Thirty Days in the Corridors

A month of waiting, faith, fear, and the quiet courage of love. 30 days, since November 17. We walked in with hope. Thinking this would be a brief stop. A treatment. A prayer. A quick return home. But hospitals stretch time. And love learns how to wait. We watched you fight in silence, Dad. BetweenContinueContinue reading “Thirty Days in the Corridors”

Are Kenyans in Distress?

Two widows are pissed off. One by unwelcome development. Another by a costly doctor’s negligence.

Not caring for the widows is unreligious and escalates our collective stress levels.

I Didn’t Lose My Job, They Lost Me

Going through transition tests your identify and support base?

When chicken come home to roost, it is who(se) you are that counts.