In Search of Creative Muses

“A rapid rash of bubbling energy strikes across my entire being. “ It is only 8 in the morning. I slept late last night, and have just been awakened by the muttering noise of children playing outside-amplified by the enveloping musical cacophony emanating from my neighbors tin-and-wood shacks. Privacy and peace of mind are precious…

Finding my Voice in Nature

It is only 8 in the morning. I slept late last night, and have just been awakened by the growling noise outside-amplified by the surrounding musical cacophony emanating from my neighbors tin-and-wood shacks. This is typically how I begin my day here in one of Nairobi’s most maginalized slum, kawangware. I peep outside the irregular…