Akothee haters choking with sanctimonious mores, we see you

Of all the things that make us, Kenyans, peculiar, our unrivalled pharisaism—the proclivity to wax lyrical, often showily, with external forms of piety without attempting (not even in the very least) to practice that which we preach—is the most pronounced. It is just stomach-churning! Last weekend, my friends—Odhiambo Kaumah and Berrick Jairo—and I almost exchanged…

Who will save young writers from rogue Publishers?

This piece should have better been penned by my friend and budding poet Oyoo Mboya. But, out of camaraderie and having felt the pain he felt on the hands on a rogue publisher, I choose to solicit help (from wherever it can be found) and provoke a debate, on his behalf and on behalf of…

Take what life gives, with thanks

Life is nothing but a phenomenal labyrinth of ironies. Take what it gives you with gratitude. Because no matter how hard it’s to you, to someone somewhere, it’s harder. The cold season is here again. The weather in Nairobi is getting damn cold by the day, like it is wont to every time like this…

Which is primal, condoms or sanitary pads?

Sometime in the course of the week, I eavesdropped on a gossipy conversation between two ladies. For obvious reasons, I will not mention their names. There should be more sober things to life than putting people’s names on paper especially when you are accusing them of having a penchant for chit-chat. Their girly repartee centered…

Salgaa carnages might border on Mysticism

In a society that’s becoming increasingly modern with infinitely wide sources of knowledge made possible through technology, it is not unlikely that the Intelligentsia will not condone the idea that accidents at Salgaa could have a connection with the Mystics. That’s not because they think such beliefs are outright stupid or ridiculous but rather because…