Of Whom Do I Remind You? Do you know me? Have we met before? Do you know my story? You look at me as though you do. You look at me eyes heavy with judgement . Lips smirked in disgust and an overtly haughty way.

Just enough to keep my hands full and for my family name to carry on. All genders represented because of what my life has taught me. The brothers to make men out of each other. And girls to ensure you never lose touch with the fairer things in life. To never become too callous a man. You can share this with a friend. NOT EVEN HALFWAY THERE YET. No matter your abilities, there will b.

These are the rumblings of a person with sleep deprivation, an overdose of coffee and a bad case of flu. A Coward With Big Balls.

Nerdistic Intents with Delusions of Grandeur. Image Courtesy of Kitui Djothefu.

The Mad Ramblings Of A Player To His Alter-Ego. Like last week for example when MGM asked this on C. T day, Leo kuna C. T? And at first nobody answers. So he asks again, Leo kuna C. T? Hapana kuna DOG, is the next response and the laughter rains down instantly. We Pablo naskia we ndio uko na series poa, he asks. I can already feel an obvious question coming.

Wanjiru Waithaka is a writer based in Nairobi, Kenya. Media and The Africa Promise. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Jomo Kenyatta Prize for Literature. Under the Rubble Lies My Love. From the author of the award winning. Comes a captivating new thriller.

What I see is what you get. To Pimp Some Wet Fry. So when a group that included yours truly was on a road trip to Kitengela, I was all for it. Kajiado is meat country- Rongai, Kitengela, Kiserian, think Texas minus the gun-loving Republicans. Our host for the day bought some veggies- spinach, cabbage, some potatoes and informed us ni za kupikisha nyama. This place is a real professional outfit. Damn, I see myself settling here.