Images By Jerry Riley Words By Sikiliza “ …Unadamu mkononi na asali mdomoni Matendo yako ni maovu matamshi yako ni matamu Nimeomba haujadhamini nimeiimba hausikii Nimebishabisha nimeitana na mlango haufungui …” There is blood on your fingers honey flows from your tongue As you conceal the boundaries stones While am not looking you stab me in the back with my own spear I play my song but you’re not dancing I pray for you but you won’t believe My knees are aching from nights awake and tears for you … ___________ … ukweli hauna kifo ukweli hauna mwisho Na wewe umejaa vitisho Ukweli hauna mwisho …” Truth never dies Truth has no endAnd all you have are threats Truth has no end” ____________ Powerful words from Eric Wainaina’s single Ukweli meaning Truth in his latest album called “Twende Twende” loosely translated to mean let’s move with some frantic urgency. This song was commissioned as a call for justice in the mysterious death of Father Anthony Kaiser who was reported as having commit...
For the past decade, my professional compass has relentlessly pointed to one crucial question: As social justice advocates, how do we fuse the fire of activism along with the gentle balm of well-being ? I have journeyed alongside incredible feminist organizations, witnessing their powerful efforts to connect the grand visions of transformative social change with the gritty, everyday strategies needed to strengthen our movements. Consistently, self and collective care emerged as an essential ingredient—the very lifeblood that sustains us, especially when so many within our movements, and those we fiercely champion, carry deep, inherited wounds into this work. I have learned that even with our strong desire to challenge injustice and address the profound harm it causes, finding skillful ways to do so without inadvertently creating further pain within our own movements can be challenging. We know we need to disrupt the status quo, but how do we do that without accidentally draw...
This year, we celebrated 62 years of independence from the British colonial regime on June 1 , a day we affectionately know as Madaraka Day. I had the pleasure of spending a delightful weekend in the breathtaking Lake Basin region of Kenya, where I reconnected with cherished old friends. The experience stirred a wave of reflection and nostalgia within me. Dunga Beach Kisumu County As I gazed at Kenya's stunning landscapes, I couldn't help but feel that they hold the secrets, whispers, and timeless tales of our ancient history. From the majestic heights of the mountains to the serene expanses of the lakes, every corner seemed to echo larger-than-life legends and profound life lessons that have shaped our culture. I came to realize that our rich heritage is not merely preserved in the dusty archives of museums or buried in historical texts. Rather, it vibrantly thrives in the fabric of our daily lives, intricately woven into the lively tapestry of oral traditions, captivating loc...
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