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, …
In the cold, misty July mornings of Gitithia, traders set up their stalls with chapped hands and layered clothing. Woolen hats, …
Every morning, as the city of Nairobi stirred to life, Gacambi’s voice rose above the clatter of metal buckets and early street …
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…
In the old-fashioned shopping centre of Gitithia, nestled in the heart of Lari, lived a man named Mwalimu. Mwalimu was a retired…
In the quiet village of Gitithia, life was simple and tough. The people of Gitithia, mostly farmers and small traders at nearby …
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…
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…
Maggie clutched the handle of her suitcase, her heart heavy with sorrow and shame. The confrontation with Mwaura was still fresh…
Wahid and Aldhur arrived in Gitithia under the veil of desperation and chaos. Fleeing a civil war that had ravaged their Cumari …
In the small village of Gitithia, stories often travel faster than the occasional gusts of wind that sweep through the dirt road…
Last Sunday, our church was abuzz with excitement and anticipation. It was the time of year for the Bishop's annual visit. H…
In our village, Gitithia, there’s a man named Kibogoro who is widely regarded as the most useless villager around. He doesn'…
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…
Andrew had always been a reserved Gitithia villager, living his life mostly through the screen of his computer. It was on a quie…
In the quiet Gitithia village, nestled among rolling hills and lush greenery, stood the modest yet proud structure of Victory Mi…
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…
In a land once filled with promise, our village, Gitithia, has become stuffy, like a neglected kitchen where the remnants of pas…
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…
Long ago, in the peaceful village of Gitithia , lived an old man named Kamau . He was known for his quiet ways, his wise sayings…