Ban Our Morals

It is okay to be governed by laws up to where a country is concerned. That is what the constitution is for. But when we get to a point where a person’s morality, which is often subjective, is used to operate a country’s mandate it becomes a slippery slope. Because there is no dictating what... Continue Reading →


Dear January

Dear January, Is it just me or 2018 is turning out to be that year? We’re barely done with January and sex dolls are trending on social media. So apparently for the very low price of Ksh 200,000 you can have you very own, life-like, life-size sex doll delivered to your doorstep. And it comes... Continue Reading →

I wasn't going to write today, still won't write today. It has just been one of those weeks. Work pressures stifled my creativity for a minute. Then late last night I got an email. A reader, maybe a fan too, asked if they could do a reply to one of my posts. Signed the smiling... Continue Reading →

Support them! Do they support you?

Do you know how much a presidential campaign costs? Not the actual amount but a rough figure? A round number that you can use to put things into perspective. No? Well it costs about 1.5 billion shillings. Not one, but 1.5 Billion. That is around nine zeros after the 2 with three commas. That’s how... Continue Reading →

If We Met

Dear Carol, Hi. Let me start by being honest. Until a few days ago you were a hashtag. I’ve seen you a lot on my timeline. You were. Are. An inspiration to many guys out here. From what I gather you were this person that was rather bubbly even in the face of adversity. When... Continue Reading →

Dear Ezekiel Mutua, This might come as a surprise to you but I am a writer. I have wild delusions that someday I will be able to sit at my desk and spin words to make a living. Yes, the writer dream is to get paid for their words – call me crazy, call me... Continue Reading →

A letter to my sister on her birthday

Dear Maria, It feels like yesterday when we'd fight and argue over cereal boxes. I liked the coco pops, it came in a yellow box that had a cheeky looking monkey and you liked frosties - it was the one in a blue box with a tiger. Secretly you also loved coco pops. But, you... Continue Reading →

A bunch of tools

Poverty has different colors. Scents. Sounds even. To some it is the faded blue trouser that has been patched up so many times it looks like a quilt. An old worn out quilt that smells of a dusty floor. Sweat. And frustration. To others it is the eerie orange light of the tin lamp. A... Continue Reading →

Dear Future Wife

Dear future wife, The suspense is killing me. Where are you? Calm down. I don’t have dirty laundry. I don’t need a sandwich. Chances are you have internet and you know those are the very things you shouldn’t do. You’re a woman not a maid. So right now I’m fine. I mean why wouldn’t I... Continue Reading →

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