Its Not About Ngugi
This is not about Harrison Ngugi Kariuki, am talking about that guy at Odeon, side ya choo ya kanju, am sure no one knew his name till now. I just…
Passenger Mgondi
I know this is not something I’m planning on doing for the rest of my life, hell how did I even find myself here? Okay, I now believe her, of…
The Culture
Sunday. For a normal citizen, you may not understand this: the reason why conductors find it hard to sit and enjoy the ride is that there is nothing weirder than…
The Playlist
Remember when akina P-unit, Kleptomaniacs, not forgetting wale wasee wa kutoka Githurai ruled our airwaves? Those were good times, but hey time makes celebrities. Imagine if E-sir was still with…
Lamb Of God
“Behold the Lamb of God, behold him who takes away the sins of the world. Blessed are those called to the supper of the Lamb?” The priest’s voice is calm…
Texting Etiquette
Cring cring. Cring cring. I feel my phone vibrate in my left pocket. I feel the urge to fish it out and check but there no time to blink. I…
Huyu, you can clearly tell si wa huku. We all come here for their chapos. Me and the boys have some type of system for where to eat depending on…
Throwback Thirsty
Each day has its mood, depending on how well you know your route and clientele there is a genre of music relaxing everyone depending on the time of day and…
Organized Chaos
“Huyu mtu wa Tuktuk ako wapi sasa?” Ras asks to no one in particular while pacing around, normal stage attendant behavior, dressed in a grey iron man t-shirt, blue jeans and because of the abnormal heat, he has his blue with red stripes dust coat hung loosely around his shoulders holding a dark cane like a Moran in Maasai mara only that instead of cows he is herding 33-seater matatus in line. There is something about this January, started on Monday and now we got July weather.