I am a Kikuyu. My name is Ngatia. I speak the language fluently and can read and write in it. In fact, it was the first tongue I learnt. My mother tongue. I can name all 9 (+1) clans. Though I’m worse than frozen steak where business is concerned, I still am a legit, original […]
• How can you describe yourself in a summarized manner? With a soul forged by the tender kiss between the White and Blue Niles, I am a child of the Great Nile, who inhales Afrika, & exhales humanity through story telling.
Boniface Mwangi, Kenyan activist and photo-journalist, put up a post on Facebook suggesting that Uhuru Kenyatta is dealing with alcoholism, blaming it (not very subtly) for some of the messes the government has – under his presidency – pulled Kenya into and urging him to seek help. Somewhere in the post, Boni also mentioned that […]
It was an early May evening and Murerwa was mad for two reasons; one – it had started raining. Two – someone was stealing his chicken. The second reason was why he was angry at the rain. He had planned to stay up all night and see if the clown would climb over his rusted […]
It never started with the hockey-stick blows. Those would take a while to appear. Here is how the scenario normally went: Someone would spy on the couple, spread the word, and then a small crowd would form and force them out of the sanitary block they were taking refuge in. Or out of their respective […]
It will happen unexpectedly, like a pop up window. You’ll be walking down a footbridge, escorting this girl you fancy to her hostel from a film gig. Later on, as you write about the whole thing, you’ll try to remember what lead to it, what you were discussing the moment before and you will end […]