Author: Hinga Mwonjoria

I have so many stories to tell but I just don't know how. These are my thoughts today, I can't promise you they will be the same tomorrow.

My most memorable Christmas tale is one twisted between betrayal and heartbreak. It was in December 2003, shortly after completing primary school. We had just been freshly circumcised, and were still learning to walk properly without our legs being a wide distance apart and having to wade on the roads like limping ducks. Myth passed from generation to generation of young men has it that each freshly circumcised had to sleep with a girl in order to be considered a full man. In Kikuyu they call it hura mbiro (wiping the soot). Our generation was not spared, considering AIDS was…

Wiping Soot via @theMagunga
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