sunset saga

He is your Dad, he is sixty and on the board of a few companies. He parks a guzzler outside your home. His phone rings often. When it’s work he shouts into it, other times he looks at it and says, “Who is this disturbing me in the morning?” Later when he’s at The Mirage for his meeting he will call the disturbance and a sweet voice will be on the other end complaining that he never picks her calls and maybe he will Mpesa her twenty thousand bob to shut her up. The sweet voice might be your age mate. Hell! She might be your classmate. She’s stunning. You hit on her but you know she’s out of your league; what with the jewelry, trendy clothes, and the Volkswagen Golf she drives but you still shoot your shot because what is a man without an ego? He has rented her an apartment in Adams, or Yaya. Somewhere people will readily pass for official business. Most are the times she misses morning classes and you sign the attendance on her behalf. Those very mornings that your dad claims he has an

Snoop Dogg and Shante been together nearly 40 yrs and married 27 yrs which is very rare as celebrities! Snoop whose real name is Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr., met Shante in the 1980s in high school and attended prom together in 1989. They got married in 1997.  Still going strong, they have three kids: Corde, 29, Cordell, 26, and Cori 24. When ask what makes his marriage work Snoop said, “We were both willing to sacrifice for each other. She knew what my dreams and goals was, and at the same time, I knew what hers were." "To have a family and to be who we are, it was hard, definitely, because so many different things pulling you away from marriage, and people divorcing every other day. But when you truly love somebody, there ain't nothing you can do to break that up and I feel like that was true love at first sight.''  In 2021, Snoop officially made Shante his manager. He spoke about how she has stuck with him through thick and thin with his career.  "Shante ha

Today I took an unplanned trip to Malaa, Machakos county. For those who don't know,I have always been a good planner.I keep time always.That's the reason I woke up today at 5:30 am to prepare for work.I do that all the time and it makes things easier for me and everyone in my house.I don't live alone. Having woken up that early, nobody would have expected me to show up at work tired and panting at 10am.I actually ran today. No, not those morning runs that I keep planning everytime I realize my weight is playing games on me.Today I actually ran a good one,I had no option. Are you still here? Well, it matters because you're the reason I'm writing this.The Super Metro bus I boarded was as organised as ever and this time, the driver was playing Lingala.The music was loud and fun I so much wanted to dance but couldn't stand so I kept nodding my head and singing along. I don't know who informed the driver that tomorrow is my birthday because afew minutes later,he

  Ever wonder why most staircases in medieval castles were built to be extremely narrow and spiraling in a clockwise direction? Since medieval castles were built mainly as fortifications, staircases were designed to make it extremely difficult for enemy combatants to fight their way up. Since most soldiers were right-handed, they would need to round each curve of the inner wall before attempting to strike, inevitably exposing themselves in the process. The clockwise spiral staircase also allowed the defenders to use the inner wall as a partial shield and easily allow them to swing their weapon without being hindered by the curvature of the outer wall. The stairs were also intentionally poorly lit and built to be uneven, making it even more difficult for the attackers to gain any sort of balance or momentum during their fight up to capture the castle. Now you know

I'm reading that I have the right to donate my organs should I kick the bucket. I would have loved to, because it would be nice to float around as an ancestral spirit while still physically keeping an eye on the goings-on around these parts. Problem, however, is that, like most Kenyans, I have (mis)used my organs in the reckless manner matatus are driven. I can, therefore, picture the doc rummaging through the bucket in which my used "spare parts" would be stored: Kidney? Crap.  Liver? Bullshit. Eyes? Was this idiot even seeing his nose? Knees? Haaa! Dr Kizito! Hebu kuja uone hizi! Heart? Bloody hell!!!  Lungs? Holy shit! Brain?  Basket case. Bile duct? Hmm...maybe. Bwana if you hear a rumour that they want to give you one of my organs, call the Flying Squad because hio watu wanataka kukumalisa! by Ted Malanda - son of Polis