My mothers chicken and cows had already been put to sleep. We, her older cows, as she liked to call us whenever we failed exams, sat in a circle plucking the maize grains out of the cobs. In my mothers books, anything below position 1 in class equaled bad grades. Consequently, my siblings and I have been senior members of…

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Tea is good, alright. But espresso is superb. And intoxicatingly sweet. With vocabulary that reeks of the musky scent of ancient corridors in palaces, our guest blogger, Brian Rioba, is simply superb. The Shakespeare kind of superb. The way in which this guy can pump life into words in a jiffy, is one to reckon with. And, you will come to realise…

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He was just any other egg in the crate on a slow Monday morning. With average height, average looks, average everything, nothing about him stood out. Not the way he walked or even smiled. In fact, I thought his smile too gummy and his voice too dry. Sometimes I’d listen to him talking, stare at his endless round head and…

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Let me introduce myself properly. I am just an ordinary Kenyan who spends all her days trying to evade paying taxes. Kanjo and I have a fetish for hide and seek. The chasing, we do it all the time. I even dread the day I’ll have to start paying them up because that is the day all fun will stop.…

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My guardian angel is one sad fellow who walks around with his face contorted into an ugly scowl like a Kenyan whose salary has delayed for a day. He never says it but I know the kind of thoughts he harbors in his mind about me. He thinks I am pathetic. I see it written all over his face every…

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