The future is not a place that happens to you. It is a place that people like me, people like you - carry forward on our backs, at great cost, sometimes at the cost of everything.

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Fiction · Short Story
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A civil engineer goes to Uhuru Park on a Saturday morning and finds something he wasn't looking for. A speech, a letter written in a Kamiti Prison cell in 1955, a fourteen-year-old girl in the third row, and a word hanging in the morning air over Nairobi that contains an entire argument inside it.

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~25 min read · 2026
No schedule, just when there's something worth saying
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