A memory of someone

In the winter (like February maybe?) before our family left for Kenya my wonderful girlfriend Natalie invited me to a women’s retreat. I have to say that I generally find all sorts of reasonable excuses for why I can’t go to these kinds of things.  They...

Dear Karibu.

“We are stitched together, and what love has tethered, I can never undo” Dear Karibu Centre family, When you call me crying, you make me cry.  When you call and need answers, and neither you nor I have them, I hate telling you so. When you call and say...