In life, there are matters that demand silence from us. This is not because they are not important, or that we do not care. It is just that they are sacred.
The youth are shaking the foundations of the status quo and demanding to be heard.
When I published my latest novel, Shadows of Love, I was reminded of something I had always suspected to be true.
Prostitution is not just about sex. It is about power and greed. Our nation is violated by men who symbolize a nation auctioning its soul.
A few months ago, I organised a series of workshops in Kakamega County to confront a crisis that has long gone unattended: the lack of a strong culture of reading in our schools.
Not long ago, my friend David Maillu invited me to his Mathemboni residence. I was excited to visit what I can only describe as the shrine of this mysterious and enigmatic writer.
There are moments when governments must be reminded that not everything is for sale.
Some days ago, social media was abuzz with the story of a divorced couple who decided to bare their hearts before the world.
The more things change, the more they remain the same. As I reflect on these designs, I cannot help but feel the weight of this paradox.
In August this year, Daystar University magnanimously hosted one of the largest and most energetic gatherings of Kenyan writers in recent memory.