The Virgin Journey – Book Review

The Virgin Journey

Book Review

51i7-ZqqunL._SX313_BO1,204,203,200_Gary Stokes is a struggling young American, who then lands a job with a press bureau based in East Africa and an expatriate is born.  Gary moves to Kenya, meets a fellow reporter, Guy, who helps him adjust to his new life.  Cue in intimidating government officials, unmovable landlords, and incidents unfolding in snooty exclusive membership clubs left behind by settlers—, Gary and Guy become lifelong friends.  In this new life, Gary soon discovers that life in East Africa requires an abundance of open-mindedness, patience and caution.

The Virgin Journey is an interesting perspective on life for an expatriate living in East Africa in the eighties.  Through Gary, Wampamba takes us through heavy issues present in the eighties and even now, like the first HIV epidemic, unrest in Uganda, bribes in government offices and racism in South Africa.  The change of perspective is refreshing, because she manages to make Gary’s immersion into these issues effortless, without seeming contrived, through experiences in Gary’s life.

At the core of Gary’s new life, is love: for his old home, his new home, his old girlfriend, and a new one.  The struggle to reconcile all these parts of him is real, and Gary’s character emerges as just a man, doing what he can to earn a living, and find happiness…albeit in the real jungle that is Africa.


What did I love about this book?

The change Gary goes through from the negative mess he starts out as at the beginning.  His quite uninformed view on our beloved East Africa made me remember a question I was once asked by an acquaintance…,

Do I live next to Lions in Africa?  Are they right next door?’  No, they’re not right next door, thank you.  They’d have me for dinner otherwise

Gary’s character had this annoying factor at the beginning for me.  However, that changes through the story, as he travels from one city to the next, experiencing the joys and beauties…as well as the bittersweet parts of East Africa, you find yourself sympathizing, rooting for him.

In all, this story is a great start to an unforgettable adventure in East Africa.  Two reporters work to tell the East African story, the best they can.  Wampamba stays true to the culture while adding her own zest into a growing love between two expatriates and their strong African princesses.

4.0 Stars

Get Your Copy: The Virgin Journey


Book Shopping in Nairobi

Nairobi townNairobi City during Good Friday = Empty!  Lolz, everyone has gone out of town for the four-day holiday.  They left little ol’ me to walk around with plenty of space to play. So, I had an impromptu book shopping day.

Books for Sale

I found this guy who’d dumped this pile of books outside Tusky’s Pioneer Branch and was selling them at Kshs. 100 each.  I spent a few minutes sifting through it all.  I wanted to bring them all home, but that would have broken my bank account for sure. I ended up with three only, (moan).

My Stash – 

Rachel Ray
An Attempt to be Adventurous with food ^_^

Safe Harbor

The books are old, they need work, but, they’ll look great after I get them hardcovers.  I’m a huge Anne Rice fan and I’m trying to collect her books.  So I buy her books  when I can. I’ve never read Luanne Rice, so this is going to be a first, and of course the cookbook is to save me from the oblivion of eating the same three meals I’ve had the last few months.    Here’s to Food Adventure!

Ann Rice 2
No Cover! But the artwork is still there.

Ann Rice

Books FirstI ended up at Nakumatt Junction, and they also have a sale in their bookstore.  At Books First, if you buy Any Three Books, you get a fourth one for free.

I was here for other business, so I didn’t get any books, but it was great checking out their book list.  If you’re looking for Books First 2Fifty Shades of Grey, they have it in stock. ^_^!!!!  Buy Three copies and get one for free…lolz, that is if you haven’t watched the movie yet..

So That’s my Good Friday out on the town, I hope you have a wonderful Easter, and stay safe out there.

Fire by Dora Okeyo



by Dora Okeyo

A boy is born in the land of Leo. As the sound of the cattle horn is heard, everyone in the Kingdom celebrates the birth of not only a boy, but the Crown Prince. His name is Ustawi.

The hands that hold him foretell a prosperous future, but just like every dream has it’s valleys, so has Ustawi’s birth. One man has seen the evil that’s to befall the kingdom under the boy’s reign, his name is Ukweli. He is the Seer.

