Pastors Thoughts
When Generosity Needs Discernment
On a quiet Sunday morning, a pastor stood before his congregation and delivered a message that stirred both agreement and unexpe…
On a quiet Sunday morning, a pastor stood before his congregation and delivered a message that stirred both agreement and unexpe…
When I was young—no taller than the grazing calves—I would walk beside my grandfather to Lare Forest. The forest was alive in wa…
In today’s digital economy, opportunities to earn money online— especially through AI-related platforms —are everywhere. Social …
A Political Play from Lari Characters Narrator – Observes without emotion, cuts through illusion. Gichuka Waithera – Quiet, ste…
The first two months of my stay in the United States were nothing short of chaos. Not the kind you can easily explain, but the k…
A Satirical Play About Dignity, Dependency, and the Theater of Politics in Lari Characters Narrator (Villager) – Observant, iron…
The fire was low, its embers breathing softly like an old man at rest. The night had wrapped the village in a quiet blanket, and…
A Political Satirical Play About Illusions, Losses, and the Education of Aspirants Characters Villager – Narrator; observant, a…
Vicki had always carried America in her mind the way some people carry a song—quietly, constantly, and with a longing that never…
Characters Narrator – Observer of cycles that refuse to break. Gichuka Waithera – An aspirant who sees too clearly. The People…
There once was an old man by the name Watamu who sat beside the road at the edge of the village shops. His back was bent, his ha…
I am an old man now, and I have seen many seasons come and go in my village. Sit closer to the fire and listen to me, for what I…
Long, long ago, before the roads were wide and before people counted days by calendars, there lived a people in the green highla…
Come closer, children of the fire. Pull your stools near and listen, for this is not a story of yesterday only, but of today and…
Wamundara came home from the shamba with the sun still high in the sky. It was around three in the afternoon, the time when shad…
Long ago—no, not so long ago—when the road to Gitithia was still red with dust and hope was cheaper than sugar, a man named Kíih…
Long ago, in rurii, swamp, where the cattle roam and the sun kisses the earth, there lived a bird called Karogi Ngunu—the egret.…
Long ago, in a village where the acacia trees swayed like dancers in the wind, there was a troubling sight: the young men and wo…
Maggie married Kamau with a heart full of hope. He was the son of a village tycoon, and in her mind, that meant rest from strugg…
The police arrived at Karai, Naivasha, when the road had already spoken its truth. The earth was soaked with blood, warm and sil…