Were I a girl, there are men I’d never give two shits about!

Collins Osanya No girl studying a degree course, not even under the influence of witchcraft or ovulation should flirt with, kiss, text back (unless it’s strictly classwork) or hung around a male campus MC, DJ, dancer, musician/music producer, photographer or model for more than two minutes unless she wants to be eaten kimandazi, cheated on, have her heart broken or her womb filled with a … Continue reading Were I a girl, there are men I’d never give two shits about!

‘Yaliyo ndwele sipite!’

Lavenda Amunga Based on true story of Bill Owiti …but again, the new sage on the block, Wavinya Ndeti, was actually right when she meticulously came up with the adage that goes, ” Yaliyo ndwele sipite.” Come to think of it, there is a meaning. Ladies are a people I would never want to be associated with, ever again. Sadly, thanks to them, i lay … Continue reading ‘Yaliyo ndwele sipite!’

​A high school girl is like smoked beef. When you delay, some funny guy eats her

Collins Osanya One Sunday in October, after a week of swallowing antibiotics, the dose ended. I rushed to the wines duka and ordered Kimani to sell me the most toxic bottle of affordable whisky. Minutes later, tipsy like a nosy fish, I sauntered home tunefully whistling wanyaboro wanyaboro, behaving like my bank was otuch. I even bought sweet ya fimbo for my caretaker’s grandchild and … Continue reading ​A high school girl is like smoked beef. When you delay, some funny guy eats her

Talk with the man who stole her

​Collins Osanya The semester was polite. Like those quiet girls who seat at the front of the class during CATs. The year has been tough. I’ve been broke. I’ve almost cried. I’ve been heartbroken. I’ve met a cute girl who writes as well as she spews insults. I’ve lost a cousin to HIV/ AIDS. I’ve failed to fall in love, I’ve staggered along the edge … Continue reading Talk with the man who stole her

Thinking before leaping

Amunga Lavenda Tears racing down her cheeks, she continues recounting her ordeal, with so much pain and anguish written all over her face. Judging by the way she holds herself, it is quite clear that nobody will ever understand her point of view. In the distance, an owl howls, clearly a bad omen. “I had to….there was no other way,” she tries defending herself, searching … Continue reading Thinking before leaping