Kill Me If You Want but All Men Are Dogs
Some guy asked a question, “Kwako una blender ama unakula matunda kama nyani?” And then some woman answered, “Nakula matunda kama shamba la Eden.” Na hapo ndipo nikajua lahaula,…
Village tales, barbers, police cars and Mama Soda. 21 posts.
Some guy asked a question, “Kwako una blender ama unakula matunda kama nyani?” And then some woman answered, “Nakula matunda kama shamba la Eden.” Na hapo ndipo nikajua lahaula,…

There is this Pandora’s box that has been lying beneath my laptop’s stand at work. You see, my laptop stand is elevated at the back and slanted at the front. Actually, I wouldn’t…
Damn! It is long since I wrote something that makes me feel like, “Finally, I am feeling stupid and I love it!” You see I am used to write powerful spiritual articles on but I…
There are those days where you lazily go home. The days you ask yourself what would have happened if you refused to be pushed off your mother’s cervix and just stayed intact…
How many of you have seen a jini? And I don’t mean Genie in a bottle. You know there is a difference between a genie and a jini? I think a genie is white; either British or from…

Rumor has it that the fresh grain eating pests have morphed into more potent and lethal organisms able to withhold more resources for more and improved services. It is said that…

You see, there is some guy somewhere so bitter, chocking with bile that you guys decided to put the chicken seller in power and not Mauzes who would take him to Canaan and give…

It is about dusk, a fine Saturday evening when the heat and hype of childhood plays its at its peek. Mt. Kilimanjaro is still naked, showing off its torso like a spoilt Konyagi…

My barber deserves a medal of honor. He deserves an MBS. For the ndogomothis reading this piece, MBS means Maasai with a Burning Spear . My barber is not like that empty headed MP…

Do you know those things you keep saying or have said in the past, “Mimi siwezi, kwani mimi ni mwanamke!” but end up doing them? Well, I must confess it was either my life of ze…

My village people. I hope this mail, sorry, post finds you well. I know you are eagerly waiting to help us offload our items of baggage off our well-polished cars as you give us…

As kids, we would go out play like wild dogs on heat. This is because playing was apparently a crime so you had to maximize the short playtime you had. I do not know why parents…
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