The year draws to a close, and the holiday winds gather strength. Nairobi, in its perpetual hurry, can hardly comprehend the fervor gripping the Machakos country bus terminus — a longing so strong it pulls our people back to the great waters. Memories of Christmases along the shores of Lake Nyanza flood the mind — the embrace of kith and kin, the scent of home, the pulse of belonging. Spirit of Risambwa“When the spirit of the lake stirs, distance dissolves — and even the city surrenders to the pull of home.”— Stanley Gazemba, Editor