The first thing I noticed about her was the accumulation of attitude written all over her forehead. It is a thing with damsels with sunken hairlines, apparently. They either assume we are about to tap that shiny part of their head or we are just a second away from throwing a joke about it. With …

Nothing hurts deep than having spent 4 years in the university then end up bumping onto job requirements that wants you to have ‘atleast 5 years experience.’ It hurts even more, especially in the society where we are wired to believe education is the key to a successful life. Mark was a fresh graduate from …

She was dressed to kill, and a little bit to impress. Her black minidress sketched her every curve. The sun, that was falling off the sky hit through her wavy weave giving it a brownish colour. She looked focused in those photo chromatic spectacles, but the tattoo on her left thigh gave me second thoughts. …

It was random and so peculiar. We bumped into each other in the supermarket. I saw her first, and pretended to be busy looking for something in the shelves. “Ooh, my son, you’re buying for her sanitary towels?” Her voice pierced over my shoulder. I breathed in, then out. A cough forced itself up my …

She prepared her bedsitter; cleaned it well, fragranced the atmosphere with strawberry scent, fixed a dim blue bulb and shaved as she took a warm shower. She yearned for a man’s touch and a gentleman’s whisper of sweet words in her ears. She longed for cuddles and kisses that lasted longer than forever. It’s all …

She sat on the wooden chair, helplessly. The baby in her arms couldn’t stop crying. She’d lift her left breast for the baby to feed, but that didn’t stop him from crying. His cry was a cocktail of hunger and pain. The least that Yvonne could do was to occasionally lift his left breast comfortably …

He lived the best life in his head. He was a dreamer. Like any other dreamer there is, he built the best castles and lived lavish in them. The unstable condition in his home didn’t press his balls, not a pinch. The struggles didn’t compel him to work an inch harder. He had an opulent …

I was 12. She was our neighbour. She had no furniture in her house but she had an enormous TV and a 6×6 mattress on the carpeted floor. And NO, she wasn’t Luo – she was Ugandan or something, I can’t recall. She was a teacher at one of these posh schools we have in …

Highschool was all fun till your History teacher walks into class, strides to your locker then thunders, “fungua pahali uliandika notes.” You clear your throught in surprise, scratch your follicle-less smooth chin then pretend to be rummaging for your book. The teacher will then stride to your deskmate and ask, “where did we reach last …

Like the time spent in the urinal, we don’t waste time at the barbershop. We walk in, nod at the barber, then take a seat as we wait for our turn. There are only three topics that can be discussed in the barbershop; politics, football and if the volume is okay. On politics, all of …