I pride myself in being the saint patron of all the lowlifes. I love experiences in whichever form they come. I like taking walks in alleys in which I will…

That Gengetone is dead is a tad detached and unfettered. Who killed it? Why? Do we feel any better after the embalming or cremation? Does it foist the Kenyan flag…

What do you really call Odeon? Way before, it was Pr. Pius Muiru’s harvest field, a place where he fleeced idiots for days on end before concrete reason did a…

I thought the heterosexuals were doing a bang average hand-job at keeping sanity, until gay cats stepped on the podium. The ones I have interacted with are a video on…

Boys love toys and balls- the kind you can kick around without feeling a stabbing pain in your soul. I am culprit, I can’t give stick to this whole inexplicable…

Something happens to a man when he stays for more than 5 months without a gig. He sends unanswered applications and those that bother to reply seem more confused than…

We had Brian Guserwa, way before we knew of Biko, we had Brian and not your just your lewd or daily randy ordinaire. He burned both hot and cold, fire…

Her name was Betty Kingara, and she was my saint and torment in campus. In a good-natured way. She was like a mirage, so near but yet again so far…

Here is my year on a strangled page. Kim got married. Justice is still married, congrats mate. Tee is cavorting like a peacock. We lost Tony Onyango, a member of…