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As it turns out being lucky to be alive is not good enough. The other day I was digging a hole in a place near you, but the kanjo guys caught up with me and asked for licenses and...
I first started servicing old mamas in Kilimani and Lavington area. My name had spread among the desperate rich women whose desire for promiscuous sex had overpowered their willingness to stay faithful in their marriages. All these...
It is shocking, rude and inconsiderate for two lover-birds to forcefully include you in a whatspp group for a "mchango"to finance their wedding! These species will choose the worst month when you are broke...
You know one of those expensive mistakes, the ones that flip your life upside down? the ones that get you to Kawangware, straight outta Lavington ? the ones that make you enjoy divorce? the blunders that chorus the voices in...
Enthusiasts will tell you that going to Gikomba market is equalled to dining with the devil. It is dangerous. Threatening. Thus, you need a well-executed plan and several weeks of preparation before venture out into this...
We are the millennia’s; we lean near wisdom because we studied linear equations. We found the value of X and now we ask Y because we are too lazy to ask WHY. Some of us are poor, most of...

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...
The life of a Kenyan especially a youth or a low class person, if measured on scales of misery, can outweigh 6 tonnes of cement. You have heard it rumoured that if one can survive in Kenya, then, he...
It saddened me to know that my own busy freelance pastor had been secretly betting and that he won Sportpesa’s 10 million jackpot a month ago. I was furious to realize that a week later after hitting...
I picked up some soil from the spade that had been extended to me and threw it into the six-foot grave and said in a muffled whisper, "goodbye". Then, a certain bitter and sad feeling choked me....
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