A day in Kibera with Nick Kozak

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Beautiful Spirit


Beautiful Spirits I meet

Oh I am a spirit for sure

Dancing over black holes

Coz no gravity can hold me down

It is nebulous and fantastic

I am beautiful

With eyes that twinkle like stars

My breasts heavy

Two galaxies in space

My waist circled with saturn’s rings

State of the nation


This photo was taken by lonesomebounty on one of the numerous walks she took in the neighbourhood while she lived in Ngong

You told me

You would rather commit suicide

Than watch me live as I do

Why would you tell me this?

Would you tell me this if you really loved me?

Its not something you did in the past that hurts me

Its what you do now

Those unkind words you so carelessly

shout at me

With you drunken rage




Do you know peace?

Are you really at peace?

Loving you is a war

It is a dictatorial relationship

It oppresses my being

Please come watch the birds with me

Please come see the rain as it softly lands from the sky

And we will have peace

The foundation of all that is beautiful in life

And only then can our nation be at peace

The nation is me and you

How mother and daughter shall choose to live

Is how daughter and her children will live

It is the way of life we will live as a nation

The nation is me and you




I have been quite busy documenting jewellery makers in Kenya of late. This is work I do as part of my content fellowship at soko. An exciting start up that helps craftsmen in Kenya become global entrepreneurs.

This has been a beautiful time travelling to near and far places to see them at work. You would never believe what a willing heart can accomplish when given the right tools and skills. #positivevibes

I am currently working on a story about Ojiko. He has the skill to create beautiful jewellery at his fingertips. Keep looking up the blog at soko for the full story.





I wasn’t at the protest today. My heart was torn between telling a story of struggle we cannot yet see or going to one where the struggle is more agitated.

But the truth is, I do not yet have the courage to protest so violently.

Many thanks to all who took the courage to go for the #FEB13PROTEST!! We all owe wonderful people like you the freedoms we currently enjoy. And you protest against those who are slowly taking them away.

We are not a country that easily recognizes and pays respect to those who really deserve it. Because people like me, privileged and unconscious about the privilege, don’t really understand anger. You don’t really have a reason to have rage when everything goes smoothly.

We never heard what the reverend had to say nor did they let Boniface Mwangi talk, on TV. And news is the god of all that goes on for us. Our eyes are stuck on the TV and we have forgotten to look and understand the world with our own eyes.

People like Boniface Mwangi scare us. Where do they get the energy to be so brave?

When we meet our members of parliament, most of us round our shoulders and stoop low, calling mheshimiwa, while we bitterly call them thieves in our hearts. I wonder what they do to avoid meeting Boniface….A pigs blood bath showed them what they really are.mpigs

Photo from here.

Most of us won’t have the courage to protest. I wasn’t there for this protest either.

Nor I guess would I have been a woman of courage like Mekatilili Wa Menza, nor any of the women generals during the struggle for independence nor been a woman like Wangari Maathai.

Througout history, courageous people have stepped and taken the worst, to fight for the freedoms and privileges we enjoy in Kenya. We should at least remember these brave souls and say thank you.

The media did a great injustice in how they choose to report the protest. Find out more for yourself here. This is a dropbox link with all the protest placards and Reverend Njoya’s speech