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A skillful-massage grasp by my left shoulder startled me...it had to be a lady’s hand because the fingers felt rather soft as they dug leisurely into my flesh. I was electrified. I briefly prepared my deep bass...
"Si uletee Makori chapati"...my friend David let out a sharp anguished yelp. This is after he realized that his wife had deliberately served everyone chapati; except me. Clearly, she intended to torment me to death.

8:30PM

I was walking sluggishly along Argwings Kodhek road. I was lost in deep thoughts. I had two packets of Molo Milk on my left hand and a fairly new Samsung Note 10 plus phone, on the other...
She turned her outstretched neck severally to look at the huge antique mirror that had projected her patootie or bottom if you like. The squeezing black skirt she had put on exaggerated their size for purposes I...
"Hallelujah"! His voice thundered and brought me back to reality. I had been lost in thoughts imagining the kind of lifestyle Apostle Njoroge led! This Apostle didn't have a regular job like any hardworking Kenyan citizen-who is...
I entered the house just when she was saying, "Lord, why can't he see!" I obviously startled her out of the emotional prayers she was making. Clearly she had shed so many tears; for her eyes were...
It was a flat backhanded slap. I had to move a short distance behind even as my eyes adjusted to the normal vision. It is one thing for a man to be slapped by another man, but...
For some strange reason, her watery bloodshot eyes remained unblinkingly interlocked on me. She totally refused to look away. It is as if she wanted to penetrate in and discover why I had old gastric ulcers. As...

Leave me alone

She flung the door open and immediately shouted... kwani unakaa kwangu bila kulipa rent?!" Loosely translated would be, "idiota! What kind of man are you! Pay up fool! She oozed explosive anger. I almost...

Hello Wesley

I was absentmindedly passing through Kenya National Archives or, just Archives as it is famously known in Nairobi when a heavy hoarse voice startled me back to reality, "Praaaaaaaaaise the rord"! I'm sure that the speaker had intended to say, "lord"...but,...
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