VALUE

I went because I had nothing to do.I went because I thought him a genius.I went because I knew he was a gun.I knew he was a gun because I am also a gun.And as they (Whoever “they” is) say;a gun recognizes another gun.I saw a graphic on a phone.He had curated a beautiful logo…

ART

There is a subtle, peaceful feeling that art inspires. A feeling that words cannot do justice defining. A feeling more relaxed than drinking a cold diet coke under the burning desert sun. Sometimes, as I stare into large paintings, I can’t help but wonder, who between the artiste and I is confused? My eyes gaze…

ORANGE

I walk into the office.Its Monday.And like all Mondays,it came along with its blues.I was welcomed by inconsiderate remarks from an eejit who thought it wise to blast off this week for me with what appeared to be an insult.”You seem more black today” he cheerfully muttered without any salutations as though he had just…

OF THAT 2/3 GENDER RULE

There is this debate that’s been a hailstorm on media lately.That gender rule thing.Have you heard of it yet? I have countless times stumbled upon these conversations.Not that I am interested in them .But since it seems to be firing up an unnecessary tag of war between men and women,I thought it wise to also…

BEAUTY AND BULLETS

The headmaster made his way into class seven.Like all cheeky teenagers,they were indulging in all sorts of mischief and noise making.There was a sudden pin drop silence.He was Lucifer himself.Especially behind his favourite “nyaunyo”.He called out for Wanja and asked her to accompany him to the office.Or staff room.Whatever floats your boats. Her mum was…

KALULU

Kalulu was taking a leak in the factory’s urinal.He had taken tea just a few minutes before.Lumumba found him in the urinal.He was just finishing up.While Lumumba was about to fire up his urethra.Like most men in the urinal,he peeped at Kalulu’s manhood.He was astonished.Boy,wasn’t Kalulu blessed with such massive arsenal.He is the crazy chatty…

THE GUN

Oti ran faster than a bullet down that dusty road.It was firstlight.The sun was just about to make a debut for the day.On his right hand hanged a pistol.A cescar 19.Ahead of him was a corner.As he negotiated that turn,he quickly digressed and decided to jump over an iron sheet fence.He had jumped into an…

COSTLY MISTAKE

He had ordered the screen from UK. The DHL delivery guys had just handed it over to the receptionist a few moments before he brought it to us. He wanted us to replace it for him. But he was keen enough to accompany his instructions with a stern warning; “Guys” he said in his adorable…

FANTASTIC THURSDAY.

I took the bus next to Industrial area remand prison. The place where Obado had been holed up for a few weeks. ” He was talking to me about my underwear before my own children, can you believe that Gidi?” the woman who had called the radio station exclaimed. It is the bus’s radio. Not…

BORED

You know those vibandas in Industrial Area where Industrial laborers go to massage there hunger pangs? Yes,those ones.The types with obscure polythene roofing and without any walls.The types where bearded men and over-rolled women sit on simple wooden stools as they wolf down whatever staff is on their plastic plates.And with menus that traverse mainly…