And no, that misconception about Mombasa kindness is a façade, a deliberate attempt at twisting the truth. The touts compete with our Nairobi ones for rudeness only that there they’ll comfortably refer to you as your gonads without even flinching. And they say it loudly as if they are preaching or winning masses for the 2022 elections. Continue reading A Tumbler and the Shore
I tend to think that I never mourned him well or enough. When all the ululations nearly competed for prominence in our compound, I went towards the dogs kernel, held Bosco’s palm and commanded her into silence as I gently scrubbed her mane as she was visibly perturbed by the huge number of people in our compound…. I wanted to tell her, “Oh darling, I have just lost my dad,” but I wasn’t sure yet if dogs felt our pain. Continue reading Papa
I was brought up right; so, unlike other Kenyans, I present myself whenever summoned as opposed to running. What everyone else is accustomed to. In my mind, I had nothing to worry about, this was simply a uniformed human wanting to share a word with us. It was when we approached him however that the narrative changed ; two other men, ununiformed this time Continue reading Locked Up
This will be short. Nothing but raw thoughts of a soul on the road in the countryside just before the turn of the year.
Thoughts about the emerging trends in the society. How do you find the commercialization of your locality and the diminishing resources?
…..We thought it was just another day in our village intrigues.We never bothered. Nothing is really important in the village, we even celebrate death in song and dance! Continue reading Friends and Foes