After this, I hope PL clubs, especially the big ones that have this kind of global appeal, are reviewing ways to engage with this continent's fan base better. The old model where pre-season tours target the US and Asia because of sponsors needs a rethink.
A kid drew himself sleeping in bed between mom and dad and labeled it 'safe.'
In Japan, this exact sleeping arrangement has a name. They call it 'the river.' Mother is one bank. Father is the other. The child between them is the water. Roughly 70% of Japanese mothers sleep this way with their kids, sometimes through the teenage years. The Western model of putting a kid alone in their own bedroom is barely 200 years old. For most of human history, in most cultures still alive today, kids slept beside their parents.
James McKenna runs the Mother-Baby Behavioral Sleep Lab at Notre Dame. He spent decades watching what happens when parents and kids share a bed. The bodies sync up. Heart rates align with the parent's, breathing falls into the same rhythm, and by morning even sleep stages have started matching. The parent's body, in McKenna's words, acts as a kind of biological jumper cable for the child's.
In 2013, researchers in the Netherlands tracked 193 babies through the first year of life. They measured cortisol, the brain's main stress hormone. Babies who had spent more weeks co-sleeping in the first six months produced less cortisol under stress at 12 months. Sleeping near a parent had rewired the kid's stress system to be calmer under pressure.
Inside the kid's brain at night, the amygdala, the fear alarm, gets more sensitive as the body gets tired. Darkness makes it worse. A 2021 paper in PLoS One from Australian researchers showed that light directly suppresses amygdala activity. Lights off, alarm louder. The whole brain is wired to read 'alone in a dark room' as a threat.
Now add a parent's body to that bed. The kid's nervous system reads warm body, breathing nearby, familiar smell. The threat alarm dials down. Two parents on either side dial it down twice. The drawing is the kid's brain calculating maximum safety: I am surrounded by the people who keep me alive, and nothing can reach me without going through them first.
The arrangement in this drawing is what most of human history called 'sleeping.' Sleeping the kid alone in another room is a 200-year-old Western invention that we forgot was an invention. Every kid who has ever padded into your room at 3am and crawled into the middle of the bed is just trying to redraw the picture.
I mourn the passing of Patrick Mukabi, the artist behind the iconic paintings in all Java House wall paintings. As a newbie journalist, my bery first assignment was to cover the story of how Mukabi memorialised the 1998 bombing of the US embassy in Nairobi. I have followed his work over the years and my best series from his collection was Market Women. Mukabi did a lot of work teaching youngsters to paint. But above all, he immortalised many aspects of Nairobi social life. He is a national treasure. The city of Nairobi owes him a great of gratitude. We need a City Arts Council to recognise such artists Wangui Maina and Dennis Onsarigo.
Genuinely, I think as a fanbase and club we needed a moment like this to spark us into life. Dont underestimate the gravity of such a galvanising goal and no one better than our own Max Dowman to be at forefront of it. This club will be the end of me
•Broke up with his girlfriend just to move to London and play for Arsenal
• Rejected Manchester United and also the chance to reunite with his former coach, Amorim. United offered a higher transfer fee to Sporting and a better salary than we did.
• Rejected a salary offer from a Saudi club which triples what he currently earns at Arsenal.
• Gave up €3m of his salary with Sporting just to push for a move to Arsenal.
All of the sacrifices just to be hated by the fan base of the club he did everything to join.
I’ll back you till the very end. Viktor Einar Gyökeres.
Yesterday, December 30th, my car was broken into in Nairobi CBD. I had parked at Hazina Trade Centre in Nairobi, where my vehicle was searched at the entrance by guards from Hatari Security before I was allowed in. I parked in the basement, locked the car, and went upstairs.
The break-in happened between 11:25am and 12:25pm - the 1 hour I was away.
When I returned to the car, I found the left front passenger window broken and the vehicle ransacked.
They stole equipment- but that's not what hurts the most. What was taken were my hard drives, containing over two years of personal projects and active client work. Stories, footage, edits, archives - over 20TB of work I was trusted to keep safe. I was literally on my way to back them up.
The data is irreplaceable.
That's what I want back more than anything. If whoever took them sees this:
Please keep the equipment. Just return the hard drives. The work matters more than the gear.
A reward will be offered for the safe return of the hard drives - no questions asked.
They can be dropped off anonymously.
To fellow creative - please back up your work. Twice. Then again. Learn from my pain.
If anyone comes across abandoned hard drives, SD cards, or a KCAA-branded backpack, please reach out. Even anonymously.
This one hurts. Deeply.