Soon after, in 1901, the Jewish population in Kenya grew by 100 per cent. No one had foreseen such an event, and there were some fears among the resident communities that there would be a strain on the existing resources. In the middle of that year, Michael Harrtz arrived in Nairobi. The known Jewish population stood at two individuals.
There was Bett. Put on Lane 9 which is one of the worst for athletes because without competition on both sides one might easily be ran out of the race, starting like a thoroughbred off the blocks. Focused only on one thing, the gold at the end of the 400m hurdles rainbow. He took the first hurdle with flawless ease. Chest puffed out.
To write about the brutal death of this literary giant is to return to the poignant themes published in the dozens of his best-selling books. The tragedy of his death, shows that, despite the millions of words he wrote and spoke all his life, the socio-economic flops visible in this part of the world keep stalking everyone, including all those who speak against it.
Each time he moved a brush across an empty canvas a new word came into existence. Each time he gently rubbed off a rough edge, a new entry was made in his dictionary. He was not a prodigy and did not claim the fame that came with such a tag. A routine visit to church in his mid-20s unleashed the suppressed artist in him.
Existence in Nairobi’s Mathare Valley is a combination of dreams and nightmares. As a young girl, she had believed in the infinite possibilities of the world. She believed everything that her youth spoke to. That she could be anything she set out to be. Unknown to her, the system had been rigged against her from the moment her mother gave birth to her.
Silver Linings is a series of stories of resilience in the middle of a pandemic. What’s your silver lining? You might just start the spark that the person next to you needs to get going again after the pandemic. In the first part, Distory spoke to a mother who tested positive for the disease. This is her story.