MenBegh! Or simply, Man Bag

There was once a fad that set many young men going crazy. It was called, ‘The Man Bag.’ Or ‘menbegh’ I owned one, a fake one, and realized it in the middle of some trouble. Please, jump into my office. Me I am not a guy for ati fashion trends nini nini. Zero. Me I am more functional, than, uuhhmm… fashionionable. I can…

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BEES IN THE AIR

The bees in the air buzzed louder that afternoon. Audibly angry. The shovelling of the soil had stirred the hive; somehow. The gravediggers dug two graves that day. The first had to be filled back in; they’d dug his grave in the wrong place. My mother caught the error around noon. They had to start again in the hot sun. Shovelling the hot…

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SUNDAY BEST

THE SUNDAY BEST. I loved high school. Kapsaa For the record, I went to a secondary school. Most of you believe I went a high school. You think too highly of me. I will never forget such kind a gesture. But it was really a secondary school, in the heart of Siaya County. If you are a jang’o, its SEKONDRI! Don’t argue with…

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Noisemakers.

Guys, do you know another day there, I was in primary school, and the noisemakers’ book got lost. I was in class Faef. And that it was found. By my mother. In our house.

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RUKA TU MBACHUKA TU

I had always wanted to chew miraa, from the time I was like 2 years old. Or maybe 12. I don’t know. But I did. But because me I have always been a focused human being, I said I will wait until I finish my Form 4 exams, come back to Nairobi, and then begin my watch. The people who would be vevekaing…

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Fighting Firstborns

If I ever woke up God, the first thing I will do is to abolish the office of the ‘Firstborn.’ Permanently. Parenthood should ideally start from the second born. Last-borns too, they should just sort their drama out, please. Because currently they are on Sumbua Tarriff. Lakini hapa katikati, us guys we watch out for each other. Si ndio? For real though. Why…

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