Category: Manhood

She calls to protest that you never call her unless you’re doing it to tell her to come over to your house. It takes you aback because it’s

I’m reading this book by Jenny Han titled, “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” because I’m a guy and like most guys I have this pulsing need

I saw my old man cry once. It was my grandpa’s funeral. I was part of the six pallbearers. Three on each side of the coffin. I remember

Bachelorhood is as treacherous as it is exciting. Sometimes I stagger into my bachelor pad late in the evening, whistling, a paper bag of supper in hand and

It starts with a date. You see her approaching, she’s in a pink, racy minidress that exposes most of her smooth, young skin and accentuates her best assets.

Life sometimes astonishes you, chaps are usually the ones calling girls in the wee hours of the night looking to get inside their knickers. It feels adhoc when

If there’s something I love about having breath its being aware. Watching kids playing and realizing that the boy who says “baba yangu ni mnoma kuliko baba yako”

Nothing good ever comes out of something with a name in the lines of Hawaiian screwdriver. Drama and kerfuffle is always lurking behind such names as do Caro