Welcome to my curious mind. Here lie my musings and personal thoughts. This is my journey, my ups and downs, my stumbling and growth and realisations.
I can now die with no regrets. In December 2013, amidst studies in California, I crossed the border to Mexico on foot and tried out this ‘backpacking’ thing for a month. Remind me to tell you some crazy stories from that trip another day. After that month, a dream formed, of a long backpacking trip…
First came the baby and toddler stages, gradually learning to think. Through primary and secondary school I was a studious, obedient kid who aced exams. Come university, I danced through a wonderful three years of undergrad, learning how to live alone and navigate the balance of work-hard, party-hard. 3 weeks after the Bachelor’s ended, the…
Time for some honest racial realizations from yours truly. Brown Privilege We all know about White Privilege. I am a person of colour, specifically of descent from the exoticised Indian peoples. Doesn’t sound too privileged does it? However, my skin colour lends a fair amount privilege to my life in Kenya. A simple example of…
In the post “Am I Kenyan or Indian?”, I described my identity search as a Kenyan of Indian heritage. In “Brown Privilege” I looked at the interactions between brown and black Kenyans, and how the fault for a lack of integration and harmony lies on both sides. Here’s another take on the identity crisis faced…
I had to go to India. Believe it or not, it was my first time – at the age of 25. I had to go; I had to go alone; and I had to go now. My entire life I have struggled with my ethnic identity, and with a lack of that feeling of belonging…
Also Love, Culture and Dedication It hit me in the airport toilet that the lady cleaning the toilets probably never gets to fly out of the country. Neither, probably, does the security guard. Yet here I am on my way to fly to Ethiopia. I am a product of racism in an extremely unequal society.…
It hit me in the airport toilet that the lady cleaning the toilets probably never gets to fly out of the country. Neither, probably, does the security guard. Yet here I am on my way to fly to Ethiopia. I am a product of an extremely unequal society. My British accent jars me into realization…
Over the last 15 hours, I watched a play and a TEDx talk that have gotten me fearful, joyous, and deeply thoughtful. I think of myself as an idealist, a social activist, a leftist, one who dreams of a just an equal society but is still trying to figure out how to make that dream…