In a world where we attach titles to everything, April happens to be the financial literacy month and no this isn’t my April fool’s prank. I happen to know this because on the 6th of this month, invited by a close friend, I attended a financial awareness event called Stories about Money organized by Prosper Path at Shree Sthanakvasi Jain Sangh (SSJS) auditorium in Loresho. I went because, in 2019, I made it a personal mission to become more aware …
Category: Life
Musee! Reke Gwere! Mwanaume ni effort! Growing up is a scam. Meanwhile, in heaven, they must be on some good weed laughing their faces off when they see what us earthlings have to endure. As a baby, if I got a sniff that I’d be coming to earth hot and heavy on my soon-to-be mum, I’d throw a tantrum. And not those crying ones where you’re outcast to the corner until your moods take a chill pill. No! It would …
There’s a different vibe in the air on Friday that seems blessed by the gods. As I stroll through the cabro road that leads to my crib, everything seems cleaner, everyone’s smiling. I must have won the lottery and didn’t receive the memo. It’s rare that all these people are simultaneously friendly towards me. Even the guard greeted me with honors of mheshimiwa whilst gracefully opening the gate. Moreover, I could sense he was about to pull up the red …
He drives a gray Toyota Vitz which he leases from the owner at 36000/= a week. He’s 32, maybe 35 years old rocking a slightly grayed goatee, and has worn a Manchester United jersey that seems fairly new. Here goes another avid Man-U fan that can’t hide the fact that Ronaldo is back home. We could talk for ages about football with a completely biased opinion against his idol, proven by the fact that Messi is still the goat, but …
Navigating friendships is in the same WhatsApp group as being an Arsenal fan; you feel like blowing your brains out often. There’s a level of friendship, especially for the long-term kind, where boundaries are swept out the door faster than rats being chased by the screams of the occupants. It’s not an easy road — being friends. You’re constantly second-guessing things like whether to tell your mate that you saw their girl being too friendly and spicy at a lavish …
You can see it all there, staring at you like a child craving attention. It’s always the same, always has been. A restless pit of darkness. Of the unknown yet clear, beckoning amidst the fog. You see the suits, clean and sharp, tailored from wise hands dedicated to their craft. Silver watches on left wrists telling of monies and where to place them. Dimly light hallways filled with invite-only guests ready to purge their wealth in the name of philanthropy. …