Posts Tagged Nairobi
MUTHAIGA OR KIBRA, IT IS A TOUGH CHOICE: The Bradford from Sweden Series (II)

MUTHAIGA OR KIBRA, IT IS A TOUGH CHOICE: The Bradford from Sweden Series (II)

DEAR Bradford,

Yes, I did receive your email…and yes, I was to reply to it, eventually, like I’m doing now. I really don’t get what the fuss is about because you personally wrote, “kindly reply within a week.” It is exactly a week since you sent it, so I’m still on time.

And since your mail was...

Horror at the funeral of Elder Makathimo’s bully son

Horror at the funeral of Elder Makathimo’s bully son

It is hard to believe that Mugechi is dead. Killed by a chicken bone that lodged on his oesophagus tighter than the villagers at the wedding could dislodge. The mighty Mugechi, the terror of our childhood, dispatched by a dead bird. It was an irony beyond belief.

Mugechi is Elder Makathimo’s last born son. Elder Makathimo’s...

Bhangi sio terere PART II: Shaking open Central Police gates for Carol

Bhangi sio terere PART II: Shaking open Central Police gates for Carol

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Yes my friend. Where were we…yeah, why I am in jail.

Bhang! It’s the simple answer. Weed and me don’t get along very well. Makes me do crazy stuff, is what the illegal smoke does.
The last time I smoked weed before last Friday, I crashed into a wedding reception shirtless, convinced the bride...

Maish, Mama Nyokabi, hungry cops and my brown croc briefcase

Maish, Mama Nyokabi, hungry cops and my brown croc briefcase

Just the smoky tail of the noisy Kenya Bus is visible beyond the junction. The front half is hidden by the vibandas lining the road. It’s missing the last window pane too. I am fixated by the flapping piece of the polythene covering the hole. Looks like a panicky bird attempting to fly away off...

Bangi sio terere: A judge, an ogre …and boy do they hate Sufferer

Bangi sio terere: A judge, an ogre …and boy do they hate Sufferer

You must be struggling to read this my friend. Terrible handwriting, I know. But it’s the best I can do under the circumstances. If reading becomes impossible, just smell it. Yep!

Now you have an idea what I’m living through. I’m scribbling it on my knee from the smelly inside of Industrial Area Police cells.

This yellow...

Of my girls, a man called Muchiri & why I’ll knock a random fellow’s tooth off

Of my girls, a man called Muchiri & why I’ll knock a random fellow’s tooth off

It is evening of a Thursday before a long weekend. There is no work till Tuesday for most Kenyans and Nairobi is happy. So happy that I bumped into a girl while crossing the road on the way here. She smiled softly and apologised.

Any other day, she will drill a hole in your toe...