sunset saga

By Brian Mbanacho I am yet to date a doctor but I have a few nurses, and each time I have asked if a patient has ever died in their care and whether it affected them. There is no wrong or right answer, I wanted to add, all the while knowing there’s definitely a wrong answer.  “It’s just part of life,” is definitely a wrong answer. So is, “We all die anyway!” I don’t know about you but I don’t feel safe being with someone that’s been hardened by other people’s suffering. Someone who will watch someone die and then cross the road to go eat smokie pasua while asking her friend Njoki where they will be sababishaing later that night. That kind of indifference to death has to be detrimental to any romantic relationship.  But you know what’s worse? Dating or marrying a pathologist. Like that government pathologist, Oduor, who will be the first person to be called after yet another body is fished out of River Yala. I genuinely don’t think anything fazes that man. He has seen the worst. From ba

Who suffers the most when shit hits the fan marriages ?. In most cases I believe it's the children. Followed by the mother. Rarely does the father, and it's saddest if the family entirely depended on the father. It's even gravely when the father is inhumane and don't care about the children. He moves on like a wild animal. You probably know Quincy Timberlake, I came across this piece and just forgot whoever posted it. All credit to you Author ... *** The story of a steamy love relationship and subsequent marriage between former TV beauty queen Esther Arunga and one Quincy Timberlake hit the media headlines in one of the biggest ways in 2009. You all recall it. You also probably know that Timberlake had been married to a lady called Rose Mweni Gideon since 1990s, thereabout. They lived together in Komarock, Nairobi and begot three sons, Trivor, Quicy and Cassidy. Rose was a housewife, born and brought up in Athi River, Machakos County. Then around 2009, Esther Arunga hap

  #011 Since the wake of 2023 ChatGPT has been the talk of the town. ChatGPT just like google has been a friend indeed only that its more creative and flexible. One of the obvious reasons I don’t get tired of asking it questions is that the friend indeed never gets tired and tell me; I believe you’re a learned fella, right? Why do you find it difficult grasping simple basic concepts? This question you keep asking me why pregnant women eat raw tomatoes, I have explained in three different ways, but you keep coming back. Is it that you’re just a blockhead? The other day I asked why Jace always sleeps with his arms and legs in the air and never gets tired. ChatGPT took time like it was taking a moment to lower its spectacles, rub its eyes only to tell me to pardon the question. Aisuru! Anyways I’m glad for these small small innovations that helps satiate my curiosity!

Ted Malanda makes me laugh during the hardest times. The son of polis knows how to bring out the humour in everything... This is a piece by Ted  *** When you are a child, you are always finding amusing things to laugh at. Bird craps on teacher's forehead, you laugh. Mum falls, you laugh. You see a goat taking a piss, you laugh your guts out. At least once every week, something makes you laugh so hard your tummy aches. But as you age, you increasingly find fewer and fewer things to laugh at. A whole week can go by without you laughing. You barely remember the last time you had a roaring laugh. By the time you are 80, you have seen so much BS that the only thing that makes you laugh is the rare occasion when a certified idiot makes sense.