Nosim’s eyes radiated like beautiful dawn rays permeating through Nasipa’s first dew. She was Moilaa’s crush but gave no hoot about him but instead Nakotienke, the commander in chief of scary Nasipa forces had a deep crush on him. A crazy love triangle drama was about to ensue
I felt Soila touch my arm and my body waltzed in bliss. She was the love of my life but the way she aroused my laing’oni and ashamed me in front of respectable women left me more depressed than I should be happy.
Soila was the aurora of Nasipa, the unicorn of the savannah and every Nyangulo wanted her. I vowed against all odds that Ole Karuko’s son who I refer to as a Moilaa (dung-beetle) that he will not take her away from me, again!
I don’t love the sound of motorbikes nor that of generators. This is why I retract to my small cave of what people call loneliness and boredom. My name is Simintei, I am as I am not my father’s son. I am a bastard.
If you schooled in Rombo Boys Primary school then you are aware of muguru. A state of the art swimming pool that grew with both parents, ate only cereals for breakfast and went to group of schools.
You may have realized that so many Maasai ladies are not married. They seem have it all; they have the money, power and influence but most of them are single, in broken marriages, or divorced. Read Why.
Kenyans love controversy, propaganda and empty promises. They are turned on by meaningless things that politicians well know how to feed them. Well, to the first episode of, “The Royal Touch.”
Ever wondered who are the most educated politicians in Kenya and their counterparts as well; the least educated politicians in Kenya? Read on.
Peris Tobiko is a true enigma in Kajiado politics. Despite political dramas with Ole Lenku, her brother, Keriako Tobiko and husband Kishanto Ole Suuji, she stands a chance to decide who will be the next Kajiado governor.
Lamu’s seafront is beautiful but its rear features donkeys and stray cats rummaging heaps of garbage and footpaths laced with razor blades but with soft paddings of used sanitary pads.
It is not uncommon to see a Maasai man dressed in his traditional attire in major towns selling leather products. This is because their pastoralist life has been greatly affected by climate change brought about by the privatization of land and agriculture thanks to the death of group ranches.
There was a joke going round saying, ‘Kenyans don’t say I cannot afford, they simply say, utakuwa hapa kesho? Utafungua kidu six?’ (Will you be here tomorrow at around six?) Dear boy child, do not be ashamed to say, ‘I cannot afford.’
