Evening is rapidly becoming night. Awaiting the starlight, shadows of trees dance upon the box wood fence.Traversing the leafy suburbs of Nairobi, 38 year old Bob whistles his heart out. Political families in the hood dine and the gardens across are full of life and laughter. Hakuna Matata. 15 minutes of cycling and the environment …



A Million Miles Ahead of Us

Im lost in the hushed suburbs of a greenish surrounding across the hills. Strewn apart, my throat reeks alcohol. I had to experience this to write about it. If I was the type of writer that swanks in imagination to come up with a piece, you’d meet one here each hour. Yet I have to experience life to feel it. And after feeling it, you know that’s when my mind ignites the fire to my words. That’s when I cut my soul open for all of you. It’s around 15 minutes past 4 PM. A Monday. I’m almost 4 glasses into the bottle of whisky flowing unquestionably into the depths of my insides. My insides are trembling and looking back into the years of unwavering support I gave to this life in the bottle. I stare inside my glass and giggle, Boys don't giggle. Especially African ones. They don't cry either. Because that’s what society says, and what society says, should remain in the books and be strictly adhered to. Probably you’d think I am a sarcastic sucker, stuck in the fleeting complains of a drunkard. .....


A Stranger Down the Road

"You are not alone" - Michael Jackson Hello Stranger I feel sorry I didn’t write you this one yesterday. I know its you. I don't know you but you rush here daily whenever I post. It is not every time that my posts will relate. I know you have things you do, different from the …

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Blame my Art Monologues #1

Better Days are Yet to Come It’s a difficult time and I am not leaving my home. And when I leave to come and see you, I wear a mask. But are we really seeing each other with our smiles restlessly lying beneath a piece of cotton. It could be easier for all of you …

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Puff n Pass

"My high is not your high. Peer influence will kill our generation." All characters in my clique were creative,playful and seemingly normal. That was in my childhood days. 30 years now am alone, writing, acting and dying.  Memories with you are timeless and it's my hope you are doing just fine. Oh! Rest In peace …

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Trust the Process

The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won't. It's whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it; whether you choose to persevere." -- Barack Obama I have the final say. The long term game is everything to me. As you say, I …

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Eyes of the Setting Sun

Pomp and glamour! Quickly drifts into desperation and gloom. Cancer is that you again? My heart races. Blood pumps in guzzles all the way from my toes.  I get a call. My mom is sick!Regardless maturity, I can't help but feel like it was yesterday.  'Martin are you there?' It was  visiting day! Thank God …

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The Hashtag that is “Me too”

You never felt that way.  Never. It had never occurred to  you, you could even feel that way.  No way.   And every time it confuses whether your strength lied in holding on,  Or in letting go.   Today is the anniversary  of everything. A day that marks the beginning of the end.  The day you gave …

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You Left Us

**** You betrayed us The problem is that we confronted you.  In the melee you became a shadow. What changed you,   remains a mystery. One clothed in high culture black swahili saree's.  One hidden in the eventuality of becoming an educated man. One hell of an aftermath when you became,  what you became. Your …

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A Letter Before Sunrise

After my extermination.  This afternoon I heard you again ma! While you screamed your lungs out. I heard you guzzle the woman in you, denouncing every inch of your strong lungs ma!. Quit that dhako. Quit jeering and the songs ma! They will do me no justice , for justice is much a word as …

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I Refuse to Feel…

And yet there is life and love.   You have tasted both like pints of dew,  and you can't tell how they taste because its neither the gay of water,  or the sugar of cane. They are not even bitter. Your English teacher neither gave a name for what is not sour.   So you resort to …

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Kisuma: End of the Road

In the Shoes of Interracial Relationships - my persona is an African-American Woman Living in Malawi, who flies to Kenya for her Uncle's final respects.  I have told people before that I first fell in love in Kisumu. While this story has conjured a feeling of inertia. A kind of feeling that has overwhelmed me how …

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This thing Called Education

Dear Ministry of Education We Dont Get Married to Remain Virgins We are coming out of education uneducated.  When you first rolled out free primary education, affordable public secondary schools and subsidized government funded university programs, we didn't know that free was cheap. When I began schooling, I didn't know it would be a lie. …

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A Letter to My Bereaved

Dear Deprived

This wasn't my ideal way of leaving. 

I wanted to be in a glass vase; pink, purple and perhaps flavoured with chunks of silver. More  preferably, lathered with pearls of white all over. Quite expensive right?

I also wanted all these people in black to dress in white. At least their hypocrisy would melt down and reflect an ambiance of benignity. So many hypocrites at one function!

Oh my dear mother, be quiet please, it was beyond my control.

I really wanted to make you proud. Prolly my lifeline. I was protecting you from my demons mah.

The day I came late, did you catch a tinge of liquor smell in my breath? Did you?

But who’d have thought. I was your pride. Those straight A’s Mama and absolute good behavior.


Should Pandemics ?

Should pandemics remind us of our neglect to champion for what is right?  People place most value  on money, power, love, fear, hope and peace. They think these things drive the world. Yet all these variables are the workings of the world, nature and forth. These variables are the undergrowth of a rising universe, a …

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Young and Restless

Roughly, you  have eighty percent chances of becoming addicted to alcohol or substance abuse by age 25. Her face shines with unease . On her other side is another one of her age. A girl of average height, a teen most probably, and could be fifteen.Approaching them from a distance,  their faces beam with smiles …

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For the Stages Raw that Made Me….

Editorial Note: This piece was written on June 24th, 2015 by Nelson Mūgī and appeared on The Harvard Kenyan. We reached out to Mūgī, so that we could feature the piece here for its sincerely reflective on the state of education and class struggles in Kenya. Kenyan Rhetoric republished the piece here because we are …

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A wandering Star Moving On

The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.” ― Marcus Aurelius The question, at least for this one moment, feels like a stack of weight heavily lifted above my soul. But somewhere in the middle of my insecurities, I still can feel  the weight of everything hanging loosely above me.  And this weight …

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Nights I Wished I Would Never Wake

This post has been lying on my computer for months, so I wondered why not .... Those Nights I Wished I Would Never Wake Are Ironically the Nights that were too long to find sleep.  Nights I drifted into sorrow with the hope of saving myself.  Nights that I wished I would get her back. …

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My Friend the President

I didn't know the president, he was elected for his final term the year I was born. By the time he’d completed his last five years, I was already five learning to fight fat bullies at my school. I didn't drink Nyayo milk. So if he indeed loved children, Richard here wasn't a recipient of …

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End of a Decade : Timeless Jazz in Cheap Sauce

The face of an ending year is a horrible soul tape with spritzes of happiness.  As this year comes to an end I am forced to grapple with two questions.  Is it just the beginning of a new ?  Or the closing of a hued decade.  I feel like a new decade should slide in …

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Love isn’t a favour owed.

I'm unknowingly walking right towards what broke me once. With my head down and music blasting in my ears, listening to The Weeknd heartly sing about how much he's loosing his faith and religion of late , thinking about how he manages to make it all sound so angelic, beautiful and inviting, oblivious to the …

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#Value: A Simple Guide to YouTube Subscribers

Creators upload thousands of videos daily on Youtube. This explains what kind of competition you are up against if you decide to become a Youtube creator. Hence many people count themselves out.  They accept the perspective;  That youtube is not only for the already influential but also for the very-most popular amongst us.  But do …

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