The Parklands Diary

                                              Image by Google In 2021, when we were all crazy new to TikTok and wondering whether our president will open the country up for sherehe or not, a man in Trans Nzoia was brandishing his files in a bid to sue his son. Hold it there. A couple of decades back, the newly employed Zulu and Xhosa men and women in South Africa coined a term that they lent to us; the rest of Africa. This term found significance in most upcoming economies and societies, and still, even now is relevant and deeply rooted in our customs. We can say that it has become part and parcel our proud Ubuntu. I am so glad that I first heard the term “black tax” from a Xhosa young man. ` Khuomide (sound `kh pronounced in click) and I was talking about the forms of corruption during the MNIV Debate Championships in Dar es Salaam back in 2018. I was bragging about ...

  Beneath the veneer of green succulent leaves and bushes thick and lush, emerged a howl of defiance and conviction; a storm to scream down the storm. At the center of it, all was the victim representative expressing the expansive victim desire to arrive at a comprehensive truth that refused to be restrained in the face of any political upset. Time stood still and allowed silence to break its banks. It is an open secret that most Kenyans are now privy to the harrowing scenes pictured in The BBC Africa Eye documentary titled 'Sex for Work: The True Cost of Our Tea'. Gross and devastating are the revelations therein. Any attempt to internalize the corrosive effects that have permeated workspaces is revolting. The visual impressions created from an appreciation of the details are jarring to the heart. Merit has often stood the test of time as the litmus requirement for employment. Sadly, it now stands immaterial in the wake of licentiousness. The men with the meat who also wielded...