The Responsibility We Never Applied For I didn’t apply for this role. There was no interview, no contract, no training. Yet somehow, I became the one expected to hold everything together. The one who figures it out, stretches money, absorbs pressure, and keeps going even when it hurts. If you’re a young woman, a young mom, or a young lady trying to survive adulthood in Nairobi, this reality probably feels painfully familiar. It starts early, long before we even have money. As

A Morning Ride I Can’t Forget The first time I truly understood how unsafe public transport can be for women, it wasn’t only because of my own experiences  and yes, I’ve been a victim of harassment on public transport too, and I’ve tried to stand my ground when it happened. But witnessing someone else being harassed right in front of me was different. It hit me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. And I did nothing. Not because I didn’t care, but because fear, confusion, and shock

When I bought my first phone as a young girl, I honestly didn’t understand its value. I used it to take photos of myself, post my face, and show people my life, almost like I was advertising myself without even knowing why. I thought that was what having a phone meant. I never imagined that one day this same phone would connect me to opportunities, knowledge, and women who would completely change how I see my future. One day, during an interview, I spoke with a very powerful

The Hidden Challenges Behind the Camera Many media women in East Africa have discovered that feeling safe behind the scenes is just as important to empowerment as being heard on television. Beyond deadlines and breaking news, many women in East African media encounter obstacles behind the camera and microphone. Workplace harassment in media  remains a persistent and structural challenge. While women make up a growing share of the media workforce, leadership positions remain d

Growing up, I didn’t know I had anxiety. I just thought everyone worried the way I did, constantly overthinking, expecting the worst, and living in a state of quiet fear. It wasn’t until I got older, after my mother had passed, that I began to recognize the patterns in my life as signs of an anxiety disorder. Only then did I realize she, too, had struggled with anxiety, and that some of what I carried could have been inherited. Later in life, driven by curiosity and a desire