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This is not why I sleep in women’s houses, but it’s also not not why I don’t. See if heaven had another heaven inside it, the inner sanctum, holy of holies, that would be a woman’s bed. First, they ensure their beds are soft because of all the wickedness they [the women, not the bed] carry. And it’s a King-size bed, because every little girl still dreams of being a queen. The mattress is not the one that can break your back—that’s your boss, and no, not in that way. That mattress is like knowing someone in government—or someone who is known in government. And look, men are told many things when they sleep in a woman’s house: “Oh, the owner, the one who pays rent will catch you.” Mara, “A real man will never sleep in a house he doesn’t pay rent”. Anga, “Oh, what will you even wear in her house?” First, I have fallen asleep in Indimanje matatus when they were overlapping at Outer Ring Road while playing high-decibel Jamaican ragga and you think nodding off at a memory foam mattress with ...

Like a weed in the dark

One thing I've constantly wished for and prayed for so much since I began my parenthood journey is the gift of life to be able to raise my human being . Never in my darkest thoughts have I ever imagined leaving my son behind prematurely. He's been my reason to wake up every single day and work off my @$$ so bad. Having a child is like plucking off a piece of you, a whole half of you and throwing it to the world. You must always keep a steady and sobber eye on it lest it get swallowed by this unforgiving world. May we parents have abundant life. May we never leave our angels prematurely and so may our angels never depart before us.  **** They wanted three names when I was registering for my KCPE. I had two; Lucy Wangeci. I said, “Use ‘Jesus’ as the third name - Lucy Wangeci Jesus.” They said, We can’t! I asked, “Why not?” They said, Because it’s Jesus! I said, “But he’s like our father.” Eventually, I picked another name; Irene.  I grew up in an orphanage where I was given tho...

Then marriage begins

You can always smell a newlywed couple even in supermarkets. Not by their honeymoon glow, not even by their gleaming wedding bands which they brandish like a trophy but by the compromises they make to impress, to show the other that this is more for better than for worse. The gent in front of me for example, just bought an entire sack of sunlight detergent, and he did it all with a smile, even though he can’t tell you what it is for. He removed his card and punched it in probably without calculating the amount of beer and nyama choma he could have bought at Kikopey with that cash. And just when he was putting it back, his brand new wife came hobbling with two packets of chicken. She was short and shapely, with yellow braids and even yellower skin. The type you don’t say no to unless you’re blindfolded. She came to the counter panting. Like she had won a marathon or was back from saving the world from inflation. “We forgot these, weh!” she sighed while putting the chicken on the counter...

MorNing CAT & caTs

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 ...

Dogg and Shante

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...

Evening star in the morning

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 ...

Medieval Castles

  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