Edwin's Corner

Friendship has always been a puzzle for me. I grew up an introvert, and my very first real friend, Michael Omondi , was in my life for only two short years. One week we were playing with toys, and the next, he and his family had moved away. That abrupt ending planted a seed in me: friendships are fragile, fleeting, and sometimes painfully unpredictable. As I grew older, I realized many of my friendships were transactional. We connected because of shared goals, exams, or interests—but the depth was missing. In high school, my attempts at friendships left a bitter taste. With no mentorship, I sought validation through rebellion, mistaking noise for identity. Looking back, I now see many of those classmates were also searching, stumbling through life like me. Fast forward to just a week ago, I listened to a wise man, Fredrick Gichuru , speak about the crisis of male friendships. He said something that stuck: “Many of society’s ills—suicide, violence, brokenness—can be traced back to m...