Category: Manhood
Lifestyle
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
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Manhood
I talk with him sometimes. He’s called Kim, he’s a cook. I would not call them conversations. They are not solid. They are scattered, unformed niceties that any
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Lifestyle
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
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Lifestyle
Bear with me, Mon-cheri. I am trying to understand myself better. Who I’m I? Why are things the way they are? The other day I heard my dad
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Lifestyle
I remember her nails; they were the most distinct feature about her. You couldn’t have guessed they were acrylic because they sat on the tips of her fingers
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Lifestyle
Remember the first time we met? It was in that café along Banda Street, you were in a cream frock and I had a cold yet for some
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Manhood
I have been rejected three times this week by the fairer gender. The first one was in a petrol station. She was in newly done braids. Newly done
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Lifestyle
I have been waiting for her for a bit over two hours now. I had thought of cancelling this tryst. I had looked into the mirror and thought,
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