“Hi! I’m Wambui. You must be my date” Aah, Wambui. There was something rather off about that name. It reminded me of the women in those dinghy bars in downtown, or that shady ka-local bar in the ghetto. Those bars where people are chromed in worse than sardines in a can. Those bars that reek... Continue Reading →
As we go on with our daily lives, 42 human beings lie lifeless; never to see the sun rise again. Their families are struck with grief; the only traces left of their once beloved mothers/fathers/spouses/children are now but the memories they hold and photographs for the lucky few who managed to salvage some. Lives of... Continue Reading →
Two years ago, a friend of a friend committed suicide. He had posted what was to be his last post on Instagram alluding that he was about to end his life. From his last words, you could tell that the decision to end his life was not something that had been jumped into overnight. It... Continue Reading →
The book is set in a mythical town in the middle of nowhere called Viscos. Viscos is one of those small towns where everybody knows the next person and hence it is impossible not to get involved in your neighbour’s business. The residents lead a traditional ordinary life which the youth find boring and... Continue Reading →
You’ve been up since 4 am. The construction estimate you've been working on for the past 2 days needs to go out by 4:30pm and you’re not even halfway through the bills of quantities (for those who don’t know, that’s part of the work of a Quantity Surveyor. Yes, please go right ahead and google... Continue Reading →
My laptop has self esteem issues. It’s been acting up so much of late; I guess it’s because it has been chilling with cool-kid MacBook’s. Or maybe it’s one of those identity crises that come with old age. It will be turning 4 years old in September. I am deeply attached to my Asus baby... Continue Reading →
There are people in this who think the world revolves around their feet. Selfish does not even begin to describe them. Everything is always about “me” or “I”. You’re very unfortunate if you ever get into a relationship with such a person. I’m talking about the folks who love playing victim; always blaming the other... Continue Reading →
Source: Wifey Material: Marriage As A Means Of Ghanaian Women's Subjugation
Source: “My Maths Teacher Hates Me!” by Paul Ugbede
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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