38 (and a half).

Yup, my lack of mojo was so great I let my birthday pass with no fanfare.  I also let the four year anniversary of the blog slide on by, but given that I wasn’t blogging that seemed only right, no?  We shall all nod sagely and get back to the birthday storo.  I didn’t do […]

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Knocking on Heaven’s Door.

I don’t handle grief well. I’m not sure anyone does, but I am particularly bad at it. I alternate between wallowing in sadness for a few minutes, then I forget all about it for days, blocking it out completely. It’s not conscious, I think, I suspect it’s how I process loss, putting it off until […]

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Day 1: Mea Culpa.

It’s a brand new day… Last year was a strange year. Two parts tragic, one part horrific, three parts infuriating and six parts just plain ol’ insane. It got to the point I stopped reading the papers, stopped watching the news, turned off the radio and sunk into a brainless abyss of…and I say this […]

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37, or something like it.

37. Three tens and seven. Three shy of two score. Three dozen, plus one. Thelathini na saba. There is no way to make 37 sound good, is there?  It feels like a transition number, the number between 36 (product of 3 and therefore all kinds of meaning attached) and 40 (the point at which I […]

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Fellow Kenyans…

Sometimes I’m right and I can be wrong My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then Makes no difference what group I’m in I am everyday people Oh sha sha… I am everyday people Oh sha sha… Our president got jokes. No really, jokes. As always, he began […]

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Life lessons from Githurai.

You know how your mother always told you not to go to strange men’s houses?  She was right.  Do not go to a strange man’s house for lunch.  Ever.  Said man may have a room full of women’s clothing, and accessories, clothing he makes his women wear on a night out, because he likes his […]

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Nobody wins a war.

What the hell is going on in Eastleigh? And Kasarani? And why is no one in authority talking about it, other than giving us meaningless quotes about security operations? Are there people, possibly Kenyans, being held in ‘detention centres’? How is ‘detention centre’ a phrase I use in this our Nairobi, in 2014? Are we […]

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Dear Mr President

Dear Mr. President Come take a walk with me Let’s pretend we’re just two people and You’re not better than me I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly… The end is nigh, no? Yes, as it turns out, the end may in fact be nigh, unless someone gets off his […]

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F.F.D.B.

A new year.  Another year.  As we get older it starts to feel like the years are rolling into one long month, with some hot days and some cold days, some wet days and some dry days, and all the while everything keeps rolling on, uninterrupted.  It feels like it was only a few weeks […]

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