Climb every mountain. Swim every ocean. Just to be with you…” Is the background song that he accords the season in his life that made him richer in wives than a typical 25 year old in these modern times. Well the song is not necessarily a dedication to the wives but the song that played […] More
I hope I have not interrupted your festive celebrations by prompting you to read this blog. Wait. Actually I’m not sorry. Because I’m just about to add some essence to your celebrations. Some of you are not even celebrating anything. So this might just be a favor since you don’t have anything else better, do […] More
I was supposed to meet Dee on that day. I call her my daughter. Mjangos are gobsmacked when I tell them I have a daughter. I love that reaction that is portrayed on their faces. A facial expression that is confused about whether to be happy for me because having children has always been a […] More
How I wish I could speak Kamba. I hear jokes made in Kamba are funnier than Swahili or English jokes. There are jokes made in Kamba that when translated, the joke would get lost in the effort to amputate and conjoin word for word from one language to the other. There is something about nativity. […] More
In that room, you can hear hearts beating in a rhythmic manner all in anxiety and anticipation of what they believe or don’t want to believe will happen next. Every head is raised and steadied towards what seems to be their only point of connection with what also seems to be what their lives depend […] More
So yesterday was Mother’s Day. From what I can tell, everyone was elated about it. Unless I got all wrong, some were so elated they probably thought it’s like Christmas or Jamhuri Day where you can wish everyone a happy mama’s day. Because even I was wished a happy mother’s day by my old friend […] More
“What are you looking at?” She asked with what seemed like a smile and suspicion on her face. “Aahm, nothing.” I was caught off-guard, gazing at her breasts which in my fantasy, must be the ones Solomon was singing about in his Songs of Solomon, “Your breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle that […] More
“Eh! Victor. Mwana wa ingoo, karibu mtaani.” Said my uncle as we shook hands vigorously like the Luhya men we are. His name is Justus. Laughing, “Mtaani kweli kweli.” I got the joke. It was heading towards 8pm on Wednesday last week. We giggled and made fun like teenage boys as he ushered me into […] More
Know I was born in Nairobi, brought up in Nairobi, everything in Nairobi. Nairobi has done a lot for me. So Nairobi is bae. Though not my native home. My native home is ‘ingo’; for the luhyas in the house. But she is still home. Eastlando especially. I miss the days in Umoja one and […] More
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