Fire begins the story of the Prince’s life and as you read through a story rich in culture and customs you can only ask yourself, can the Seer fight the gods? Can he avert the impending doom that’s to come?

Currently reading this book, a review to come soon.

Check it out, Fire is available on Amazon’s Kindle as an e-book and as a paperback book on Amazon

Find more books by Dora here.

Picture Perfect 9

Chapter 9

Monday was filled with meetings. Victoria spent most of her day moving from one conference room to another, crunching numbers and working with the various sales department heads planning events in the Savon Hotel. The holiday season was around the corner, not to mention the end of year parties. The hotel was booked up for three months straight, which was great for revenue, but it meant more work for the staff.

“Vicky,” Bernard from the PR department caught up with her after a meeting with the business-travel sales manager.
She bit back a groan because she’d been hoping to hide out in her office for thirty minutes. It was only three o’clock but she was ready to call it quits and head home.

“What’s going on Bernard?” she asked, giving him a tired smile.

“I need your help,” he said walking with her to her office. “I heard you know Eric Kabuto.”

She was careful not to show a reaction as she entered her office. Taking the files she held to her desk, she faced Bernard with all the professionalism she could muster.

“Are you looking for Mr. Kabuto?” she asked.

“His studio took shots for the Talua Resorts in Samburu a couple months ago. They look so good; I can’t even begin to explain. I called them to ask for his contact, but when I tried to get a hold of him, it turned out he was busy. We need to take new pictures for our website, and brochures, considering we’re gearing up for the holiday season. I was hoping you’d talk him into taking the assignment.”

She hadn’t heard from Eric since Saturday night after he’d dropped her off. She’d hoped he’d text her, or even call, but he hadn’t done either. Yesterday, when visiting her parents, she’d kept her cell phone close hoping he’d call.

“If he’s unavailable, why can’t you choose another photographer?” she asked, walking around her desk to her chair.

Her feet were killing her; she’d made the mistake of wearing new heels today. Her toes weren’t going to thank her this evening.

“Eric is the best in the business,” Bernard insisted. “I have a second choice but since you spent time with Eric on Saturday, I was hoping you’d meet with him and give him our proposal.”

Bernard held out a Savon Hotel folder and she took it with a slight frown.

“His studio is in Hurlingham,” Bernard said with a hopeful tone. “I’ll forever love you if you get him on board.”

“Fine, I’ll give it a try,” she said. “I’m not promising anything.”

She chuckled as Bernard thanked her and hurried out. Opening the folder, she read the proposal absently. Her thoughts centered on Eric, she wondered why he hadn’t contacted her. Had she read too much into the kiss on her cheek? He’d acted as though he wanted to see her again. She frowned. Then, maybe he was still nursing his heart after Beth’s wedding.

Letting a sigh escape, she removed her shoes under the table and swiveled her chair around to stare out the windows. The sunny afternoon looked enticing, her thoughts instantly strayed to the gazebo she and Eric had seen on Saturday. She wondered if Eric would ever go back to that place. He probably would, visiting Taylor’s aunt, maybe with Beth and Taylor. The stab of jealousy wasn’t new, she’d been having repeated pangs all day yesterday. She wished they’d go away. She and Eric might never happen in this lifetime.

Shaking her head, she turned her chair back to her desk and decided to concentrate on work. Arranging files and event schedules, her gaze returned to the folder Bernard had given her more than once.

Thirty minutes later, she gave in to the burning curiosity.

Putting on her shoes, she grabbed her handbag and Bernard’s folder. She locked her office and headed out of the hotel. She boarded a bus to Hurlingham ten minutes later, determined to find Eric’s studio.


Victoria had no trouble finding the studio. It was quite visible once she walked behind the supermarket at Hurlingham. She rubbed her hand over her stomach, hoping to settle the butterflies dancing inside. She stood outside the studio staring at her reflection in the tinted windows analyzing her appearance. She was having a serious case of panic and maybe a loss of confidence. Gods, why did she have such a typical pear shape. Small upper body, fuller hips and thighs than she liked. She’d always felt a bit self-conscious that she couldn’t be considered skinny and petite like Grace or Olive. Not to mention her height, she grimaced thankful she was wearing her heels.

