Finding a barber is like finding a wife. If we talk often, you must have heard me say that enough times. You must also have heard me complain about my barber, and if you were to take my whining out of context, it would sound acutely similar to complaints a man would have of his […] More
At the time, I had a Casio watch. I can’t remember where I got it from because I didn’t buy it. It was going to be my buffer on that drowsy mission I was on to incase for some reason best known to the witch in my village – I don’t get to hear the bell. On a good day, really, I’d hear it, though it was far from my dorm. It was those old, big bells like that of a Cathedral. I also knew it was quite the risk, but that’s what the Casio watch was for; to watch my back! Apparently, it didn’t. How? I can’t tell. More
It must have been on a Wednesday when I decided to skip lunch because, unlike other days, the menu that day was not so enticing. So, skipping lunch was bearable. We were having mothukoi, and on such a day, if you’re not a prefect on duty, you were not going to be enjoying the premium version of that, which was ‘spiked’ with a lot of cooking oil and onions; in sheng, we called it ngata. In our school, meals preserved for prefects were called chamber. We found them being called so when we joined Form One, and I figure it’s because the cooks served and set it aside in sufurias in a secluded part of the kitchen—a chamber. More
Have you ever had a crush on someone so insanely, up until the day you learnt something about them and the crush turned into crushed? Maybe you finally got the balls to walk up to them and say, “Hey shawry?” Or for the ladies, you did a Kansime feat that got you noticed. Upon starting […] More
My cousin was encouraging me to join the military. No, he was not kidding and neither was I when I said maybe in a movie or in my next life! He is a soldier himself. First time I saw him carry a machine gun, leave alone this pepetas the boys in blue carry to maandamano […] More
Before me is wooden coffee table. On top of it are the daily newspapers save The Standard. I can’t help but hover my eyes past Pastor Mackenzie’s face on the front page over and over. He looks like he is thinking about something, awful perhaps. Or not. Maybe he just remembered his cow hadn’t been […] More
She was in the washroom when she picked my call that day. I have avoided using any other terminology because I badly wanted to say, ‘the crapper.’ I don’t go to the crapper with my phone. Okay, I have tried once or twice and ascertained that it doesn’t work for me. The number of people […] More
That marriage felt like drowning in the ocean. Not that you don’t know how to swim, but the vastness of the water and the raging waves make you look like you don’t. I am not bad with women, I mean, at least I know how to treat them well. My mother taught me that, like […] More
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