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Girl in the library…and other things

Girl in the library…and other things

A library! It’s the last place you’d expect a rendezvous of such consequences. In fact, it’s not even the huge, more sophisticated one, standing several floors in proud indifference, perhaps because it’s named after a president. It didn’t have the army of privately uniformed arrogance manning it’s lengths with the backing of bleep-bleeping anti-theft technology. Nope!

It had to be a departmental midget tucked inside a labyrinth of administrative offices. Its entire staff was composed of a bloke called Isaac. He was a nice fellow who liked his smoke but loved his drink more. He...

Just for Laughs: Will never lose…

Just for Laughs: Will never lose…

Three gentlemen are golfing one sunny day.

They come to a difficult par with a water trap just after the tee.

The first golfer proceeds to hit his ball right into the water.

To retrieve it, he simply approaches the body of water and extends his golf club.

The water parts, he takes his next shot and it lands...

New Love…

New Love…

I WONDER how the weather was in July 1948. Was it as cold as it is today? It’s hard to tell, but history does tell us that in this month, in a grass-thatched hut and with only two staff, Nairobi welcomed an epic fixture –CMC Motors.

With time, the hut matured into a glass-walled showroom in...

SETTING THE RECORD STRAIGHT: Letter from senior civil servant

SETTING THE RECORD STRAIGHT: Letter from senior civil servant

Dear Ordinary Mwananchi,

I am writing this to you because you are all I have left. Everyone else has abandoned me. In fact, I just realised it has been so many years since we had a personal conversation. I have so much to tell you my friend.

But to be honest, I never, in my wildest imagination, thought...

She said, ‘let me out the car’. He did…

She said, ‘let me out the car’. He did…

THE other day, I was crawling in traffic on Waiyaki Way, Chiromo area, deep in thought. I was thinking about nothing in particular so I turned my attention to Kempisky across the road.

I inspected the pink silhouette in bored fascination. It looked pretty, pinker, a delicate girl bathing in the six o’clock sunlight. I tried...

Why do men cheat?

Why do men cheat?

“THE-SAME-REASON-WOMEN-CHEAT,” Wahu quipped, gliding her head right to left with each word, in the characteristic wobble unique to girls –and Indians. Wahu is one of two women in our close-knit clan of six buddies. She is a sales executive at a car firm and an unapologetic feminist.

The terse retort was prompted by Sylvia, the other...