Before Instagram and WhatsApp gained fame, we only talked to our lovers through the unlimited sms that Safaricom used to offer. You’d get like 200 sms for only Ksh 10 bob and that would be enough to shower your girlfriend with all the lies the universe can hold. So, I once dated this galdem. Her …
Francis Makonjio, 25, grew up watching his parents exchange blows on a daily basis. He couldn’t do anything at the time, not even let out a yell, for he was young and had gotten used to it. Born in Kibera, Kenya, to a father who was a carpenter and a mother who worked as a …
Her hips curved harshly on that black minidress. I couldn’t help but notice her calculated sashays as she passed through the metal detector door at the airport. She gripped her suitcase in the left hand as her handbag dangled on her chelidon like the balls of an old bull. The buzzer went off as soon …
There is this one time rumours went round the school that there was a form 1 student from coast who had some mysterious powers. Those rumours had it that the guy would walk into the bathroom with an empty bucket and come out with a bucket-full of shopping. Sometimes, he would serve ugali and sukuma …
Saturdays In highschool were a whole vibe. Classes would end at 12:40pm, then entertainment would take the button till 10pm or even later. Now, coolkids and richkid-wannabes from Nairobi and Mombasa (especially) were the bigwigs during entertainment. They were the ones controlling everything in the hall, from what songs would be played and which movies …
It’s quite rough having a girlfriend and not having a house where you can, you know, fornicate a little. So, you either borrow your friend’s house or become celibate. This is common among comrades. In my first year, I didn’t have a crib. I was staying in the hostels. Life in the hostels wasn’t that …
There are two voices to avoid like a plague. One, the one that convinces you to sleep just a little while even after your alarm goes off. And two, the one that tells you to use your phone in a matatu while your window is open. The latter is the real demon. It was one …
The breeze pierced through the rails of the balcony, threatening to blow away Gloria’s nightdress. She occasionally stretched her hand to the hem of the nightdress in the attempt to cover her exposed tattooed thighs. It was their second night at the Airbnb in Nyali. The sound of the waves from the ocean collaborated so …
The moment you make eye contact with a hawker it’s over for you. You immediately become a customer. A default customer, whether you like it or not. I was coming back from work on this particular Friday. Fridays in Nairobi CBD can be so, what is the word, seductive? – you’ll rub shoulders with troupes …
Men will rant and grouch about women eating fare, but they will still send again. However, there is a new species amongst us. A species that don’t eat fare. These ones are worse – they chat you all those naughty texts, tell you the things they will do to you when they come over and …
