Why the Hippo Lost His Hair
Let me tell you why Rao— the hippo — has no hair. You’ve never seen him on land during the day, have you? Let me tell you why.
Let me tell you why Rao— the hippo — has no hair. You’ve never seen him on land during the day, have you? Let me tell you why.
To the Luo, Lake Victoria is not just a body of water—it is our ancestral mirror, our provider, and our spiritual anchor. We call it Nam Lolwe, and it holds a special place in our stories, songs, and rituals.
Albert Ojwang was more than a teacher or a blogger. He was a son, a husband, a father, and a voice that refused to be silenced. His burial was a moment of grief, but also a rallying cry for justice.
The football world is in mourning after the heartbreaking news of the passing of Liverpool star Diogo Jota and his younger brother André Silva.
Our names are poetic. They speak of seasons, light, darkness, conflict, and peace. And when we say them, especially in full, they anchor us. They remind us where we come from and where we belong.
Our dishes are not just about filling the stomach—they are expressions of our culture, environment, and family.
Crowds have taken over Moi Avenue and other major streets, holding signs and shouting for justice. Businesses in the CBD are closed, and roads are blocked.
Deputy Inspector General (DIG) of the Kenya Police Service, Eliud Lagat, has announced his decision to step aside pending investigations into the death of Albert Ojwang.
A long time ago, when animals still spoke like us, before the roads came, there lived two very different animals: Apuoyo the hare and Ondiek, the hyena.
You can spot a Luo even before you hear them speak. It’s in how we walk, how we dress, how we celebrate, and how we mourn.