Category: Lifestyle

This is one of those pieces that has no legs nor a backbone. If you have something better to do you might want to finish it first before

I’m at Oil Libya Westland’s having dinner or, like the la-di-da might call it, brunch. The afternoon is just clocking out and the evening is starting its shift.

When you start writing your mind is loud with song and poetry. You think, huh, I will hold the pen and hum to the tune of Shakespeare and

Caveat: This story does not go anywhere. It dips and when you think a high is around the corner, it dips further. If you’re looking for a robust

I was emotionally sick. The job was not coming. It was the same thing day in day out. “They’re not hiring,” my dad would come home with the

I don’t know why I told my mom I would string along a plus one to my small sister’s graduation shindig. I just heard myself say it.  Perhaps

And then I was flat broke, seated in a matatu going fifty miles an hour towards Kangema, where my dad was born, where my grandfather, the one I’m

I’m having an impromptu beer at a club in the city. I haven’t indulged in the pleasures of the bottle in a while. I am not big on