In no way is this a Hekaya. I figure am too young to write Hekayas. Hekayas are written by fattened old men and women enjoying their pension from the Teachers Service Commission. These are the only people who will have time to write about a zebra’s stripes. The closest I can go to writing about a stripe, it would have an -er at the end and would be winding its […]
So, where were we? If you are just joining us, this is a continuation of the story we did a week ago, which you can find here Deathrow Love … 1. I would have started by telling you all about a beautiful book am reading by Mark Manson, but I know you are a bunch of impatient people, so that will be done on another day. A short recap though […]
Imagine, you are working in peace, like your fellow countrymen, only that you are working inside a state maximum-security prison. The day ends, and you put your stuff together and make for the gate. Your name is Mercy, Mercy Mueni. Mercy Mueni sounds like an innocent lady, and you are an innocent lady, going about with her duties. You are probably wondering what to cook for dinner, and you walk […]
A short disclaimer, about the title of this post, it is one of the most respectful and endearing ways for us in the village below the slopes to greet our old ladies. Not just our biological mothers, but any lady older than us, respectful enough to be our mothers. If you wish to steal one of the ladies from the slopes, practice that phrase. If you have broken the leg […]