How could she compare to Beth, the paragon of virtue and beauty?

Running a hand down the form fitting cream dress she wore, she suddenly wished she’d gone home. Her clothes looked too formal to visit such a hip looking place.

What was wrong with her?

She smacked her forehead and took in a deep breath.

This wasn’t a social visit. She was here on hotel business. She had no time for self-pity parties. Adjusting her handbag on her shoulder, she tugged open the studio doors and entered the cool reception. Music filled the room, giving it a laid-back atmosphere. The interior designer had glossy photographs of Nairobi mounted on the walls. A logo that read, ‘E.K. Studio’ graced the wall behind the receptionist’s desk. A wide counter that fit horizontally from wall to wall kept customers out of the corridor behind the reception desk.

A young woman appeared at the end of the corridor and she came up to the desk with a wide smile. “How can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Victoria Waina. I was hoping to see-,”

“Oh,” the young woman moved to the left corner of the counter and opened a door. “Eric has been waiting for you. I’m Rulisha. I’m the receptionist here.”

She waited for Victoria to pass, before she returned the door making it a full counter again.

“I love your dress,” Rulisha said giving her a once over. “And your shoes, they’re fabulous.”

Victoria instantly liked Rulisha. Glancing down at the green heels she’d bought a while back but never won. “They’re new, but they are killing my toes.”

“I can’t tell.” Rulisha said looking at her hair. “I love your natural hair too, wow its long. Who did your hair?”

Victoria touched the soft tresses with a smile. She’d removed her weave last night and stopped at the salon at seven this morning. “There’s a little place two streets from here. Across Chaka place-,”

“I know it, Gugu’s Hairdressers. They do good work.” Rulisha touched her own short hair. “They cut and dyed my hair for me. You like?”

Rulisha had cut her hair and dyed the top of it a dirty blond. She had a delicate, youthful face and the short hair made her look like a pixie.

“I love, you wear short hair very well,” Victoria said as she followed Rulisha. Dressed in slim black jeans and a gray t-shirt, Rulisha looked like she’d left high school a year ago.

Rulisha led her to a sealed black door that opened into a large white room. “Eric, she’s here,” Rulisha said in a singsong voice.

Victoria closed the door behind her awed by the sight around her. The walls of the studio were a pristine white, no windows anywhere. Fans in the corners of the walls circulated the air, keeping the room cool. There were three umbrella lights currently arranged around a setting of lotion products arranged on the floor. Eric stood on a ladder, focusing his lens on the products below.

“Victoria, what took you so long?” Eric demanded not breaking his concentration. “I was starting to think I’d have to go to your house to get you.”

“I didn’t realize you were waiting,” she said looking around the busy room.

Linda was at one of the desks set by the wall working on a computer there. An industrial photo printer whirled to life beside her. Rulisha took an empty box from the floor and filled it with Velo shampoo bottles on a table close to Eric, before she carried it to Linda’s table.

“Hi, Linda,” Victoria said.

Linda glanced up and smiled at her. “It’s nice to see you again, Vicky.”

Eric straightened up on the ladder to look at her. His camera went up again and before she could protest, he took a picture of her.

“Hi,” he said grinning wide.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

“Put your bag down, get comfortable,” Eric said waving around the room. “Lisha, will you call for coffee, and food. I’m starving.”

“Sure,” Rulisha said and handed Victoria a box filled with lotion bottles. “Will you take this to the table next to Linda? How do you like your coffee?”

“Lots of milk, no sugar,” Victoria said as Rulisha left the room. She took the box to the table next to Linda. Placing her handbag beside the box, she pulled out a chair. “What’s going on?”

“We have a deadline,” Linda said. “He’s hoping to get this done today.”

Victoria watched Linda print out pictures, study them for a moment, then hand them to her.

“Trim those for me,” Linda said pointing to a paper guillotine mounted on the edge of the table. “Sorry to put you to work.”

