The Celebration and the Exclusion of Nairobi’s Start-ups

(Photo cred: Mutua Matheka) I have been baking for as long as I can remember. At age six or seven, i recall sitting atop the kitchen counter watching my mother bake as drool lingered on the corner of my mouth. Dying to stick my not-so-clean finger and lick the bowl as tradition demands. By the…

Policing Women’s Bodies

This is a post that is long overdue. A post I’ve been wanting to write about for so long it has simmered in my soul and slowly, but unintentionally i have unwittingly become indifferent about it. But i refuse to remain quiet about it for much longer. Maybe this post will get reads… and maybe…