My parents always have an input in everything I do. It comes with the job. Ever since I was young they had a say in the food I ate (mashed pumpkins mixed with terere leaves – yuck). They picked the clothes I wore which happened to be similar to my brother’s. I think as dad was courting mum he might have whispered lovey-dovey things like how sweet their kids would be if they all wore the same outfits; colors to …
Month: March 2021
Is it me or does time hold a grudge? I think it’s come to collect its dues for all the years wasted postponing things — tomorrow is another day after all. Tebu! Listen, I’m awake by 5 in the am. Paying patronage to Africanism, 5 means 8 because catching worms is so birdy, so old school. I’m like a newborn baby, I sleep late. The difference is that I wake up waaaay late. Now don’t go snitching on me to …
He’s not on social media. No Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Whatsapp. Who the hell doesn’t have WhatsApp? If there was a comet about to hit Nairobi, it would probably find him knee-deep in whatever mysteries he does in that house of his. He’s probably a spy or into dark things like cults with red capes that make sacrifices on every full moon. Musee, I hope the rare times we meet, I’m not a prospectus sacrificial lamb. Doubt that can’t happen since …