The first time I encountered the Mountain Bongo, it was not in a forest. It was not standing silently beneath bamboo in the Aberdares, or moving like a shadow through the cold mist forests of Mount Kenya. I did not hear the crack of branches beneath its hooves or catch
If you have ever experienced an African safari, you know this phrase well... The Big Five. From the moment you land, it is everywhere. Tour guides speak about it with excitement, safari vehicles carry the promise of spotting them, and curio shops proudly display the words on T-shirts, carvings, and
Some women hold the world together quietly. Not loudly. Not for applause. But with a steadiness that feels like gravity itself. This piece has lived in my heart for a while, researched with intention, written with tenderness, and carried with gratitude. Through the gentle giants and brilliant mothers of the
At first you don’t see it. You see the river instead, its slow bronze surface breathing under the afternoon sun, dragonflies stitching light across the water, the reeds unmoving as if the wind forgot this place existed. Then something interrupts the illusion. Not movement. Stillness. A shape too deliberate
In true holiday fashion, I found myself revisiting some of my favourite animations, yes I am still obsessed with them. But this time, something was different. I rewatched Finding Nemo not just as a comfort watch, but through a lens shaped by recent work and learning. What followed was a
We’ve called them killers for centuries. Long before we knew their names, their families, their languages, we stamped fear onto their black-and-white backs and sent the story drifting across oceans. It began with Basque sailors, men who carved myths into sea foam, watching orcas hunt great whales and muttering
If the sky ever decided to show off, it would probably take the form of a lilac-breasted roller. Perched high on an acacia branch, this small bird seems ordinary until it spreads its wings. Then suddenly, the air is full of color: lilac, turquoise, green, yellow, white, blue, black, and
A Story of Extinction, Survival, and Hope The bird that holds up a mirror, the Dodo. My first glimpse of it was in Ice Age, waddling across my childhood screen. A character I never imagined was once a real bird, alive and fruit-fed on the island of Mauritius. When Dutch
One of my boldest, most starry-eyed dreams is to visit every national park in the world. Yes, I know, it sounds like the kind of bucket list you scribble down on a napkin and laugh about. But hear me out. I already live in Nairobi, the only capital city in
The first time I learned about coral reefs, I wasn’t underwater. I was under a blanket, halfway through a Netflix documentary called Chasing Coral, jaw slack, eyes wide, heart slowly cracking open. If you haven’t watched it, I suggest you have it at the top of your watch
The other night, I dreamt of a badger. Yes, a badger. No lion, no leopard, just a low-slung, grumpy-looking creature trotting purposefully through my subconscious like it owned the place. Which, to be fair, is exactly how badgers operate in the real world too. I woke up with one burning
I’ve spent more mornings than I can count perched on the edges of Lake Naivasha; coffee in hand, binoculars nearby, soaking in the bird calls and stillness. It’s a place that offers up quiet magic. At first glance, everything seems perfect. The lake glistens. The breeze dances through