I was nine years old when my parents separated. My older brother, Francis, now Steve had traveled with my father to Kisumu, while my mother stayed behind in Nairobi with my younger sister, Ruth. They were supposed to join us in Kisumu for the Christmas holiday of 2004. I never understood why we did not travel as a family. Even […]

News travelled fast down our street: I was going to Kisumu for the Christmas holiday. For families like ours in the city, trips “upcountry” were rare, especially for those of us living in the slums, where life was often day-to-day, and journeys outside the city were few and far between. My friends were excited and flooded me with questions. “Do […]