Mombasa — It was always the same. On the last of summer vacation, leaving grandparent’s house, walking down the dimly lit stairs, with mom walking behind me (she always walked behind me, never in front), she would say the same thing. The literal translation is “Summer is over, its time to collect your heart.” It implies that my heart has grown wild in the hundred days of summer and its time to tame it; sc...
Nairobi — In Sandman cities have dreams and it is entirely possible to get caught in the dream a city is having about itself. This is how I feel about Nairobi: that every time I go I get caught in the dream and...
Nairobi — I met this guy in the Maasai Mara and he told me this was a trait of his people. Neither did I have ample internet connection nor other Maasai around to fact check his story … Now, a few days later...
Nairobi — I am still in disbelief how different 2 capital cities in Africa can be. It is also a bit surreal. So far I could only judge from the way airport to hotel. Security is very high, the hotel has guards...
Nairobi dreaming
Here we are again,with felt painand sweet gainour names written with a stiff penour memories refrain
What happens when you know you are next?
So full. So empty. So rich. So poor.
The sun in my hand. The dust in the wind. The trucks on their journeys.
The birth of our beloved son Haikili. 2012
Hacking at #hackerbeach
Mesmerizing Maasai eyes! Blue on the outside, brown in the middle.
So, this is Nairobi ...
Wild Hearts