Onjalazbroz- Testing the Foundation of Knowledge

I remember him. A man who carried his suffering like old coins in his pocket— quiet, heavy, never spent. He educated them— all his children, sons and daughters— filled their mouths with books when his own stomach growled. Loved his girls a little more, not because they were weak, but because he knew the world would treat their softness like something to peel apart. Now he sits in his silence, a chair creaking under the weight of their forgetting. "Mama, take the money," they say. "Men waste it on women and drink." "Baba was a drunkard," they say. "Baba never worked hard." But I remember. Baba, it wasn’t the alcohol that drowned you— it was their mouths, always pouring blame, never swallowing their share. Yesterday, she paid the rent, and now the whole neighborhood knows my pride fits in her purse. Her mother called, said: "Stop bleeding my daughter dry." As if love is a wound, and I am the knife. She left. Took my Brian with her. All be...

The spectacle of Donald Trump and Kim Jong-un’s nuclear standoff was never truly about disarmament. For those who understand the long shadow of colonialism, it revealed something far more familiar: the age-old struggle between imperial domination and national sovereignty, where the powerful dictate terms to the weak under the guise of moral authority. When Kim Jong-un capitulated to U.S. demands to dismantle North Korea’s nuclear program, it was not a victory for global security—it was the latest chapter in a long history of imperial coercion.   The fundamental hypocrisy is glaring. The United States, which possesses the world’s second-largest nuclear arsenal, has no moral standing to police other nations on nuclear weapons. If these weapons are truly as catastrophic as Washington claims, then why does it continue to modernize its own stockpile? Why do American leaders speak of non-proliferation while simultaneously investing billions in upgrading their nuclear capabilities? T...

The news of Marjorie Oludhe Macgoye’s passing arrived quietly, slipping into public consciousness with none of the fanfare befitting a writer of her stature. It was not announced with solemn tributes on national television, nor did it trend on social media. Instead, I stumbled upon the fact of her death a full year later, while searching for details about her life online. The realization struck me like a physical blow—another literary giant had departed, and Kenya, the country she loved and documented with such unflinching clarity, had barely paused to notice.   Marjorie was not just a novelist; she was a historian of the everyday, a witness to the promises and betrayals of post-colonial Kenya. Born in England but Kenyan in spirit, she immersed herself in the Luo culture with a depth that put native writers to shame. Her masterpiece, *Coming to Birth*, was more than a set book for high school students—it was a mirror held up to a nation stumbling through the chaotic aftermath ...

There is a saying among the devout—one I heard in my early days of marriage—that nothing enrages the devil quite like a strong, loving matrimony. At the time, I dismissed it as mere religious rhetoric. But years later, after witnessing the wreckage of countless unions—some shattered by violence, others eroded by slow neglect—I’ve come to believe there is truth in those words. Marriage is under siege, not by some supernatural force, but by very human weaknesses: ignorance, temptation, and the failure to adapt.   The Illusion of Preparedness Few enter marriage truly understanding its trials. This isn’t due to negligence, but to the simple fact that experience cannot be borrowed . As Tupac once lamented, " Nobody knows my pain; they only see my struggle. " The same applies to marriage. The sleepless nights spent reconciling budgets, the quiet resentment over unmet expectations, the suffocating weight of monogamy—these are battles one cannot fully grasp until they are fought....

In the grand theater of politics, where power is both claimed and contested, there exists a weapon more potent than armies, more persuasive than propaganda, and more enduring than constitutions. This weapon is language—not merely the dry mechanics of grammar and vocabulary, but the living, breathing pulse of how people articulate their joys, voice their grievances, and frame their understanding of the world. Across Africa, where colonial languages once sought to dominate indigenous tongues, a quiet revolution has unfolded—one where the politician who masters the people's language, in all its proverbial richness and cultural nuance, doesn't just win elections but commands loyalty that transcends political cycles.   The election season in Kenya lays bare this truth in vivid relief. After the trauma of 2007's post-election violence—where political rhetoric fueled fires that claimed a thousand lives—one might expect Kenyans to recoil from campaign rhetoric. Yet the opposite occ...

The British Empire did not invent the strategy of divide and rule, but they perfected it with bureaucratic precision, leaving behind a blueprint that post-colonial elites have studied with reverence. The formula is deceptively simple: keep the oppressed fighting among themselves, and they will never unite against their oppressor.  This tactic, honed in the colonies of India and Kenya, did not vanish with independence—it merely changed hands. Today, from Nairobi to New Delhi, political classes wield ethnic and religious divisions like scalpels, performing intricate surgeries on the body politic to ensure that power remains in the hands of the few while the many remain distracted by tribal squabbles.   The Colonial Laboratory: British India’s Religious Fractures Nowhere was this strategy more ruthlessly applied than in British India, where the empire transformed religious coexistence into a tinderbox. Hindus and Muslims had lived alongside each other for centuries, their co...

When Vladimir Lenin predicted capitalism's collapse a century ago, he saw what others refused to acknowledge—that a system built on endless accumulation would eventually consume itself. The 2008 financial crisis brought his prophecy to the brink of fulfillment, as the world watched titans of finance crumble under the weight of their own excess. Yet what should have been capitalism's death knell became instead its most damning revelation. Governments that had pleaded empty coffers when it came to schools and hospitals suddenly discovered endless reserves to bail out the very institutions that caused the catastrophe. The message was unmistakable: in capitalism's hierarchy of value, the wealthy are immortal, while the poor remain eternally expendable.   This betrayal laid bare the crumbling foundations of capitalism's social contract. The myth of meritocracy withered as those who engineered the crisis received golden parachutes while ordinary people lost homes and liveliho...