Every night before we went to bed, we would gather in the kitchen around the fire and mother would narrate to us a story as she cleared up. My siblings and I would stare wide-eyed at her, waiting in...
This generation, watoto wa siku hizi, they don’t know how to do a single thing! They do’t read enough, they don’t succeed enough, only shame to us do they bring! They go out too much, ‘hang around’ too much,...
The most difficult part is letting go. Struggling, crawling on their hands and knees. Whole heartedly, you offer your help. You crawl with them, eventually when they are able, you sit with them and when they find the will...