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Battle of the Giants: Subaru Forester SJ5 vs. Mazda CX-5 – Kenyan Edition! Here's the thing , we have the Subaru Forester SJ5 2017 model, a vehicle that’s practically a Swiss Army knife on wheels. In the other corner, the Mazda CX-5 2017—sleek, stylish, and always ready to give you side-eye like your secret admirer-crush. Let’s start with the Forester. This beast is like that one friend who insists on going on safari every weekend. With enough space for a whole family (or that Kadebe thing), it’s perfect for those kanga road trips to Diani. Plus, it has a fabulous symmetrical all-wheel drive system—because the last thing you need on a rainy day in Nairobi is a car that decides it's taking a detour to the nearest pothole. Now, the CX-5 is like the cool guy who eats mutura and chafuas meza ya kalocal. It’s stylish, it’s got curves in all the right places, and gives you the rich uncle/aunt vibes! With a plush interior and impressive tech features and premium music sytem, it might ...

By John Wachira  The guy you see is from Kathmandu, Nepal, home to Mt Everest. And the wonders in Kathmandu stretch from the topography to time. Time you say? Well, yesterday I accompanied him to the MOI to make an inquiry about his VISA. At the reception we met this Filipino lady who had the attitude of an M-PESA attendant. After a quick chat she asked him to produce his Birth Certificate and lo and behold, my man is from the future! Turns out he was born in March 2045! We were quite taken aback, but while he was busy explaining his unique case to the lady, whom I could tell wasn't about to believe anything he said, my imagination took the better of me. I started to envision dethroning the Mighty Prophet Owuor from the business by relocating to Nepal, where it is 2081 today btw, and be bringing you more credible news on the future, mostly the Armageddon.  In 2009, my uncle sold everything including his wife to the village chief bcs of a prophecy by the mighty prophet, and aft...

You don't feel it till you close the last app.  I don't know what it is for you, but you'll know what I mean. Lonely. You don't feel lonely till you close the last app on your phone. Then it hits you. You see, it only hurts when you stop. It's like running. Trying to find people. Trying to find a scene. Trying to find that thing you don't even know what to call. But you're always looking. Always looking for it. There's always a hallucination about a red mark on the notifications icon.  Finding new people around you. Refreshing news feed. Hold on a bit. Oops. Sorry. Nothing here. Like a mailman walking away leaving you at the door, holding it open for a miracle to walk in and understand how you feel. Maybe someone did. Maybe someone still does. But it's never enough is it? No one is all you need. People aren't islands. People are lifeboats, holding on for a while. Pulling down on little screens once again hoping to run into a bit of land. *** Are ...

By Ted Malanda The human resource hiring process favours people with good mouth and is nasty for introverts. Half the time, it confuses optics and finely brewed hot air for ability. Did you watch the interview that ended Biden's presidential campaign? Trump blew the old man out of the room. Biden could barely speak, or get a forceful sentence out of his mouth.  HR would have hired Trump on the spot. A CNN political commentator later said, "After watching that debate, I'm convinced Biden can govern, but he can't run for office." Biden is one of those cursed workers who struggle with job interviews. They stammer, sweat and look so miserable because they know the interview ended barely a minute when they walked into the room. And yet they are pretty solid workers.  It takes a very keen and discerning mind to see ability in that nervous, blubbering "idiot" sweating at the front of the table, taken in as they are with the hot air that walzed out of the boardr...

Review by Eugene Kabisa Binyavanga writes like the words fall on his laps from the sky. *One day I Will Write about this Place* starts off slow. The first few pages let you into a little life of a little family of playful kids and dutiful parents thriving in a post colonial Kenya. At the start, it's just another random family passing through the tunnel of changing times. But you fall in love with them with every page you flip. And that's where you start to realize that you have been set up for an imminent ride of giggles, growth, transformations and massive heartbreaks of watching them grow old. That's when you realise that everything that happens to them happens to you.  Binyavanga let's you in generously. He lays his childhood bare for you to see. He does an open heart surgery on his struggles and inadequacies and let's you in the operation room. He brings you to every place he has been and shows you even the darkest parts of a clouded adulthood. He brings you to ...

 Range Rover Sport SV 2024 by Mandla Lubanzi The all-wheel-drive Range Rover Sport SV is the most powerful Rover ever, crushing the previous 575-hp Range Rover Sport SVR in the process. Flying a fox hunt with its 626-hp twin-turbo V-8 is like flying fighter jets. The Range Rover Sport SV, which has a top speed of 180 mph, receives supercar treatment in the form of lightweight carbon fibre wheels and massive eight-piston Brembo callipers to grip its carbon ceramic brake rotors. Aside from its quad exhausts, the Range Rover SV is designed to represent Land Rover luxury. Its knob-free infotainment panel has gone completely digital, and its bolstered front bucket seats house components for its 29-speaker surround sound system. There's nothing earthly about this high-performance utility vehicle, even if it sits over an inch lower than previous Range Rover Sports. The Range Rover Sport SV is Land Rover's wholly new manifestation of performance-luxury transportation for 2024. Taking a...

When she first joked about it, I dismissed it as a fleeting urge; a curiosity that wouldn't kill the cat. Then she insisted. She implored and cajoled me, piercing me with her hazel eyes and coaxing me with her caustic voice.  Being in this dingy alley leading to a flight of stairs up to a small door that struggled to let out the deafening music and the stench of revellers shook the very foundations of my masculinity. She held my hand and dragged me up the stairs. My masculinity pulled the eject handle and deserted my body quicker than a fighter jet pilot in distress. As we climbed up, we bumped into tall dark figures in wigs and thongs, their guttural chants sharply contrasting their outfits. At the entrance, we paid the redeemable entrance fee and I thought 'there's no turning back now boy'. For 10 pm, the club was too fully packed. We got stools and sat at a corner near a subwoofer, using the vibrating contraption as a table. The ground beneath me was shaking and the ...