Edwin's Corner

  The Restaurant in Nairobi: When Rejection Becomes Personal Michael was waiting anxiously in a restaurant in Nairobi. He had arrived early. Hopeful men often get there early. It gives them time to rehearse what they might say, to check their phone repeatedly, and occasionally to look around pretending they are not looking for someone. For the past month, Michael had been talking to Jolly almost every night. After work, he always called her. And something strange would happen whenever they talked. He would find himself smiling without realizing it. His coworkers noticed it once when he was leaving the office. “You look suspiciously happy,” one of them had joked. Michael laughed it off, but privately, he knew something had shifted. He had started calling her his dream girl. She would laugh shyly— the kind of laugh that leaves a man wondering if he’s being indulged or encouraged. He had looked at her picture so many times that he knew every angle of her face. She was breathta...

  Teresa Njoroge & Renee Ngamau at Founders Battlefield Arena Live Event  Reflections from a Rainy Night at The Arena Live  Founders' Battlefield Letting go is one of the most difficult things a human being can do. Not because we lack courage. But because the very things we must release are often the things that give us identity. They become the stories we tell about who we are, the achievements that give us status, the relationships that give us belonging, and the ambitions that keep our days moving and our evenings worth collapsing into. We build our lives around them. We prop them up carefully, fiercely, sometimes desperately. The more successful we appear in the eyes of the world, the stronger the urge becomes to maintain that structure. Yet there is a quiet moment that many people try desperately to avoid. It happens when the noise fades, the distractions disappear, and we are left alone with ourselves. In that moment, a difficult question appears. Am I t...

  George Ikua on Stage at  The first Arena Live Founders Battlefield event held on 24th Feb 2026 Reflections from a Rainy Night at The Arena Live  Founders' Battlefield There is an old story I once heard that has never quite left me. It starts with a god named Muri. Muri had power beyond understanding. The kind of power that could create worlds, shape galaxies, and breathe life into empty space. Yet despite all that power, something was missing. Joy. For billions of years, he crafted worlds and creatures, searching for something to fulfill the longing inside him. But each creation, no matter how impressive, felt empty. Until one day, he had a strange thought. What if the only way to experience the fullness of his power wasn't through creation... but through becoming the creation itself? So Muri did something remarkable. On a beautiful planet called Sipu , he created a being in his own image. He called the being Miraka . But this was not just another creature. M...

Peter Ndiang’ui on Stage at  The first Arena Live Founders Battlefield event held on 24th Feb 2026 Reflections from a Rainy Night at The Arena Live Founders' Battlefield Ben had been sitting quietly near the stage, watching people flow into the room. He wasn't there for networking. He wasn't there for business cards. He was there because something inside him had gone quiet. Life had become strangely dull. On paper, everything seemed right. His job paid well, in fact, very well. He held a director position at one of the blue-chip financial firms that many professionals aspire to work for. It’s the kind of role parents boast about during family gatherings. But inside, the excitement had drained out. Ben had tried starting side businesses a few times. None of them had turned out as he expected. He blamed the people he hired — their incompetence, their lack of ownership, their poor judgment. Each venture fell apart because of frustration. Still, he had convinced himse...