I found something remotely sardonic about Tony; the way he spoke about his father’s demise like it was one of those things There was no smoke in his voice, he did not choke on...

The stories about fathers and sons that capture our imaginations, warm our hearts and appeal to our softer sides are those about absent fathers and the sons coming good, devoid of...

ou can tell a lot about a man by borrowing his car Driving his stick Revving his transmission Ahem His Package You don’t even need to open the door, to get the first taster Is...

ecause you are in form one, you have no clue about saving You are a spendthrift with your pocket money, and you use your bidhaa carelessly Bidhaa is what you call goodies in your...

I attended a session last week, in which the theme was ‘inter-cultural romance’ Holding this conversation were a people from multifarious cultural backgrounds, but a big...

CAVEAT: You need to do two things before you continue reading this post; 1 Ian Sketch Arunga's blog This was a guest post in his blog, [Dear Doris] 2 How to play pool...

His name is Mukundi When he first introduced himself to me, I struggled to get my head out of the gutter Partly because I am a guy- and thinking of an anus when a fellow dude...

I am all alone at home, staring into the darkness that has blanketed what used to be a lively place My mother is away, again My brothers are lakes and rivers away from home, and...

As soft winds sweep away the days, I look back on life through a haze Remember playgrounds, parks and friends in childlike gaze that never ends Flashback, seven years ago, that...