I was a pussy growing up – to put it mildly. I was scrawny, tiny and the youngest in my class all through. Kids picked on me all the time and I couldn’t stand for myself. Mostly, I just broke down and wept – frequently. Tears came easy to me, they held me by the […]
Andrew stood next to the M-pesa shop, his hands in his pockets as he tried to save himself from the blistering cold of the night. It was 9 pm and he had been waiting at the matatu stage for the last hour and a half. Nancy hadn’t picked any of his calls and his phone […]
“EISH! YOU GUY! Are your buttocks made of plastic!?” Yes you read it right. No, not chic… that is a “you guy”. Are you done making weird faces? Good, let us continue. That statement may not sound funny, but when it is said in Kikuyu it is hilarious! It isn’t something you would hear randomly […]
Imagine you are me.
It’s Thursday again and here’s today’s weekly dose of The base. Usually, the base is written by one @Ngartia . Scrawny little fella, thinner than the i in iPhone of which he doesn’t own and a guy that can be easily identified by his trademark blue jumper. Today it’s not him that has the duties […]
One Art A Time Venue: PAWA254 Mageuzi space (directions) Time: 5:00 pm – 7:00 pm Charges: 200 Ksh One Art a Time is an attempt to showcase storytelling, Spoken word and Music, giving optimum attention to each. In a bid to have delightful performances, devoid of the usual crowding of stages. The artists performing will […]