It is 8:15pm as I write this. I had tea and a chapati for supper then took a motorbike to Nakumatt where I bought a 250ml strawberry yoghurt. I bet you don’t really need to know that, but I am prone to digress, for it takes a while for a story to develop. This will … More Make or break; safeguarding a relationship
It is a day unlike no other, the price of chocolate has tripled, red dresses are sold everywhere, sloppy music is playing and restaurants are busy preparing menus for ‘table for two,’ and the best part is ‘I am single!’ Well, it’s not my fault, it’s just that I am picky. I do not appeal … More My kind of love
I am a collector. I like my women like my toys. New and shiny. I don’t have time for cuddles, if she’s broken she’s forgotten I text her “goodnight” If she replies in under a minute, I send her an emoji of kisses. I am a collector. Fine women, fine memories. No attachments, no responsibilities. … More The Toy Collector
“It’s okay, I am really glad you agreed to come I know you must be tired having worked like a slave the whole week. I mean, don’t you get tired of being around tables and food and restaurants in general?” “Sometimes I do, but it’s my job and it pays the bills so I tend … More Lunch with the Lady.
I walked to the bus stop at 3pm last Friday. It was still sunny when I turned down three matatus simply because I did not see myself sitting on a sambaza or squeezing between people to get home after successfully ditching work for my ATM. So,there I was contemplating boarding Wizzy when this girl brushed … More The things a girl can do to you.
Ruth called Walter on Saturday morning at eight o’clock. He was just stepping out of his bathroom when the call came in, and he answered it after two rings. “Hello.” “Hi, Walter, is this a bad time? How are you doing?” “I’m good, and you?” “I’m you could say okay, sorry for calling so early … More Can I take your order, please?
Ruth had lunch at The Grill for the next three days. She had pilau on Monday, chicken stew and some chips on Tuesday and then she had a cup of coffee and mandazi on Wednesday. She was served by Maureen for those three days. When she walked into the restaurant on Thursday, it was Walter … More The Restaurant : You’re a Waiter