Poetry by Wanjiru: Unfazed
  Amid the quagmire, noise and rush, I get a few moments of hush, Moments of silence deep enough To drown out the world’s huff and puff, Moments quiet enough to hear only the sounds Of our reso...
Nairobae
I first learnt about Instameets in 2015. At the time I was just getting into photography and was looking for every opportunity to shoot. When the Worldwide Instameet 16 for Nairobi was announced, I di...
Nairobi National Park at Dawn
  Wild cows against the backdrop of Lang’ata housing and UAP Towers. I’m not a big fan of Whatsapp groups, but the photography ones I am in come in handy. A suggestion to visit the park for a...
Poetry by Wanjiru: Refining Fires
Feed these fires in me, Fan the flames in the coal. Turn my heart into a furnace. Unshroud the affection I hold for him. Rouse the love that resides there. Smelt it, forge it, refine it. If it is endu...
Elementaita: Pink Lake Man Treehouse
Synchronised feeding: the African Spoonbill. A while back, Nature Kenya had organised an overnight camping trip to Aberdares. I’m not a fan of extreme cold but I was ready to try it out. A few days ...
Birding at Paradise Lost
The first time I went to Paradise Lost was on a weekend youth camp. The most vivid memory I carried from there was the biting cold – that was one long night. We didn’t explore the grounds so I...
Gloves are off
  Previously in Njambi & Kagwe’s World… My mother-in-law is not a pious woman. You are more likely to find her holding a how-to guide on pleasing your man than the New Testament. ...
Something Broken
Previously in Njambi & Kagwe’s world… The door to Ben’s office is ajar when I get there. I tap lightly and walk in to find Awiti, our elderly tea lady, serving the afternoon snacks. ...
This Is How He Kills You
You’re staring down the barrel of a six-gun and you don’t even know it. How can you, when you’ve just met? You’re in that blissful, tipsy state where the music has started to course through yo...
Thirsty Thursday
  On this sleepless, February night, I find myself standing by our master bedroom window, watching the quiet rustling of dried, palm leaves dancing in the mild breeze. The heat hangs in the air l...