Am Quite Proud And Alive With dusty feet and flip-flops, I wander Ongata Rongai’s market, chasing dusk’s first raindrops and ancient prophecies. My soul pulses with wild gratitude, fractured spirits whispering secrets, and one truth blazes brighter than them all: love for Tracy Itambo, my anchor in this endless storm.

Barefoot in the rain, I walk between destruction and hope. A cracked egg glows at my feet—every ending is a beginning, every step a legend. 🌧️✨ #UrbanLegend #OngataRongai #StreetProphecy #BeginningsAndEndings #RainAndStars #HopeAndDestruction #VisionaryVoice #KenyaStories #ModernMyth

6. Sundays are for church - and bar fights Some Sundays are for quiet reflection. Mine involved a “Holy Roller” church in the Kenyan jungle, a batik obsession sparked by a priestess, being called a fungally infected invalid by curious children...

Church in the jungle. Batik obsessions. A child diagnosing me as a fungally infected. Bar fight with a chief. Jungle life is fun. Chapters 6-7 of my travel memoir. open.substack.com/pub/davidpbl...
#TravelWriting #KenyaStories #HolyRollers #Memoir #FieldNotes #BarFightInTheBush #AdventureTravel

Joab Misula from Kenya, who turned a riverbank from trash dump to thriving garden. "I want my children to have somewhere to play, see the river, and learn," he says.
#GreenSpaces #CommunityAction #KenyaStories #ClimateAction