“Tumuonie firirida…tumuonie firirida…firirida tumuonie firirida…firirida…” blasts the  matatu radio and you just can’t help but covertly move your hips to the tune while seated beside a beautiful grumpy lady probably in her late twenties, whom some hours earlier was having a heated breakup conversation with her then ex-lover, or so you chose to assume, via … Continue reading Uongo


Five o'clock in the morning. No conversations going boring. Just your head laid back on the left backseat headrest in a vehicle where in more than one occasion, the driver assigned is the only adult with the exception of one or two parent figures. The convoy snakes its way into the Eastern Bypass, and you … Continue reading RURACIO


“Hujambooo msikilizaaaji…na karibu kwa yaliyotendeeeka…leo tunaangazia…” proceeded the radio presenter, whose name still remains a mystery regardless of his rather interesting delivery being etched into my mind to date. It was always right after the seven o’clock evening news presented by the vocally therapeutic Jeridah Andayi, which preceded the Maumbile segment, one that left me … Continue reading OF SOUNDS, A COLUMN AND NOSTALGIA

I Wept

As the maruti snaked its way out of Naivasha town, manoeuvred by the skilful driver, I looked outside the window, taking in all that I saw as though for the last time; which was somewhat true because it would be the last time in a long time to come. Snack Spot, Antonio’s Pub, Naivasha District … Continue reading I Wept