An introverted ol’ fart born in the twilight zones of Brutish East Afrika—where colonial ghosts still whisper and social constructs crumble at the edges. A contrarian’s contrarian: too restless for orthodoxy, too curious for comfort.

My credentials? A PhD in blasphemy , a masters in marginal thinking.

I am the offspring of contested territories, a human palimpsest where history’s rough drafts collide. Neither fully indigenous nor entirely colonized—a liminal being who speaks in the languages of resistance and nuance–ze middle-finger icing ze cake where necessary.

A peasant who researches, a researcher who tills: my hands know both soil and scholarship.
My liberalism? Lowercase and lawless