Topic: memories

Visiting days were more than just events. They were small reunions. They were moments of joy, guilt, laughter, and longing all woven together.

High school letters remind us that communication was not always instant, but it was deeply human. They were the heartbeat of interschool crushes and even secret relationships, passed between hands like treasures wrapped in folded paper.

Looking back now, it is clear that these contradictions were never meant to confuse us, but to shape us. The sarcasm sharpened our quick wit. The discipline taught us respect and resilience.

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.