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...
For Worse
  Previously in Njambi & Kagwe’s World… The Jambo ballroom at Safari park is abuzz with conversation and clinking glasses when we walk in. We are there for the Aviation industry...
Mayday
You are tired. Exhausted. Your bones are aching. Your muscles are sore. Your eyes are saltier than sea water but it’s three o’clock in the morning and you can’t sleep – for no reason other tha...
Candids Captured on the Streets of Nairobi
There is something exhilarating about being out in the wild, but urban spaces can be fun too if you know how to look. It is not so much about the place, as how you view it. It requires looking at thin...
On Motherhood
When I see Magda again for the first time in two years, she is not what I expect. I can see the strain of motherhood in her gait. She tells me, without the giddiness of a new mom, that her daughter ha...
Fall at your feet
A woman is healed by clasping at your cloak’s hem, The life and power in your Word completely astounds them. The man who dines with sinners assigns himself the Messiah’s task? And true to ...
Lessons From the River
Nestled on the slopes of two magnificent hills was a small village built along the banks of a great river that ran through the valley. At the every edge of the village, closest to the forest on the hi...
Scars Fade Away
At every break of dawn Begins a new day of hustles, A ground for new battles As we grope into the unknown, Together, yet somehow still alone.   We struggle with our needs And hide our shameful de...
Non-judgment: Finding Acceptance in Our Unity of Purpose
Like I mentioned in my last article, “Why We Meet the People We Meet”, I am fan of the many creation stories that exist out there. Many of these stories tell a tale of Source existing in a...
Friends in My Yard (Part Three)
Hey peeps! I’m taking a brief break from my usual travel chronicles. But not to worry, they’ll be back in no time. If you have been around this blog for a while you know by now that I’m an avid ...