When Shall It End? The Miseries Of Being Human

Sometimes I wished I was a dog; our dog Scott to be precise. All it does is eat, sleep, shit and have sex. That’s all. It is a very spoilt dog. My mom spoils it. See, we always buy him food each and every evening. My mom then boils the food for it until it is cooked. When cooked, the food always has this nice aliya smell that always leaves my mouth watery. After that mom places the food in cool water. Can you remember how when you were a kid your mom would poesha your uji by placing the sufuria that contains it on water? Yes, that’s what my mom does to Scott. Did I mention that she even adds salt to the food?? Seems like Scott can’t eat food without salt. Continue reading “When Shall It End? The Miseries Of Being Human”

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I’M PREGNANT

This is an article I wrote a while back; I am currently going through some stuff in my life, which are hindering my thinking process making it hard to come up with something interesting to write about. Maybe I should write about my misery. Anyway,  I might be back to my senses next week, God willing. 

So due to this fact and the fact that I don’t like this blog being dormant, I thought I should post this here. 

Enjoy…  Continue reading “I’M PREGNANT”

OF NEVER MET PEOPLE AND UNSOLICITED RANT

The other day I asked a friend to describe me based on my writing suppose we had never met. It was on a Tuesday mid-morning, I was seated in the boardroom at work chowing down on these two overpriced chapos (20 bob a piece, can you believe these people??)  as I washed them down with hot tea (I was fuckin’ hungry), Naaman’s laptop was humming softly as it sat in front of me. On the screen was Biko’s website. Continue reading “OF NEVER MET PEOPLE AND UNSOLICITED RANT”

Today My Father Dies

Disclaimer: if you haven’t read part one yet, click here

23rd, March, 2007

Time: 8am or thereabout

All of a sudden, I feel this emptiness in my heart, it’s like a part of it has been taken away. I suddenly feel tired. The assembly is taking way too much time than I had expected and the standing is wearing me down. I can’t wait to get back to class.  Our headmaster is speaking, he is talking about something to do with class eights being the engines of the school, but I am not really listening, my head is everywhere but here. Continue reading “Today My Father Dies”

A BOOK REVIEW: THE KITE RUNNER BY KHALED HOSSEINI

Now no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. –Khaled Hossieni Continue reading “A BOOK REVIEW: THE KITE RUNNER BY KHALED HOSSEINI”

I don’t always like calling myself a writer. This is because i don’t think I deserve to share that title with people like Jackson Biko aka bikozulu of bikozulu.co.ke, Wakimuyu of kisauti.com,  Magunga of magunga.com or even Mike Muthaka of mikemuthaka.com (this kid can write, I give him that, even though I always see a lot of Biko in his writing). These among others are the people who deserve the title “writer”. Me? I’m just someone who loves to play around with letters; rearranging them in a manner that could at least make sense.  Continue reading