The sun today is too hot; but not as hot as my tempers. I am boiling over with rage I can barely see the path. I cannot feel the weight of the “Tenja” on my back; the stones are hurting my feet. Fury is a bad thing. By now you’re wondering why I’m in such... Continue Reading →
Is the head of the Spaghetti Church called a Pasta? No? But why? Have you ever sat down and wondered why exactly you chose to remain in school and burst your brain trying to excel at some complicated isht in Varsity? Why should you struggle with Calculus and Theory of Stuctures, then have to wait for... Continue Reading →
Aah, hilarious but true account of the Kenyan job market. Y’all should read this
I threw in the towel on my zealotry quest to clinch a job in Kenya eons ago. This is after my copious festy efforts all turned out otiose. Somehow I don’t seem to quite cut the mustard for the job market. You see, 3 months ago, after I cleared varsity, had you told me I wouldn’t be able to afford a crate of beer by now, I would have laughed and cackled like a goose hen until I became dehydrated by all the tears I would have shedded.
I may have even thwaked you with a shoe and opened my maw where you’d have caught phrases such as;
“Hahaha! Kindly have your brain cells checked asap you dyslexic nitwit, they might have gone cancerous you know…
or
Hahaha, just dial it a bit on whatever potent powder you’re snuffing and smoking my friend.”
I must register I was riding on…
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I see the frown beneath your smile; the tears behind that sparkle in your eyes I know that even when you say you're fine, you really ain't. Behind that "strong woman" facade, i know that all you really want is to be held. You want to be loved just like everyone else. You've been hurt... Continue Reading →
Wheelbarrows for Kshs.109,000? What’s all the fuss about? I mean, they are made of “stainless steel” and non-carcinogenic materials. 109,000 is surely a very fair price for such special barrows. Never mind the fact that food security and poor roads are still a major issue Bungoma. No bruh, we have to worry about the safety... Continue Reading →
I always thought dating a writer would be perfect. We’d spend Sunday mornings lazying in bed after a late omelette and coffee breakfast. We’d discuss the latest Bikozulu post; reminisce the good old Whispers’ days and quip at how no one will ever fill the legend’s shoes. We’d later on wake up, shower and browse... Continue Reading →
Today I woke up with a start. Again. My heart was beating rapidly; lips and throat were dry. Sweat was dripping from my temples. I had that nightmare again. It’s been going on for the past couple of months. Each night, it gets clearer; the scenes keep changing.; but the ending stays the same. I... Continue Reading →
Entrepreneurship is great. It has opened doors for so many people. Lives have been changed, the economy is growing. In fact, every campus kid wants to be an entrepreneur. Ask anyone about their dreams and they will point out that they will start one business or the other. Everyone wants to become self-employed. It’s the... Continue Reading →
It all begins at The Pit. It’s a bright Saturday afternoon, good hip hop is playing and you find yourself bobbing your head involuntarily to the rhythm. The Vogue ciggy is slowly burning away and you take a deep puff. You’ve always loved how slender they were; how the smoke was so subtle people hardly... Continue Reading →
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