I Am Kikuyu…Or Am I?

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I am a Kikuyu. My name is Ngatia. I speak the language fluently and can read and write in it. In fact, it was the first tongue I learnt. My mother tongue. I can name all 9 (+1) clans. Though I’m worse than frozen steak where business is concerned, I still am a legit, original […]

My Kenyaness by @Laura_Ekumbo

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I grew up on the compound of a private British curriculum school (cue the judgmental assumptions). Both my father and mother are teachers, thus my education, or at least the certifiable recognition of it, is important. My historical education was skewed, limited, and severely lacking in complete truth. I mean fine, I hated History class […]