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I will call him Mogaka, a fiery; because of the fire in his eyes when he turned to face the motorists; daring them to go past him if they could. Well played Mogaka, in the middle of the road on a bridge; only guard rails separating success of such an attempt from a deep plunge into the river Continue reading Voices
7.00am. Not a minute late. This profession required just the discipline. Nobody cared whether you got stuck on the Ngong road traffic each morning. Or whether you had to traverse that stretch of the Kenya railways field from Makadara into Industrial area on foot. The rules were clear. You don’t afford an argument with the gate-men…. they had express privilege to send your late ass … Continue reading Axed!
There are those dreams you consciously find yourself in and decide to offer direction. You feel them unfolding and kind of have control over. If you haven’t had those, you haven’t dreamt yet. Strong lucid dreams. Then there are those purely vivid memories of the past you just want to forget that manifest and make you shriek each time. Yours is a combination of the … Continue reading Let me Out
For the first time he felt defined by their poverty. That the top schools charge near exorbitant fees remain the greatest paradox of the education system in the country. Bright students from humble backgrounds often forfeit the limited opportunities to study in these schools. Continue reading Fallen gladiator
Pugilists will tell you there is no fun in getting punched in the face; I say there is no fun waking up to a stranger in bed early morning. She looked peaceful though, the forehead masked by the wig was now on show, she looked innocent…. Wasn’t too young if looks could still be trusted. The same looks betrayed a kind soul. Maybe that explains why I liked her the previous night. Continue reading Sunday Morning
I was almost giving up hope on mankind, on all humanity until he passed me over my phone on alighting from that tuktuk. “Bro, umeangusha simu,” his hand outstretched. Hiding my bemusement, I extended my regards with a statement that ended with, “…God bless you.” “No, thank you. See, I don’t believe so much in that God of yours,.. the same one you invoke punishment … Continue reading I Quit!
He enters the room with the confidence of a beast-slayer, in an unadulterated gait. His wide towering shoulders remind you as much. He doesn’t wait for introductions; he dishes them out. He is unfazed by the environment whatsoever. As always, his mission is to execute that role which has been entrusted to him. Room 102 on the 17th floor is where the day’s adventure leads. … Continue reading Shady Streets
The ceremony was memorable; celebrated by the entire village, because villagers cared not whether the groom could put the ring on the right finger, nobody cared whether the bride was grinning from ear to ear on the dais or if she were an old grumpy bear. As long as they had their share of fun and food, nothing else mattered. It went down as the marriage ceremony of the year. Continue reading The Wedlock Crack
I love the zebras; they have a beautiful behind, the giraffes would envy. I can imagine the kind of animosity that would be bred if they had anything close to a human’s mind. The giraffe would be that skinny long-legged bully that reminds you every time that you got nothing on him; the zebra that fair damsel from the countryside Continue reading Mwisho Wa Lami