Victoria got up and took the photos to the guillotine. She looked at Eric and wasn’t surprised to find his attention back on the products below him. She spent the next hour working with Linda, trimming pictures of Velo shampoo, conditioner, bar soaps, and lotions into different sizes.

Linda made fun of Eric when he lost his temper and yelled at the two men assisting him with the lighting. Eric would make a face and turn to Victoria for support. She loved their camaraderie.

Rulisha appeared at around five-thirty carrying bags of food. The scent filled the room making her stomach growl.

“What took you so long?” Eric demanded as he got off the ladder.

“You’re so grumpy when you’re hungry,” Rulisha retorted. “I have all the food here, time to eat.”

Eric grinned and patted her head.

“Such an obedient receptionist,” he said.

“Such a grumpy boss,” Rulisha answered taking Linda her food.

“Victoria, do you see what I have to deal with daily?” Eric asked as he handed his camera to Linda.

He took her hand when she finished cutting a set of shampoo bottles and placed them on the pile Linda was stacking together. “Thank you for helping.”

“I’m going to ask for a salary,” Victoria said.

He laughed and led her to a black storage container. They sat down and she slipped off her heels. She wiggled her toes with a sigh.

“I should have known I was coming to work,” she said leaning back against the wall. “Then I would have worn flat shoes.”

“Coffee for you,” Rulisha handed her a steaming black mug, “lots of milk, no sugar.”

Victoria took the mug with an appreciative moan. “This smells so good.”

“Coffee just became my favorite food,” Eric murmured into her ear.

She jabbed his ribs with her elbow and sipped her coffee. “Find this guy some food, Rulisha. His brain cells are dying slowly.”

Rulisha chuckled and held out a plastic container filled with Rice Pilau and beef stew to Eric. He took the food with a wicked grin. He opened the container and took a healthy bite of rice. He too gave an appreciative moan and winked at her when she stared at him.

“Why didn’t you call me yesterday?” he asked when Rulisha handed her a container of food too. “I waited.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” she asked him putting her coffee cup on the floor.

“You were with your parents and your brother,” he said with a shrug. “I figured if I called when they were close, you’d have a hard time explaining who I am.”

“I’m over eighteen, you know,” she said. “I can answer calls as they come without anyone asking.”

“Yeah well, I wanted you to call me,” he said with a sulking tone.

She took a bite of the rice and felt her mouth water. Rulisha had found a great restaurant. The food was delicious. They ate in silence for a few minutes, listening to Rulisha, Linda and the two assistants talk about the movies.

“Want to go?” Eric asked suddenly.

She shifted to look at him. “Go where?”

“To the movies,” he asked refusing to look at her.


“Because,” he said chewing slowly.

“Because what?” she asked.

He looked at her with an exasperated expression. “That’s what people who like each other do.”images (1)

Hiding a smile, she took a bite of her rice and ignored him for a moment. When he didn’t look away, she lifted her brow in question.

“Do we like each other?”

“I thought-,” he broke off when she laughed at the surprised expression on his face. “Jeez, you’re impossible.”

“You should have seen your face,” she said pointing at him with her plastic spoon. “I thought you were going to start crying.”

“Cry? Me cry?” Eric asked her with a narrowed gaze.

He looked so scary she froze for a moment. When he smiled, she poked his arm with her index finger and scowled.

“Stop wearing such a scary expression if you don’t want me to run away,” she said. “Eat your food before you burst a vein. What kind of movies do you like anyway?”

“The ones that have people mindlessly blowing up things,” he said.

“Oh come on, that’s so boring,” she frowned. “That just means we’ll argue if we go to the movie theater. We’ll have to go to separate movies and meet afterwards.”

“Does that mean you like the ones people cry?” he asked.

“How did you know?”

He scoffed. “Hopeless romantic, I bet you believe in true love too.”

“And why not?” she asked taking a bite of her food. “This world would be a lot happier if a few more people believed in true love too.”

“I think it would mean more sad people.”


“Because,” he said, “not everyone gets to meet their true love, Victoria. Sometimes, it’s just not possible.”

