I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times. In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Ronald Chepkwony was only 16 years old when his dad died. He narrates the story of being a privileged child, being bankrupted by disease and leading a non-privileged, grief-stricken adulthood. He starts by telling us about his childhood, a distant father, who did not show any emotion and […]
Two days ago, a 16-year-old high school boy stabbed his mother’s boyfriend to death in Kericho County. Apparently, he asked him “what are you doing here? You are not my father!?” His mother is widowed, so she was not having an affair. This also means that the boy […]
“There is a solace in breaking our silence. A strength of spirit when sharing our truth. It all starts with the choice to live on the other side of victim.” Christine Macdonald In honor of living on the other side of victim, this weekend, the ladies at Growth […]