Whenever an African child is asked whether they have issues with their lives, trust you me they would most possibly answer with a curt little ` I am fine`, or […]
She was dark skinned. Had a small nose. I can’t recall whether I saw a bead on it or not. It was ages back. She had a lithe body, slim hands and one of the most gorgeous pair of knockers I’ve seen. I bet you’re wondering how I observed this from the corner of my eye. I eat carrots.
The rangi might be gender sensitive too, or your hair is extremely stubborn and recalcitrant, or your mum`s prayers, deep in the village, are working!
Of tears and light, the dark and colour
When she sits down next to Pato, she does that thing that chicks do where she sort of wipes her ass with her palms before sitting. It has always amused you, when girls do that. It is weird. We dudes just sit. But girls have to wipe their asses first
Dear Kim Jong-un, Supreme Leader of the Glorious Democratic People’s Republic of Korea, Invincible Ninja Assassin and Grandmaster Flash of the Nuclear Holocaust, Well done on telling that power-crazed manchild […]
To be a criminal, you need a sorry background. My father works as a drunkard and my mother is the local brewery, but Mrs. Thuku caned me for writing that […]
In your kawaida barbershop, shaving is a rather simple and straightforward exercise. You have no facial hair. Your chin is smoother than aged whiskey. There is no need to run […]
I wasn’t ever going to study law in my life. But when you hear my mum, waking you up in the morning to go read because “PLO is not lazy” […]
“ So, what are you?” I knew I was bait when she asked this question. I look at her again. I am a little tipsy as of now, but still […]