Thinking about him and Beth, she held her tongue and reached for her coffee. She took a healthy sip and another one. She reminded her heart not to get too fond of him. He wasn’t the type to stop caring for a woman just because she was now married. Moreover, even though Beth was out of his reach, she frowned; he’d probably compare every other woman to her.

“No comeback?” he asked, bumping her shoulder.

She looked up to find him watching her. “You might be right, why should I argue?”

“I like hearing you argue with me,” he said. “I love your hair by the way. You changed it.”

Her hand went up to her hair automatically. “I got it done this morning,” she mumbled out.

“It suits you.” He finished his food and put the container on the floor. He picked up the coffee Rulisha had brought to him earlier and took a sip. “I feel so much better now. I hadn’t eaten anything all day.”

She pointed to the set up of products. “Are you finished now? Linda said you had a deadline?”

“Yes, we are done. Velo is creating a brochure for their products. They wanted us to do it on Saturday, but I had the wedding.” Eric rubbed the back of his neck to ease tension. “This morning, I had models from a fashion house over, that job took forever. I didn’t want to disappoint Velo, so we agreed to do it today.”

She nodded and closed her container. Putting it on the floor, she reclaimed her coffee. “I actually came to talk business with you.”

“What kind of business?” he asked leaning back on the wall too.

“The hotel’s PR team needs a photographer. We want to update our brochures and websites,” she started to reach for her handbag but he stopped her.

“Did you come here specifically for that? For the hotel?” he asked.

She held his gaze with a shrug, but didn’t answer. He put his mug on the floor. Squeezing her hand, he asked again.

“Is that the only reason why you came?”

“What do you want me to say?” she asked him quietly.

“That you came to see me,” he said.

She dropped her gaze away from his. She would have answered him, but Rulisha chose that moment to get their dishes.

“I hope you’re feeling better, boss,” Rulisha said. “Victoria, it was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you too,” she said with a smile. “Are you leaving?”

“Yes, after I get this cleaned out.”

Victoria nodded, wore her shoes and stood up.

“I should get going too,” she said reaching for her handbag from the table.

Eric stood as well. “Linda, will you take care of things here. I’ll be upstairs.”

“Sure,” Linda said. “Thanks Victoria, for helping me.”

“No problem,” Victoria said.

“I want to show you something, Victoria,” Eric said grabbing keys from the table where Linda worked.

Not giving her a chance to protest, Eric took her hand and led her out of the large studio. When they were in the hallway, he stopped at a door she hadn’t noticed and unlocked it.


To be continued…..Thank you for reading ^_^

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Blog Giveaway – One Ticket to Storymoja Hay Festival 2014

The Storymoja Hay Festival is 7 Days Away..they’re moving very fast, Speeding I tell you….

It’s been an exciting journey on my end.  Going through the program, working with the other interns as we prepare to be part of the festival.  We now have our jobs and know what our roles will be during the festival.  We’re excited to meet you at the festival, and help you out, as you experience the Storymoja Hay Festival.

If you’re coming, and have your ticket, Great! Count the days!

If you’re not convinced and are on the fringe, here are a few things that you mustn’t Miss:


What is a Storymoja Hay Festival Masterclass?

It is an interactive 3 hour session that draws from the Session Leader’s experience to encourage and inspire creatives…Session Leaders are Writers, Poets, Musicians, Filmmakers, Journalists, Illustrators, Affluent Entrepreneurs and many more…brought together by Storymoja Festival

Masterclasses are wonderful for people interested in a particular industry. People who want to learn more about writing both fiction and non-fiction.  There are blogging masterclasses.  There are topics on film, poetry and art, even entrepreneurship.

Expect to see Vuyelwa Maluleke, Chief Nyamweya, Alexander Nderitu, Mathew Shenoda, Dilman Dila, Prajwal Parajuly, Tony Mochama, Jackson Biko, Dizraeli & L-ness and so many more….

