Feel The Art

  Photo Disclaimer: All images used in this post are stock photos and do not represent the real people or actual events described in the story. They are used only for illustrative purposes. A few weeks ago, a close friend sat across from me at our usual spot in Addis and told me a story that left me speechless. Not because it was dramatic, but because it was painfully common. He wasn’t ranting. He was just… tired. What he described perfectly captures the gap between what we say we want in relationships and the unrealistic expectations that show up from the very first “hi.” This is his story — exactly as he told it to me. I’m sharing it because I believe more people need to hear this unfiltered angle. “I met this girl at a friend’s birthday gathering in CMC,” he began. “She was beautiful, funny, and the conversation just flowed. Within twenty minutes we both knew this wasn’t going to be a one-time chat. Numbers were exchanged. That small act already felt like a little trust unlocked...

 Last night, I heard a story that has refused to leave me. I won't mention the name of the healthcare, however eyes are on such and some facts documented as am told and seen. Someone close to me walked into a private hospital in Kahawa West in the middle of the night, sick, weak, and afraid. Like many of us would, they suspected pneumonia which turned out to be. Like many others, they did not have money in that moment. They paid what they could—KES 250 for consultation, KES 1,000 for a drip. But when it came to medication, they had nothing left. So they asked for something simple: a prescription. Just a piece of paper so they could find the medicine elsewhere when they got help. They were told no. “Hospital policy.” No prescription unless the drugs are bought there. No assistance to contact family. Wifi access was also a no, they could not reach out to anyone they believed could have helped. No flexibility. No humanity. They left without treatment. And I keep asking myself—what are...

War is often introduced to the public with a simple explanation: defense, security, or retaliation. Governments frame conflicts as necessary responses to threats. Flags are raised, speeches are delivered, and the language of protection fills the air. Yet history has taught us that wars are rarely as simple as they are first presented. The growing tensions surrounding  Iran ,  Israel , and the role of the  United States  bring back an uncomfortable question that many people quietly ask but few dare to explore openly: Are some wars less about defense and more about power, influence, and economic advantage? As a blogger reflecting on global politics, I do not claim to hold absolute truth. But certain patterns in history make one pause and think. A Region Sitting on the Arteries of the Global Economy The Middle East is not just another geographic region. It is the heart of one of the most critical energy corridors on earth. Nearly  one-fifth of the world’s oil pass...

  T here is a feeling many Africans carry quietly — a suspicion shaped by history. A question that lingers beneath international headlines and global summits: Are we truly included? Or are we simply present? To answer that honestly, we must look at today’s world without fear, without romance, and without denial. Presence Is Not the Same as Power In 1884, during the  Berlin Conference , African leaders were not invited when European powers divided the continent. It was exclusion in its purest form. Today, the situation is different. African nations sit at the table of the  United Nations . The  African Union  now holds permanent membership in the  G20 . African states participate in the  World Trade Organization . On paper, Africa is present. But participation does not always translate into influence. Many of the institutions shaping global finance — including the  International Monetary Fund  and the  World Bank  — were designed in ...