When I tell people that I had my first phone when I was in class five (crap, grade five), they are amazed and amused. Envious? I don’t know. Maybe. But it’s implausible for them because most people my age had their first phone after form four. Some after class 8. There’s no competing with these […] More
This is one of those blogs where I know what I want to write about, but I don’t know how or where to start. I’m like a kid squatting by a pond, peering into the water with static energy building up for when he will lock his target on a tadpole. He strikes and misses, […] More
Writer’s block is real, you guys. It’s like a demon that torments you through the night and spooks you during the day. You try everything in the book to get rid of it, but it’s probably worse than a demon because it will go when it wants to—not because you said so, or invoked the […] More
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
Wueh! I have been preparing myself psychologically to write, and when I finally got to this blank canvas, I thought of my first line, and all I had to say was that term we proud Kenyans use when wueh is wuehing. Okay, seriously, it’s used as an exclamation when things get really tough or incomprehensible, […] More
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