Babithoughts

  • I Can’t Adult….At least not now!

    Dear friends, let’s talk about age. Specifically, the timelines and milestones the society engraves on us. Over the course of my life, I have been made to believe that certain things have to happen at certain preordained time. Talk about graduating at 22, being married with kids by 25 and achieving your dream job by…

  • WALLS CAN BE BROKEN

  • KENYA’S FUEL TURMOIL

    The VAT law enacted by parliament finally kicked in on Saturday, after its conception in 2013. It was delayed by three years and the parliament in 2016 further delayed its implementation by two years. Cabinet Secretary to the treasury, Henry Rotich went ahead to implement the VAT law, ignoring a parliament resolve to have the…

  • UHURU-TRUMP HANDSHAKE: WHAT WAS DISCUSSED…

    President Uhuru Kenyatta on Monday afternoon (American time) met his counterpart President Donald Trump at the white house, on what was a second formal meeting in White House for an African leader after Nigeria’s Muhammadu Buhari visit late April, this year. Trade and investment in Kenya, Peace and Security at the horn of Africa and…

  • Harvesting the Private Sector Honey: The key to development financing.

    In the world’s poorest and least developed region, sitting on a cradle of wealth, the hope for development and transformation is ominous. Africa’s riches has been left unsubdued or misused by political leaders. Political immorality has curtailed our potential. Dreams of our forefathers are being busted every after dawn and before dusk. Nonetheless, we all…

  • Standing In The Gap…

    “I looked for a man from among them who would repair the wall and stand in the gap before me on behalf of the land, so that I would not destroy it, but I found no one”, the bible records in Ezekiel 22:30. Norm, culture and generation have been used as excuses to fit in….

This is how it all started…

I’ve always had a loud mind. Constantly shooting ideas, half-formed thoughts, questions I couldn’t ignore. Most of them didn’t need answers. They just needed somewhere to go.

For a long time, I carried them around. Let them pile up. That didn’t end well. Writing became the release. The pause button. A way to slow my thinking down enough to hear myself clearly. Not to impress. Not to perform. Just to empty the noise onto a page.

Babithoughts is personal. Unfiltered. Sometimes messy. Sometimes sharp. Often unfinished. It mirrors how my mind actually works, not how it’s supposed to sound.

I write here to make sense of things. Work. People. Ambition. Contradictions. Africa. Me.