An Example: 

Masterclass: How to Make Awesome Comics with Chief Nyamweya

Roba v. Poachers Photo Courtesy of

It is scheduled on Wednesday 17th from 2.30 pm to 5.30 pm.  If you’re interested in drawing comics or even reading them, sign up for the class and spend these three hours having a conversation with Chief Nyamweya who is a talented and creative illustrator, you’ve read his work, Roba published by The Star newspaper, if not go check it out! You get to ask him questions about his work, the industry, and any other burning questions you might have.  He too will ask you questions.  You’re welcome to having a lively discussion in this space.  If you want to be an illustrator, this is the perfect opportunity for you to learn more about what it takes.

Sign UP Here for this particular Masterclass.

Cost: Kshs. 500 per Masterclass. (On top of your Festival Entrance Fee)

Masterclasses are scheduled for Wednesday, September 17th, 2014 – Friday, September 19th, 2014

Visit this Link for More Masterclasses.  Sign UP now so you don’t miss a Spot.  You don’t want to miss a Discussion with your favorite Writer, Poet, Filmmaker, Journalist, Artist, Musician….so many are coming.

Children’s Program

Joanne Ball-Burgess

This runs from Wednesday September 17th, 2014 to Friday September 19th, September

We’ll have loads of students coming to the Festival and experiencing the different sessions prepared just for them.  There will be stories and songs at the Koko Riko Tent, Dance with Poetry at the Kanga Tent.  The Kanga Tent will have Joanne Ball-Burgess from Bermuda.  She’s an accomplished Dancer and a Sakata Dance Competition Judge.  Don’t miss out on this!

There are Spoken Word sessions with Dizraeli (UK) and L-ness (Kenya)  Find the Careerpedia Tent where students get Tips from Successful Entreprenuers like Rose Maket from Alive & Kicking and Ritesh Doshi (Naked Pizza).  There are so many guests, I can’t name them all, you just have to make it to the festival.  Parents, get your kids to this three-day Program if possible.  The festival is hosting over 2,000 students.  Don’t be left out!!

Cost: Kshs. 1,000 at the GATE.

Weekend Events

WEEKEND Events include The Launch of Diaper Mentality Exhibition and an Exhibition of Our Nairobi: A Westgate Memorial.

Enter the Dome for a Wangari Maathai Memorial Lecture with Professor Wole Soyinka (Nigeria).

The Careerpedia Tent has fun reading sessions.  Have a conversation with Ms. Joanne Ball-Burgess, Shariffa Keshavjee, and Harriet Matsaert.  There will be a children’s book launch happening.   H_ART the Band is in house at the Courtyard discussing poetry with other Kenyan poets.  Teju Cole is in house celebrating Nigerian Writers.  Filmmaker Kenny Man launches her film Beautiful Tree, Severed Roots.  The Drumbeats Romance Series brings a session on How Do Africans Kiss? With the Drumbeats Writers and Editors. (Hot Discussion. Don’t miss it!)

Explore the Program Schedule, it’s packed with amazing events that will leave you excited, inspired, and wanting to change the world! Both on Saturday and Sunday!

I hope that is enough to convince you to come……What?

Not Enough yet?….Well…..

Alright…. how about……

After 7 PM on Saturday, it’s time to Party!!!

Saturday Night, One Time Performance….

One Stage you get SAUTI SOL(Kenya) , DIZRAELI (UK) AND BERRY HEART (Botswana)!!

Sauti Sol – Band

One big stage, all you have to do is bring those books you don’t read in your house, you know the ones on a shelf you pass by everyday without giving them a thought.  Those ones, bring them over and help fill a parked Matatu (public service Van) with books.  The goal is to help Storymoja’s START – A – LIBRARY stock school libraries!! Great Cause right…….(****lost in thought***)

Sorry, I was just imagining @Sauti Sol on stage, singing…Dizraeli…getting down on stage…And Berry Heart…giving a heart stopping performance…yeah, no sleep required on Saturday!!..

The ticket for this Event is separate from your Entrance Fee!


Yeah, I know….but you can just buy the ticket for this which is Kshs. 1,000.  Show up at 7 pm, and experience the concert. (If you do this, we’ll miss you during the day….^_^) So, we hope you get both the day’s ticket and the Concert Ticket.  Support Start-a-Library.

