Even us, we want to have our cake and eat it too.
Author: Magunga Williams
The last time I was in a fight must have been six years ago, and the only reason I did it is because this other dude decided he could fling my then girlfriend across the room. I mean, at that point, even Jesus would clench a fist. Since then, however, I have not been in a fight, which when I think about it, is quite remarkable for me because I have an impatient temper. It fires up fast and hot. About three weeks ago, I was this close to switching off the lights on some dude in Parklands, and here…
When darkness approaches, it seldom makes a sound. It just creeps silently towards you like a cloud of smoke. Suddenly, you can neither breathe nor see.
Babu dresses people for a living. The first time he told me that, I laughed, because who does not know how to dress surely?
There is no way your home could have given you malaria, not after 28 years. Kwani which mosquitoes have been biting you your whole life? What kind of upside-down science are they teaching in universities these days?
If I want a son, I have to pay for one.
Safaricom had come in as the network to connect people. What you do with it is really up to you, I guess.
This your government has shown us things. Many things. But not justice.
It is too early in this story to be telling lies, so allow me to accord this intro with the dignity of honesty; I lied. When I met Munyaka at some event in Riverside Drive and told him “Yeah, I would like to join your hiking troupe sometime”, I did not mean a single one of those words. It is like when you meet one of your school mates from primary school after twenty years and you say, “We should get the old gang together and have a drink one of these fine days”, you do not intend for them…
When I first met Phyllis, she belonged to my elder brother. I had seen Nimrod with others before, so I knew this one was never going to last either. And she didn’t. Her best days were behind her. She is old, you see, and always had a problem somewhere. Always making those near death noises, the ones that you hear and you know someone needs to be opened up. Again. And so Nimrod – naturally – would leave Phyllis at my place when he left the country for work. But because I wasn’t exactly attracted to her, I would also…
What is the truth, and at this point, who will it help?” Her mother – Pamela – sought after the truth of Tom Mboya’s death until the day she ran out of air. Would it be fair to expect Maureen and her siblings to also pursue the same?
I consider myself lucky though, you know? Imagine if things were different. This story would have been completely different, and most likely, more tragic.