It started with a toothbrush. It’s always the toothbrush that announces the arrival of another. Hers was red, mine was blue. And when back then they stood facing each other in the tiny cylindrical basket, they looked like enemies sizing each other.
If you have an hour to spare today, take a stroll in Nairobi’s Central Business District and claim a spot on one of our “Do not sit here” benches. Take your time to stare and watch as the masons of this nation go about their construction. You will certainly notice that they have recently acquired […]
In 2009 Ngatia and Tonny, who make half of the Story Zetu team; along with Michael Muraya, (who was Ngatia’s submissive “mono”) and myself were asked by Mr. Mawira, (a teacher of French and a closeted writer) to write a few poems for publication. Publication meaning he would type them out, print them, then publish […]
They rush… The metallic snake is full to the bowel. It chugs and puffs and puffs and chugs Dark smoke escapes its nostrils like a black arm The irregular rhythm of the interlocking rusty wheels It slowly straddles the African plain.
When I was in class 7, I wrote my first rap song. I forgot the lyrics to the whole song, but the first line was “Tunapenda kuruka spika ikiraruka, na ngoma ikishuka tunaimba Kapuka…” it doesn’t make sense now, but when I sang it in front of my class one Tuesday morning when we usually […]
I am seated at the lobby waiting to travel to Mombasa, I have been Whatsapping Angel for a few minutes now. I have saved her as Angel PS on my phone. In high school we had this guy we called Kevo PS. It was said Kevo loved watching more porn than was what allocated to […]