I still remember the image vividly. There was a slight slope from the shopping center leading back home, and these men would descend it shoulder-to-shoulder like a disciplined platoon returning from a successful mission. Spread across the road like an Avengers sequel nobody funded. Laughing loudly. Pointing unnecessarily.
Helmets & New Faces
Ah, when I got a Vaultex helmet, my goodness… everything changed. That thing did not feel like PPE anymore! it felt like a captain’s hat. Especially the white one. Mine is white, the kind reserved for engineers, supervisors, and the people constantly walking around looking like they know where the problems are before the problems even happen.
Mr. Sugarcane: Part II
There is something I need to say: after that whole incident in Bulbul, I was genuinely sorrowful. Not performative sorrow. Not the kind we manufacture because we know we are supposed to “feel convicted.” No. This one was real. Because deep down, I knew the issue had never been about casual labour or boda boda […]
Mr. Sugarcane.
Construction has taught me something uncomfortable about human beings: we often trust appearances more than discernment.
Would you Believe Her?
Mary Magdalene really had the toughest PR assignment in history. Imagine someone known for having “7 demons” & a funny reputation to boot, running into town screaming:“Guys… I have seen Jesus alive & the tomb is empty. Jesus is alive.”And people are there like:“Weee kwenda.”“Uongo.” “Tunakujua wewe!!!”“You’re lying Mary…” But honestly, at least for her […]