Topic: memories

Today, you don’t have to wait for scheduled interviews with political analysts on media houses, you can just stream it online on various podcast platforms and get just what you are looking for.

This was the Moi era, a time when statecraft, media, and personality cult merged into a single televised performance. The Kenya Broadcasting Corporation (then Voice of Kenya — VOK) was the primary outlet, and the media landscape was tightly controlled.

This Throwback Thursday, I miss the raw, imaginative joy of growing up before everything became digital. Before “indoors” became a lifestyle and “content” replaced curiosity. We made up games, invented rules, and created worlds from scratch.

Rain meant rest. It meant storytelling around a dim lantern. It meant that the world would slow down, if only for a while. The roof would sing its metallic rhythm, frogs would call out in harmony, and the scent of wet soil would drift through the air.

Before smartphones, before disappearing messages and FaceTime calls, there was the golden era of buttoned phones—where love lived in 160-character texts, delivered on a glowing green screen, and trust was measured by how fast you could delete a message.