ANINDO THE SLEEPMASTER

Pale Sekondri School. We had to wake up on time. That was very important. A minute late, your entire day is cloudy, with high chances of punishment. We woke up early to do silly things they called ‘manual work.’ It wasn’t work. We were in a concentration camp of boys breaking their voices, and growing sharply protruding nipples. My parents, paid fees; for…

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EATING SCHOOL FEES

Fam, you know, sadly, I never 'ate' my school fees. Never. Not even once. As such, I have long felt like an outcast among my friends. Like I am missing out on life, or Eastlands didn't bring me up properly. Or something. Because all the current cool kids I know, like Allan Gichigi, Michael Kinyua, PKay Paul and Nganga Runo at one time in their high school days thoroughly…

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THEY STOLE A TRANSFORMER

A transformer was stolen in our hood when we were growing up. In the exact same way houses were being ‘obtained.’ One early Saturday morning, in broad daylight. And we were accomplices. But we didn’t know. In the 90s in Eastleigh, if you ever wanted to steal anything significant like a car, a house help, a bicycle or a transformer, you stole it…

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WANGECHI DRAMA PART II

Next day, Wangechi and her mom or aunt, not sure, come by for the bag. It’s a chilled out Saturday morning, nothing much happening. Luckily Ki Mungu Mungu, my mum is not home. But her two super effective espionage agents from Scotland Yard are at home. My sisters. Kwanza we hear a car pulling up. A brand new sleek Nissan B12 with tum…

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SCHOOL SURPRISE – PART 3

My mum opened the math book I had just received, and 5 envelops drawn beautifully just fell out, on to her lap. Inside the envelops were lots and lots of high school love letters. That boy who I lent my math textbook was using it as the post office box to send letters to some girl. She pushed them from herself and covered…

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WANGECHI DRAMA

When I was in class 7, I think I moved from Top 3 to top 38. Ok, to number 8 but I am trying to be inclusive of everyone here. So my mum decided to give me one more chance in life to redeem myself. And prove that I was actually her real son. And that her true son had not been switched…

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