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When the bell rang, the pupils in class seven were excited. The bell marked the end of a mathematics class whose teacher inspired more fear than diligence. It was the way mathematics was taught in that and every other school in the country. The bell also meant it was time for tea and play. The pupils quickly packed their books inside their wooden desks and scampered for the door. One girl however did not rise with the rest. She sat…

Adichie Ngozi Chimamanda. What a hell of a name! With such a name, you are inclined to write books, and guest speak at important summits and conventions.  You are also likely to address issues the society shies away from like slavery, social injustice and gender equity. You become the spearhead of revolutionary movements, give ted talks and finally become the face of UN in Africa. Being the continental face of the UN is not for obvious names like James or…

You used to go to the gym. In fact, you loved it. You were doing more reps and adding more weights to the bar. Your physique was getting better, with bigger and curved biceps, broadened chest and strong calves. You were no longer the skinny guy at the office. The girls noticed the new development and you felt them ogling at you. You had never felt better in your life. You even became more confident. Then one day you failed…

Ndamenyire uhoro wa kuhuruka gwaku iyo, Mwanjiririo mathaa ma ruciine. Ni ndumiriri ndamukirire na ngoro nditu. Niwandakaririe muno ni guthii oo uguo ta mundu wa kawaida indi urari njamba kionereria. Ndiambire guitikia na kureka uhoro ucio urikire tondu ti uhoro mwega. Ndakinya kuria turutaga wira nindanjirie wira o ta mutugo, no gikeno giakwa gitigana gukinyanira. Ngiciria nyingire nendaini ya Facebook na niguo ndanjirie guitikira ati niwahuruka. Nindaiguire kurakara muno. Ndemethio niwarakaria aingi niguthii. Niguthie utuku ta kiguoya na turoe urari…

By default, people love giving. The feeling of accomplishment and the blessings that follow keep human beings steady in the track of being human. To add spice to giving, people have made charity groups where they establish a needy community, rally funds and organize an event during weekends or themed public holidays. One of my friends chooses to celebrate her birthday with children in an orphanage every year. These events have a lot of food, networking and endorphins. A fortnight…

(Read, All out of love, to flow with the narrative) Mama, I have to go to Mathare now,” Alice called out to her mother. She, Alice, sounded worried. Her mother sensed the anxiety in her daughter’s voice came to the living room. “What is wrong, Al,” Mama asked as she wiped her wet hands on the towel that hung over the sink. “Someone else picked up Joe’s phone. He says there has been an accident and that somebody should be…

They hugged. The passionate hug by the bus stop. The hug that says we aren’t staying in the friend zone for long. That hug should have been done an hour earlier but when they got to the bus stop, they realized they had time. So they walked up and down the corridors of Garden City Mall admiring the merchandise that neither or both combined could not afford. He thought of her in a designer dress and her of him in…

If journalism was a tailored suit, it would have looked perfect on Ndege. The coat especially would fall perfectly on his shoulders and not fade with age. The lining inside would not shrink and make the pockets puffy after several trips to the dry cleaners. The fabric would not cringe during the short drive between his house and the studio. What I am trying to say is that Ndege is the right build for journalism. However, in spite of the…

Guess who took our hot seat recently! Wamimah it is! She gorgeous, bold and wise. She is also beautiful; from the inside to the outwards. Her story interlinks our former topic on relationships and the current one of African Parenting. Let’s roll. 1. Tell us in-depth who Wamimah is I am the last born in our family which means that I got all the attention. The attention that was so often and freely given shaped my perspective of love. Attention…

I never got to see my parents fight, not because there were no random differences between them, it is expected that once in a while couples should exchange unkind words and blows. My parents, to me, never fought. They solved their differences like two adults in the confines of their bedroom and when they came out, we saw the unbreakable team, Baba na Mami. (The Bs in Baba are pronounced as f, fafa but we have no f in the…