First-Person

Through my eyes.

First-Person

Sep 6, 2026

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5 min read

Crying Over Spilt Porridge

In my growing wisdom, I told her the old adage that felt too perfectly suited to the moment: she should not cry over spilt ice cream. I felt like Jesus explaining a parable to a particularly difficult crowd. I told her that perhaps this was the universe sending her a message. She needed to stop crying over whatever else had already happened and could no longer be changed.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Aug 30, 2026

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3 min read

An Epiphany On Pooping

Pooping is a strangely instructive process. You push a little, then think about something else. You notice the smallest sign of progress, then check your phone, or try to recall a dream. You catch a moment when the body seems willing, then let things settle again.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Aug 9, 2026

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2 min read

Bugs

This has more to do with fomo than bugs.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Aug 5, 2026

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3 min read

Something’s Coming

Something so bad it has brought universes together, and people are getting serious about their lives.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Aug 2, 2026

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3 min read

Story For Another Day

Was he showing me his battle scars? Greeting me after days away? Or was he simply exhausted from whatever it takes to survive as a stray who has one foot on the street and another in a place he now calls home?

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Jul 26, 2026

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4 min read

35 Days

Audacity can be an irritating trait when used badly. Used well, it is like a counter-attacking football team: when it works it is unstoppable. After all, the wahenga have been asking the same question for generations: nani atanichapa?

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Jun 21, 2026

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2 min read

Boxers

I'm writing this from Siaya on my phone. It's tough to write on a phone, tougher in boxers, and tougher still on a hot night.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Jun 14, 2026

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5 min read

What Was He Like.. Before Corona?

He laughed, a lot. He wanted to work with racehorses. He loved. Aaah, but not a single man came back the same. Some never returned at all.

Juma Reagan

Letters & Lovers

Jun 7, 2026

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4 min read

Who’s Jules?

You know what they say: if a man is going to be rejected, he might as well be rejected by a pretty woman. At least then he has a good story to keep telling himself.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

May 17, 2026

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5 min read

Bounce

The drinking wasn't the worst part. It was the thinking I was such hot stuff. It's like how everybody thinks that they have a good sense of humor, or they're a good driver.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

May 3, 2026

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5 min read

You Can’t Buy Aura

He did nothing, and somehow that made the noise grow louder. He fixed his gaze on another spot for nearly two more minutes, letting the audience soak in his presence alone. Some accepted their fate and let themselves fall. Others cried freely, hands raised in gratitude to whatever higher power allowed them to witness such greatness.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Apr 22, 2026

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1 min read

Pole

I have only recently found my rhythm in attending live performances by our artists.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Apr 12, 2026

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4 min read

To Be A Cadet

Humiliation Rituals.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Apr 5, 2026

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3 min read

Housekeeping

“What if you run out of salt in the middle of the night?”

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Mar 29, 2026

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4 min read

Outliers & Outcasts

Nowadays my generation calls it FOMO. That sense of being left behind, of being an outsider, even when it’s not really your fault. But we can’t all be scouts, and we can’t all be drama students.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Somewhere Between Jeevanjee And The Multiverse

Mar 15, 2026

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4 min read

Somewhere Between Jeevanjee And The Multiverse

Lately I’ve been dreaming a lot about time and space. Alternate realities and all that cosmic mumbo jumbo. This is largely fueled by my unhealthy obsession with time travel movies that I’ve been binge-watching.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Mar 8, 2026

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5 min read

No Moral High Ground

In darkness there are no neat lines separating right from wrong. Boundaries exist only in righteousness, for what is good and just.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Mar 1, 2026

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3 min read

Sweet Expectations

You can almost picture the green screens, the rehearsed pauses, the careful delivery of lines meant to sound spontaneous. Predictable. The tension never quite builds.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Dec 30, 2025

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5 min read

Mae E Polo

The music of our land.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Dec 28, 2025

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5 min read

Rading’

What fun, weird, or memorable moments did 2025 bring? Did you meet someone from Chad? Did a crab bite your small toe?

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Dec 27, 2025

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2 min read

Snow? In Karachuonyo??

We were standing at the exact point where most of the area’s trade changed hands. An abandoned well sat at a junction linking Otaro to a narrow dirt road.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Dec 22, 2025

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1 min read

The Lazy Article

You’ll probably read this while I’m deep in Luo land, inhaling the scent of hot dung at dawn. But don’t worry, I’ll be sniffing it with satisfaction. Fulfilled that I wrote something. I’m allowed to sniff anything, because I’ve done my part.

Juma Reagan

Letters & Lovers

Dec 21, 2025

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2 min read

Letters to Cheptolo, II: Lady Santa

Lady Santa visited me the other day. She brought me an early Christmas present and promised me a book early next year. I cannot wait.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Dec 16, 2025

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2 min read

2014

When 'Better Man' dropped, your primary school crush was the first person to tell you about it, and the two of you sang it along the railway tracks like the hopeless romantics you were. Good times. Good music.

Juma Reagan

Letters & Lovers

Dec 14, 2025

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3 min read

Middlemen Letters

Her message was simple and didn’t require paper. She wanted to focus on her studies. God, haven’t I heard that a lot over the years!

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Crying Over Spilt Porridge

An Epiphany On Pooping

Bugs

Something’s Coming

Story For Another Day

35 Days

Boxers

What Was He Like.. Before Corona?

Who’s Jules?

Bounce

You Can’t Buy Aura

Pole

To Be A Cadet

Housekeeping

Outliers & Outcasts

Somewhere Between Jeevanjee And The Multiverse

No Moral High Ground

Sweet Expectations

Mae E Polo

Rading’

Snow? In Karachuonyo??

The Lazy Article

Letters to Cheptolo, II: Lady Santa

2014

Middlemen Letters

Brainwave Musings