Okay!! Now you really must come to the Festival! #GetFestivalTickets

I really hope to see you guys at the Festival.  We’re counting down the days now. I’m excited, nervous…excited…what about you?  Hey, go get a ticket so we meet there okay. Storymoja Hay FestivalYou don’t want to be left out of this!!

Now for the Blog Giveaway!!

Blog Giveaway

I have the hook-up for one lucky person!  Only one!

Saturday passIt’s a FREE TICKET – SATURDAY EVENTS FROM 9am to 7 pm

This blog is collaborating with a fabulous Online Bakery named Amari Bakery to sponsor one (1)person for the Storymoja Hay Festival Saturday Events.

Event: Storymoja Hay Festival

Date: Saturday, September 20th, 2014

Location: Nairobi National Museum

Time: 9 am to 6 pm.

There are night events, as the Sauti Sol concert is scheduled for 7 pm. (This is a separate charge however. (It is not included in our free ticket.)

What to do:

Answer the Following Two questions to the best of your ability:

1. What Type of Oven does  Amari Bakery use?

(Answer should be the type of Oven and the Name of the Company.)

2. Tell us Why You REALLY, REALLY Want to go to the Storymoja Hay Festival.  Impress us with your answer!

Amari Bakery and I will choose the winner and Make an Announcement by Friday September 12th, 2014.

1 (One) Free Ticket

Don’t worry, the winner will get their ticket delivered personally by me or the Amari Bakery Rep.  Here’s a picture of the Ticket!

Let’s go!

Ticket Available through collaboration with:

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Storymoja Festival Countdown – Day 29

Alexander-Nderitu-profileDay 29Countdown to the Storymoja Festival 2014


Come Meet:::

Alexander Nderitu is a Kenyan Writer and IT expert. In 2001, he became one of Africa’s first ‘digital novelists’ with the Internet publication of his signature thriller, ‘When the Whirlwind Passes’.
‘The Nairobian’ newspaper has dubbed him ‘the face of digital publishing in the country’.
He is currently the Deputy Secretary-General of PEN Kenya. His most recent works are ‘The Moon is Made of Green Cheese‘ (poetry) and ‘Kiss, Commander, Promise’ (short stories).
  His literature is available in English, Japanese and Arabic.
Published Works
  – ‘When the Whirlwind Passes’ (2001)
– ‘The Moon is Made of Green Cheese’ (2008)
– ‘Kiss, Commander, Promise’ (2011)
– ‘Africa on My Mind’ (2013)

(Information courtesy of Storymoja Festival…read more)

I Love You this Much – Dora Okeyo

I Love You This Much

by Dora Okeyo


Leila is alive and in-love with Maxwell; but he’s only some memory, or is he? Nancy loves William. He doesn’t love her though, because he is not the same-not since the accident; and all four are tangled in a web, one that’s created by one of them, will love their love endure?

My Review:

Reading this story was like walking down the streets of Nairobi, meeting people and finding out a bit about their lives.  An exploration behind the stranger seated at the next table sipping coffee while they read through their newspaper.  I loved Leila’s attitude, and how easy it is for her to stand for her beliefs. She is strong and also vulnerable as well. I loved how well Dora describes Leila’s life.  She hangs out with the guys at the club, and also makes the best girlfriend for Nancy.  Nancy describes Leila best, “….She told William one day that if I was a man, she’d get married to me. When Maxwell heard this he nearly broke all the glasses in his house….”

Nancy’s description made me laugh. Often times, you’ll meet a guy,  you like his temperament, and obviously you’re clicking, and you think, this could work.  Two dates, and he decides that as long as you’re not seeing him with the goal of marriage, the relationship is a waste of time. I thought marriage should be about friendship first?  If we can’t even have friendship, how do you jump straight to marriage? I think that’s why I loved Leila’s attitude in this story. Her determination not to compromise who she is and what she’s about.

This is a story about friendship and love, and the struggle to find a balance in this Nairobi city.  In the end, we’re all just wishing for the one to share a happy live aren’t we?

The ending is a fabulous twist best for you to find out when you read this story.

I Love You This Much is available on for free.

Visit Dora Okeyo’s blog to read more about her.

Download it for your Kindle or Adobe Reader Here.

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