Holiday Chronicles #2

Don Benzo Just got home from the longest semester in campus. You know, after the lecturers decided that the almighty shilling was more important than nourishing the minds of the future generation and went on that long ass strike that saw us having two more months added to our already lengthy semester. Getting home for the holiday came as a relief. It also presented that … Continue reading Holiday Chronicles #2

Holiday chronicles #1

Don Benzo She pressed a blue button immediately below the steering wheel and the gate obsequiously rolled to the side and paved way for the Pajero to pass. She lived 45 minutes from Eldoret town. Calling it an estate will be apt but not quite. It is more like a village seasoned with modernity. The houses were far apart. When I say far I mean … Continue reading Holiday chronicles #1

Campus beauty pageants or Mr and Miss University fairs are a charade! 

Collins Osanya  Like student leaders who walk around campus in an air of exaggerated self-importance, unknowingly pretending to be politicians with loads of money, a string of clandes (mostly first years) and the ability to call a press conference, taunt the Vice Chancellor and foolishly proclaim comrade power as the only power that can defeat Kenya power, university beauty pageants are a waste of time, … Continue reading Campus beauty pageants or Mr and Miss University fairs are a charade! 

5 Types of Men The Campus Babe Detests

Lavenda Amunga   Campus babes are becoming more and more expensive and demanding each day. In fact, with the rise in prices on consumables, the jamaas in campus are almost on their knees, hoping against all hope that the campus babes won’t come up with an ultimatum that is out of this world! It’s hilarious how men nowadays struggle to get a lady to utter … Continue reading 5 Types of Men The Campus Babe Detests

Letter to my dearest daughter. My love. My life. My Sophie. 

Collins Osanya Daddy misses you. Sorry. I haven’t written to you for a lengthy while. I’m in a corner. A fix. I’m once again staggering along the edge of a whisky glass. I fear I might fall. I fear I might miss a step, trip and tumble down into the whisky. That sea of brown tingling and intoxicating brew. I fear. I fear that I’m … Continue reading Letter to my dearest daughter. My love. My life. My Sophie.