I packed my bags and encountered profound, beautiful peace of mind..

They say "Nairobi is a city of long opportunities," but they forgot to mention that the door to those opportunities is heavily guarded by a security man who requires a "connection" just to let you drop your CV.

If my twenties were a movie, I'd suggest the soundtrack of a choir singing "uninyunyizie maji." True of God niii..

I have survived the trenches of a 24/7 hustle, tasted the heavy silence of joblessness, and realized that adulting is just one big puzzle of "God,when? and "ipo siku."

Let’s be honest: graduating from a Kenyan university is like being handed a beautiful certificate that says, "Congratulations! You are now qualified to walk the hot tarmac until your shoes look like they've had a long journey, literally."

When I graduated with my degree in Economics, I thought I’d be stepping into the Central...