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Dear Men, I Hope This Post Makes You Uncomfortable — Thoughts on Sexual Harassment

It is Sunday. I am in Douala. The heat is sweltering. The walk from the hotel I am staying at and the venue of the conference I am here to attend nearly melts me. By the time I get there, the conference venue, my Africa’s Talking t-shirt is stuck to my sweaty back. I stand by an air conditioner, my back to it, to cool off.

The Mercedes E220 – Part 1

Friday afternoon, Bob is at work. Not at his full-time place of work, no. It is a public holiday so he did not have to go in today. Today he wears the hat of part-time parking attendant at a church in Kileleshwa. His sister-in-law, Makena, hooked him up with the gig. She is a tailor and normally has her sewing machine set up outside the church. She heard of the parking attendant position from the watchman. The watchman works at the church full-time. When things are slow, Monday to Friday, he spends his days leaning on the fence next to Makena’s sewing machine. They chat on and on about their lives, spouses, children. About the family across the road that seems to have a different car for every day of the week, about the catechist who, like clockwork, comes and goes at the same time each day, about the new chaplain who wakes up at dawn to go for a run.

The Job Hunt – Idealistic Advice for First Timers (and Everyone)

It is a nerve-racking experience to be finishing school, especially uni. It is the beginning of the rest of your life. Sure, every day is the beginning of the rest of your life but some more defining than others. Finishing uni and venturing into the world has to be one of those more defining beginnings.

How Running In 2017 Saved My Life

In 2017, I ran and ran and ran. You could hardly guess that my running had started off by chance. Running in general is something I have done on and off for a very long time, since finishing high school. I played basketball in high school, which kept me physically active, and when I finished school I needed a suitable replacement. Somewhere along the way that became running. Ever since high school though, courtesy of basketball, I’ve had a bad knee that had always prevented me from taking my running past a certain point. I’d start running a bit more frequently, or running long distances, and then my knee would start complaining and I would stop out of fear of doing any more damage. My knee was always in my way.