Staying Connected : How Technology Can Help Protect Immigrant Families
Cases of people disappearing without a trace are not new among immigrant communities. International students get lost. Immigrant…
Cases of people disappearing without a trace are not new among immigrant communities. International students get lost. Immigrant…
In the evolving world of home care, new patterns quietly emerge long before they are formally named. One trend I have observed o…
KAG East University is a private university owned by Kenya Assemblies of God. It admits government sponsored students via KUCCPS…
Brief History of Kabarak University Kabarak University is a private Chartered institution of higher learning. Founded in the ye…
When I was a young man, strong in limb and proud in stride, I loved a girl called Karura. Ahh… Karura. Her laugh was like the ri…
In the Islamic Republic of Iran, political authority ultimately rests not with the elected president, but with a cleric whose of…
I once had a friend who looked me straight in the eye and said, “I have zero morals.” Then he added something even more chilling…
To the young, it was just land. To the old, it was a living memory. In Gitithia, the first and second generations once walked un…
They survived the camps to save the land—only for us to sell it. I was born in Gitithia village, a time when nearly ninety-nine …
To my children, it was an abandoned bus stop. To us, it was the beginning of every journey. I sat with my children under the sha…
There was a time when help did not ask which kibara, group, you belonged to. When Gitithia was one village, I was just a small b…
In Gitithia, death never arrived unannounced—it always sent a message first. In the quiet Gitithia, where the air was thick with…
They turn taps today, not knowing their village once walked for every drop. In Lare forest, the sound of clattering jerrycans ec…
We gained freedom—but forgot who was meant to teach us how to use it. The village we live in today is a far cry from the Gitithi…
They did not inherit houses of stone—they built them, one era at a time. In the early 1960s, the villagers of Gitithia emerged f…
They shared a village—but not the same history. Gitithia village, at first glance, appeared to be a closely connected community.…
Healing once walked to the village—then learned to leave quietly. In Gitithia, life was simple, and so were the people’s ailment…
They left to build a future—and came back old enough to mourn it. Gitithia, a village once vibrant with the laughter of children…