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 →


The Interview. 

I get on average three emails a day. Two are from newsletters I should've unsubscribed from but won't; because they give me reason to check my mail.  One is to a job site I registered on while still in campus.  I want to leave that mail list because the one and only time I ever... Continue Reading →

The Comeback

I’ve been away for a while but now I am back. I want to tell you guys that I had missed you but Mercy stole that from all of you. On a Wednesday morning, cold, bored and hangover about the ended holiday she texts me a not so polite reminder. She reminds me that Friday... Continue Reading →

See you soon

I am tired. Just saying those three words feels like I have had a burden lifted off of me. But not entirely, just a little bit. Like I can’t even catch a break. It’s been one hell of a year, emphasis on the hell. But if you were to sit me down and ask me... Continue Reading →

A Man And His Thoughts

Can we talk about Dela for one minute? This feisty songstress with a voice woven out of angel moans. Is there anything right now in the Kenyan music industry that matches her appeal both on and off the mic? I don’t know about you but if Dela by any chance you read this; all I... Continue Reading →

The slay me 

Ah,  it’s Friday again.  How does the week fly by so fast?  Where is it in a hurry to go?  It’s not like it has anything better to do.  But here we are.  Actually for me,  it’s Thursday as I write this.  It’s been raining and the city has been a mess,  people hurdled under... Continue Reading →

Matching Socks having Sex

I have deliberately worn two mismatching socks, clean, and walked out of the house confident in myself. This is not even the worst of it, no. I have put on trousers that do not touch the ankle when I sit, those trousers that are a tad shy and show off your ankle cleavage (if you... Continue Reading →

I see you

On my desk in the office I have become a passive follower of the elections and whatever shit storm they bring or have brought. I have been following closely for a while now the happenings around the country, became distant to it and finally detached myself from the reality burying my head in numerous memes... Continue Reading →

Mombasa Raha 3 

Let's talk about Salim.  Tall lanky man,  hunched up inside his tuk tuk. I can't remember if he adorned a Kanzu or he had a red t-shirt with Blue Jeans.  He spoke fast,  like his words could not wait to leave his mouth.  His voice was polished with a coastal eloquence and listening to him... Continue Reading →

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