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Holes in the Hands of God

“Now Thomas, called the Twin, one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. The other disciples therefore said to him, “We have seen the Lord.” So he said to them, “Unless I see in His hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and […]

The Outcast to the Inner Circle

For many years, I wanted what you had. I wanted to be you. I wanted people to notice when I walked in, to stand up, take a bow, pull up a seat even if it meant evicting their friends, open doors, and clap when I spoke. I wanted them to speak well of me when […]

While men slept…

“… But that night as the workers slept, his enemy came and planted weeds among the wheat, then slipped away. When the crop began to grow and produce grain, the weeds also grew.  “The farmer’s workers went to him and said, ‘Sir, the field where you planted that good seed is full of weeds! Where […]

Rape: Getting your Life Back by Choosing to trade your Ashes for Roses

In July this year (2004), I was part of the rape statistics recorded at the Nairobi Women’s Hospital’s Gender Violence Recovery Centre. When two weeks later media reports of a break in by thugs into the Thiongo’s apartment, the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach was confirmed by the couple’s admission that Njeeri […]

The Healing Forgiveness

This week I will be a bit different, not that this column is ever the same. This week, I went through the Rwanda genocide, yes, I stepped back into the past and it was a trip I would not wish on anyone. Not even my worst enemy. I had gone for a serious meeting and […]

Turning the hearts of the Daughters to their Step-Fathers

My arrival in Mombasa two Mondays ago was met by a scandal that broke my heart. One of my hosts sat me down and shared the heartache of one woman that is echoed a thousand times in this vibrant coastal town, and perhaps, hopefully not, in other parts of the country. The woman was one […]

Fake Nails: Fake Ammunition

I was doing my usual thing of chasing my tail and managing to stretch my work much later than it should go, when one of my colleagues shouted and told me that I had mail. Okay, you have to have lived in the days of snail mail, and gone to a boarding school up country […]