House of Hope

Genuine love for reading itself, when cultivated, is a superpower.

When I was around 2yrs old my mum worked as a kitchen assistant at U.S.I.U University, a few times she took me with her so it’s safe to say I have gone to university but  did not attend university. That is why I was so happy when I found this quote by Thomas Carlyle  “What […]


#unaweza BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER Blood is thicker than porridge My phone rang about a quarter to 7pm, I heard his voice on the other end of the line, I wondered what was wrong this time? You never know what his calls might bring, from his past I was prepared for the worst. “ […]


#unaweza A LONG LINE OF PAIN My name is Hassan Hamza and I come from a long line of pain. I grew up where distinguishing dinner from danger, was an essential life skill. A stone’s throw away from Korogocho one of the largest and deadliest slums in Kenya. Luckily, for me, I had two angelic […]

Forgiving My Father

#unaweza Forgiving My Father For anyone who grew up without a father. I am proud of you In the middle of a conversation, a colleague told me I am very proud of you, of course, it felt good, but I wanted to place the feeling on the right shelf so I asked why? She said […]

House of Hope

#unaweza House of Hope I came home from school countless times, found my mum had adopted either a mad person or a homeless kid, she fed and clothed them until their people were located. Despite being, a single mother of seven and small-scale businesswoman which meant hand to mouth provision she did that with a […]