In strict terms, our story begins at Kayole. In the depths of truth and nature. Have you ever asked what laws dictate nature? Nobody knows. My landlord recently repainted his house and renamed it from Hard Work House to Leafy Runda Villa. He said nature is change. Now I no longer live in the old brown apartments even though I still live there. If you get lost you just need to say Runda and they will bring you to the Runda painted green on the front side and red in the ribs and behind. Continue reading “Return To Sender”
Your wife is a serial sadist. Common chaps could have their version but this is the sad truth. The jovial woman who moves with long dresses and who laughs even at flies is a first-rate witch. A devil.
When she meets people she smiles and shows them her white teeth. She hugs strangers and gives a lot to charity. She talks about God so much and says good words to everyone. Except you. Continue reading “Matilda Okwimbikiti”
Any person who climbs and stands at the Haile Selassie footbridge near our Landhies-Ring Road roundabout must be both courageous and strong. Strong because otherwise an unknown friend will smoke you out. And when you reach out there you will discover that the only thing you have left on you is you. Of course people will watch the whole movie in awe. But stand guided that nobody will rescue you because the fate that has you standing there is the same one that says you become the boy-child of nature. Continue reading “Out There”
Keeping quiet is a powerful exercise to the mind. But the girls sitting next to me don’t know anything about this. Over the last hour they’ve howled, cried, shrieked, mooed and I don’t know what else is in store for the remaining distance. I’m traumatised already. Next time I’ll think hard before accepting to sit in a bus next to girls with small painted lips. Instead of planning how to take progress to the village, I’ve been reduced to a man in need of a psychiatrist’s number. Continue reading “Birthday Queen”