From the movement of his long fingers, he is cramming. His notes, carefully drafted, sit on his lap like a kid having its diaper changed. His letters are carefully shaped, too carefully shaped for a civil engineer. For a man. Apart from his Chinua Achebe like fro, he is just about as interesting as my grandmother’s maize farm. Only with…

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All my life, I have dated men from church. Men who speak of the realms of the blessed. Men who sing, and sing good. Men who love to call upon the higher Man. You can not blame me. It is partly my mama’s doing. She, like any other African parent, instilled it in me that good men are only found…

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  8-4-4 squeezed me tight in one final embrace before letting me submit my last paper on Friday at exactly 1pm. Wading through 8-4-4 has been like chewing chloroquine tablets every morning for 16 years. By the end of it, even your waste stinks of it. You can hardly stand the taste of your own saliva. The little manners I…

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I sigh softly as my behinds make contact with the cold cement slab beneath me. You see, like any other Kenyan about to graduate, I’ve been trying to get a job. Currently, a job with Deloitte. That is why I am here in Chiromo for an uptitude test. We are so many of us here. You’d mistake us for fellows…

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  Shaken hands with pain one too many times; Admiration and her name appear not in one sentence. Abuse of the Queen’s language it’d be deemed Her paper heart, broken over and over again And poorly stitched, She no longer cares about being okay. Surviving, however torturous, seems way easier. Yet, Something about this son of Adam, Something she can’t…

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