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Audacity in Knowledge Economy

  There was a time when success meant knowing and sticking to one thing. Study hard, pick a stable job, work quietly, and you’ll be safe. But today things look different. In the age of the knowledge economy we hear so much about, the real currency is not simply what you already know, it is your capacity to learn, unlearn and re-learn. For young people in Kenya, this shift should feel like a wake-up call, a very real invitation. We live in a country where the old road. Finish school, get job, climb ladder, is becoming crowded, uncertain. Yet right beside it lies a newer road, one where knowledge, skills, ideas and adaptability are the drivers of wealth. The knowledge economy asks us: what if what you know now will become obsolete? What if the next thing you’ll need is not just one certificate but a mindset of continuous change? It asks you to invest not only in knowledge, but in your ability to transform your knowledge. In Kenya, this means you might pick up a new digital tool, le...

GOVERNMENT DOES NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR AGITATION

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  It has been gloomy past few days especially after the 25 th June demonstrations. The same kind of feeling I had after last year’s demonstrations. The plans and mobilization moments have had my spirits hyped and the peak is always during the demo days. But shortly after, the reality seems to strike. That it was not possible again to see the government act. I know for this to be effective, hard work, patience and sacrifice are needed. But I just see it is far too long. I don’t think I am the only one. This morning while scrolling the internet like I always do, I came across a video posted by FNF during the launch of We Refuse to Be Victims, a poetry collection by Ugandan poet and activist Sam Mugumya. Sam says that in dictatorial and colonial formations, the oppressed are not necessarily the victims but the victims are the oppressors. Because oppressors are slaves of power and inhumanity. He asserts that it is us, the oppressed, who are supposed to liberate them because we...

Stay Local. Even in an Emergency

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 When you go to Rome, please don't do what Romans do. DON'T. In fact, don't see what Romans are doing. Or better yet, don't see Romans! No. Don't go to Rome! Put your shoes on, tie those laces, and grab your jacket to join me on this journey as I take you through the path that taught me tough lessons. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into O.R. Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg. The local time is 10:35 am, and the current temperature is [I did not get that very well]. For your safety, please return your seats and tray tables to their upright and locked positions, and ensure all carry-on luggage is stowed securely in the overhead bins or under the seat in front of you. Please remain seated until the aircraft has come to a complete stop at the gate and the seatbelt sign has been turned off. On behalf of Kenya Airways and the entire crew, we thank you for flying with us and hope to see you again soon. Welcome to Johannesburg!" Then th...

THE THINGS I HAVE DONE.

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  Limo... Limo... Limo.... Mr. Limo! That is how I heard my name. It was faint initially, but once the school principal, Mrs. Tenai, shouted, I came back to my senses. ''Mmmh?!''..... I responded. ''Answer the question!'' she said firmly but in a hushed tone. ''What question?'' I responded. She had had enough of it and she was not going to tolerate it anymore. Her face was filled with rage and her eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. I was seated there bewildered. ''Mr. Limo, please explain to the sub-chief and this gathering why your class 6 students have been consistently performing poorly,'' the PTA chairman, Kangogo Kibet, a businessman who buys maize from the village and neighboring villages and sells them in Eldoret Town using his old Peugeot 504 pick-up, told me in a polite way. I had a lot of respect for Kangogo. A man who has been steadfast in giving a helping hand every time there was a...

POLITICS FOR POLITICIANS? NO.

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Politics. That dirty word. The word that makes eyes roll, sparks arguments, and causes perfectly sane people to disengage faster than a dropped phone call. We've been sold a story – that politics is a game for the corrupt, the power-hungry... not for us normal folks. But guess what? That's a dangerous lie. Think of your life – your job, your school, the roads you drive on, even the price of that loaf of bread. It's all connected to politics. Those decisions made in boardrooms and fancy offices? They shape our world. They determine whether you can put food on the table, afford medication, feel safe walking home at night. Now, I get it. Politicians can be frustrating. The mudslinging, the broken promises – it's enough to make anyone turn away in disgust. But here's the thing: when we turn away, we leave a vacuum. That vacuum is eagerly filled by those who don't care about your problems. They care about power, money, and serving themselves. "But I'm...

Tribute to a Great Man. Mike Bill

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  Mike Bill. The man I would like to appreciate in this blog. I met Mike in October of 2017 when he was the co-founder and CEO of Elewa Company Limited. Together with Jente Rosseel, I wil one day talk about him, they steered the company while I was an employee. I was an employee from October of 2017 to end of February 2019 at the same company. My role at the company mutated from applying for content manager, to education consultant then moved to relations manager and finally into sales when I was dismissed. It is almost the end of 2023. Why did I take so long to appreciate Mike? Well the answer is not that simple but in a way easy. It has taken me 3 other roles in two different organizations to fully realize the kind of a person Mike made me to. But most importantly, I had not found the proper terminology or vocabulary to describe him. I am sorry it took me a trip not to a dictionary or Google to find the term, but to Cape Town, South Africa. This shows how hard it was for me to...