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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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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GO2019

Happy New Year. We made it through Survivor January. I have been dreaming. Actually I had been dreaming from a long time. Last year I wanted to do a few things. Included was traveling, media projects, writing a lot more. And I did. Actually I did much better than I thought I would do. Yes. I am a resolutions person. And this year…

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The things we do to ourselves.
shot of word marriage

The things we do to ourselves.

It started with a huge grinning hello. The kind that boys who have seen a pretty girl say. It was followed by ‘Is Nancy home?’ and ‘Just come in and wait for her.’ But it ended with a goodbye, and a miscarriage. *** Gerald and Harriet had known each other for a very longtime. First as neighbors in the old posh Lavington area…

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