Posts for Random Thoughts (His) Category
Guy in a white T

Guy in a white T

AFTER spending the final day of the year swallowing unchristian liquids and losing his girlfriend, the squat, chubby fellow with a rogue beard staggered into the church, a gigantic face of Tupac Shakur grinning lopsidedly from his oversize, white T-Shirt.

He stopped close to the doorway where he clung onto the last bench, wobbling like a water balloon in an earthquake.

A large patch on top of his head that was devoid of hair glittered the Christmas lights strung around the Church walls like an upturned disco bulb.

It was hard to tell what had struck him harder; the...

How a Brown Leather Briefcase Beat a Platoon of Cops

How a Brown Leather Briefcase Beat a Platoon of Cops

JUST the tail was visible. The rest of the dilapidated sky-blue and white Kenya Bus Service contraption was hid beyond the vibandas lining the road. A piece of clear polythene flapped wildly in the wind where the bus was missing a window pane. It looked like a panicky hawk attempting to fly off a snare.

A...

Why everyone loathes the African

Why everyone loathes the African

LOATHING! Resentment! Detestation! Hatred! Insert any other synonyms.

That’s what I found oozing out of comments to a story on BBC headlined ‘May woos Africa after Brexit…’ or something. Nicely written piece by ex-NTV boy Larry Madowo.

Was it the frustration of Brexit that was making the Briton’s to regard an entire continent (54 nations) with so much contempt?...

Let men drink when still boys…

Let men drink when still boys…

MANY, many years ago, roughly 12 months before I triumphed in that epic, first swimming contest, Jararindo and wife CiaMati were blessed with a baby boy. They named him Mwiti. Mwiti grew up in spirit, body and lack –because Jararindo and CiaMati’s was a family of limited resources. And nothing about Mwiti attempted to disguise...

Why testicles win worst shock-absorbers award

Why testicles win worst shock-absorbers award

LEAVE! That’s what I’ve been on. Yes, rejuvenating, resting…but I laugh! The snappy, clap-like laugh that oozes with sarcasm.

If indeed leave is rest, pray tell me, how come my bones and brains feel more worsted than the day, three weeks ago, when I hopped out through that office door?

Eti break to relax. My foot! It’s just...