Thursday, September 6, 2007. Months before he died, Ralu, happily entered his house. It was one of those bribe days. So, he put his briefcase on the table and sat comfortably on the couch. As he was enjoying the universe, a full glass of martini on it, suddenly, the maverick son blew in.

To my sister who weeps every time she thinks of dolphins and turns into a puddle at the sight of a puppy, these horrific images are for you. An exotic animal market tucked into the bowels of Denpasar. Here is what I witnessed. Hope these inspired some righteous indignation. The flower that you hold in your hand was born today, but already it is as old as you are.

I left Kenya on August 28. Before I left she gave me an adorable little beaded neck.

Friday, June 19, 2015. Why we do what we do. A really good friend of mine posted an article on my facebook wall a few days ago detailing the problems with traditional microfinance.