Stories From Afrika

Deathrow Love …. 1

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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 […]

Stories From Afrika

Wakia Maitu

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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 […]

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For the men …

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Am African, and being African is part of me. I would hope that my readers don’t read this post on a chauvinistic point of view because I believe we are good people who were brought up well. When I was young, I really looked up to the men in my life. My old man, my uncles, my neighbours, the men who drove the tea lorries, the men in church… My […]

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Lets read a book…

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I couldn’t brag as among the best readers in town, but damn, a good book can get me locked up in the house big time. I’m among the minority who ask, ‘do they have a book for that?’ whenever a good movie comes out. Yes, I believe a book helps you get into the plot in a 3D version of 3D itself. Good writers who know their way around words […]