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The Woman Who Saved the Business

In the cold, misty July mornings of Gitithia, traders set up their stalls with chapped hands and layered clothing. Woolen hats, …

They Both Called Him Husband

Every morning, as the city of Nairobi stirred to life, Gacambi’s voice rose above the clatter of metal buckets and early street …

God Is Giving Him His Portion

It was a typical Monday morning at 10 a.m., and I was at my business at Gitithia, preparing for the day's customers. The mor…

Staying Out to Keep the Peace

In the old-fashioned shopping centre of Gitithia, nestled in the heart of Lari, lived a man named Mwalimu. Mwalimu was a retired…

The Ride that Went Too Far

In the quiet village of Gitithia, life was simple and tough. The people of Gitithia, mostly farmers and small traders at nearby …

The Flower That Never Bloomed

Kababa was the son of Ciru, but his life unfolded under the roof of another woman’s fading strength. He grew up in the homestead…

A Sunday of Secrets

Last Sunday, Joy met Brian at around 11 am. The day had dawned with a glimmer of excitement and a hint of rebellion. Joy had fak…

Secrets That Saved a Marriage

Maggie clutched the handle of her suitcase, her heart heavy with sorrow and shame. The confrontation with Mwaura was still fresh…

They Passed Through Our Village

Wahid and Aldhur arrived in Gitithia under the veil of desperation and chaos. Fleeing a civil war that had ravaged their Cumari …

A Boutique, a Loan, and a Lesson

In the small village of Gitithia, stories often travel faster than the occasional gusts of wind that sweep through the dirt road…

The Silence After Amen

Last Sunday, our church was abuzz with excitement and anticipation. It was the time of year for the Bishop's annual visit. H…

The Woman the Village Could Not Break

In our village, Gitithia, there’s a man named Kibogoro who is widely regarded as the most useless villager around. He doesn'…

Two Meals in One Afternoon

It was Tuesday, at around 1:15 p.m. The sun was high in the sky, casting sharp shadows on the Gitithia village. Njoroge was head…

The Photo That Ended It All

Andrew had always been a reserved Gitithia villager, living his life mostly through the screen of his computer. It was on a quie…

A Journey Back to the Front Row

In the quiet Gitithia village, nestled among rolling hills and lush greenery, stood the modest yet proud structure of Victory Mi…

Still Holding Hands

In the heart of Gitithia, the morning sun cast a golden hue over the village paths. Amid the village noise and chaos, a group of…

A Village That Needs Cleaning, Not Quoting

In a land once filled with promise, our village, Gitithia, has become stuffy, like a neglected kitchen where the remnants of pas…

The Calf and the Mother

Come closer my child, let me tell you a story the way our elders told it—slowly, with pauses, so the wisdom can settle in your h…

The Manx Cat of Gitithia

Long ago, in the peaceful village of Gitithia , lived an old man named Kamau . He was known for his quiet ways, his wise sayings…

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