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Maya and Phones

Last weekend I went to ocha –one of those shindigs Nairobi city-slicker relatives organize to get away from the city’s hullabaloo and pell-mell. They want to get away from car loans and mortgages, from rude bosses and crazy matatu drivers, from assignments and deadlines. They want to run away from the sad charade they have […]

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Dear Heart

I’ve never been a sucker for poetry. I’ve always thought it’s corny and ostentatious. It’s not hate; it’s more of indifference towards it. Look at the poets roll their eyes. I don’t mean it in a bad way. I’ve written poems too but I’ve deleted them as soon as I’ve typed the last letter. I […]

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About a boy

I don’t think this article needs an intro. So I’ll just get on with it. He is born in the mid-nineties in a hospital somewhere in Eastleigh, Marie Stopes Hospital. After 6hrs of labor, he breaks out –or rather, he’s cut out– a rosy hearty 3.7kg babe ready to take on the world. He’s also […]

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Your Grace

Days are a bewildering spectacle. They pass by you as you ‘continue to exist.’ They leave you untouched. Uninfluenced. They ignore you. Look through you like you’re mist in Limuru; especially when you’re on your long holiday with no job… or purpose whatsoever. You wake up in the morning because it’s morning and sleep at […]

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