day to day life. And,gossip feels so sweet doesn’t it? It’s weird that when we talk ‘smack’ about one another,there is so much excitement in our voices. Like “OMG did you hear about how and so cheated on his wife???”. And,all of a sudden, all ears perk up. Or, ” He told me that she told him, that Mr.So and so cheated on his wife!!”. Then,the rumor spreads,changing form from one portray-er to another.

A broken telephone.
Time stamp:



Song: Listening to the jazz drive on 98.4 Capital FM.

Broken hearts and cold Nairobi mornings.

Let me know,

Where do all the broken hearts go?

To find solace,

To heal?
And,these hearts,

Do they carry heavy burdens, heaved on their backs?

Do they look around and grab at the broken pieces?

When they get there,

To that place,

Do they sit on their own?

Licking their cracks,

Hugging themselves?


Are they joined by other broken hearts,

To heal together?
Let me know,

Where the broken hearts go,

So I can go,

And heal mine.


PS: The image featured here is an art piece,known as ‘The Kiss’ by one Gustav Klimt. It’s an artistic expression of a love story;Apollo and Laurens from the works of Ovid,a Roman poet who lived during the middle ages and the Renaissance. The story is quite interesting, you can check it out sometime.


Time stamp:

11:10am, 5th May 2017

My desk at work,Nairobi,Kenya.

Song: Me,U&Hennessey- DeJ Loaf

I don’t know what title to give this. Change? Change maker? Purpose? 

Sigh. It’s about time for us to be independent. Kenya,I am speaking to you. How many years has it been,since that night in 1963,where we got our land back..or at least that’s what we thought. It’s about time we stopped being dependent, a little bit too dependent on international aid. Money masked as a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

We are capable of so much. Have you ever seen how creative we get when something dramatic happens? The number of memes,songs,jokes that come out of an ‘extraordinary’ occurrence is astonishing. We can use the same creativity to solve our problems, can’t we? Maybe our first step is to look outside ourselves, distance yourself from yourself, look outside, at your community. Identify a problem…empathize…investigate and create a solution.

Anyone can become a changemaker,an innovator,a leader. I promise. And the beauty is,you can bring change in whatever sector,whatever community. All it needs is a paradigm shift, a personal commitment and a shitload of prayer.

I recommend you to read up on the following terms, if you would like to take up this challenge,or feel like this might be your purpose in life. As a newbie/future change maker,we can do this!!


1.Social innovation

2.Change maker

3.Design thinking

4.Social entrepreneurship

5.Growth mindset


My desk,at work,Nairobi, Kenya.

Song: Africa by Salif Keita(Such a nice coincidence)

Gracious Leader

Let me follow my leader,

My ever gracious leader,

The one who gives me a stone,

And I use my might to throw.

Let me follow my fellow man,

Into a boat of insanity,

As we rock forward in this storm,

For he is my captain and master.

I will leave my home for him,

I will burn my hand for his.

He will feed me,won’t he?

He will feed my family,

He will take my children to school.

Because he loves me,oh yes he loves me.

So,let me follow my leader,

My ever gracious leader,

Jump when he says jumps,

Burn when he says burn,

Kill when he says kill.

Because, he is my gracious leader,

And I, his humble servant.
Time Stamp:

11:34am,26th April 2017(Nomination day)

In a random building in Kisumu, Kenya.

Song:The shouts of rioters from outside this building.


This is a special dedication to you, Mother Earth,

For giving in plenty,

For blessing us with your beauty,

For abundance,

For Water,





This is a special thank you,

For your patience,

When we grab and plunder,

For when our greed exceeds our needs.

For the special reminders,



That we are not in control,

That we are your children,

Who at times need some disciplining.


This is a promise to you mother,

That we are mending our ways,

Your lessons, for respect of your abundance,

Passed down from generation to generation,

Will not go in vain.

We shall correct our ways,

For the sake of a balance,

For our future generations,

For continuity.


Thank you Mother Earth,

Thank you.


Forever yours,




1335hrs,22/04/2017(Earth Day)

Nairobi, Kenya.

Song: Beasts of no nation-Fela Anikulapo Kuti



As the title suggests, green spaces are indeed, beautiful spaces.  They are a sweet escape from the sometimes harsh realities of life. They are places where people of all ages, religions and social backgrounds go to be with one with nature. To decompress,to express, to laugh, to pray and to be at one with nature and God.

These wonderful spaces are essential for our existence; for the health of our bodies,minds and soul. It is in green spaces where hard decisions are logically thought through ,new friendships formed, relationships cemented and families love shown. They are where children run around and laugh out loud, and discover the beauty of their natural surroundings.It is here, where I am writing this from, that we discover our truest selves; in oneness with nature and God.

I am seated on my favorite bench at the Nairobi Arboretum, in Nairobi, Kenya. Munching away on a  sweet watermelon slice. It is noon, on a warm Easter day. On my left, there is a couple, deep in prayer. On my right, a group of youths having a team building activity. Behind me, a young family, with the mother chasing after her beautiful baby, who is running around with a stick, and giggling his little heart away. Within  the confines of this one hundred year old forest, lies so much life, so much hope and so much love. It is in nature that man appreciates the gift of today, the present.

Imagine the world without trees. What a boring, bland existence. Imagine a city without green spaces; chocking. Chocking the mind, chocking the body,chocking our families, chocking our society. I cannot imagine this, I do not want to.

Green spaces are essential for our existence as a country and in my opinion should be embraced as a way to heal and build our nation. We need more green spaces in our cities, for the sake of our society, friendships, families and for ourselves. A breath of fresh air. Go to a green space near you and, breathe in, breathe out.


Time stamp;

1300hrs, 4/14/2017

The Nairobi Arboretum,

Nairobi, KENYA.

Song(I listen to music while writing): Whilk & Misky-Clap your hands.



I have decided to conduct an experiment. Hopefully this experiment will change how many of us view the world. It will affect many lives, especially mine and that of the people around me. I am building a garden. I have no idea what you call such gardens, those that lie on the 3rd floor of an apartment building, with two chairs and a table; a piece of tranquility in the middle of this chaotic city that drains our very being. Waking up at 4 to beat the traffic, slave for the day and come home to a family that is even more tired. This is the first time I am writing and these articles may end up being bland but please bear with me.
I would like to thank some special people for encouraging me to pursue this idea; Ella who listens to all my crazy ideas and Eugene who loves me and provided the space for me to conduct the experiment. I love you.
So, this experiments main objective is to test human beings relation with nature and all its beauty. I will plant flowers and create a green spot on the seventh floor of a noisy apartment building in Pangani, Nairobi. I hope to observe how my friends and neighbors will respond to having a bit of nature close to them. If they spend more time sitting in the garden reading a book or sipping tea on the table and chairs that will be setup and if the neighbors will say hello once in a while or that we will keep flipping through channels, nursing hangovers and being on our phones.
The six months will be documented using photos and videos showing the transition of the balcony and how we react to its presence in our lives.
I hope that this study will be significant to someone somewhere and that it will encourage human beings reconnection with nature and a part of greening our cities. If you are interested in conducting this with me but in a different location, do not hesitate to email me on

Thank you