Gus is ideal sentience with a beautiful smile and pan seared charm, the nerd of the literal world that has kept the consistency. He cuts a curt lackluster figure with…
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…
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…
Your modern-day Nairobi lass is innately wired for hardship, or she deeply suffers from the Stockholm’s syndrome, some unnamed malady or worse still she is reeling from the side effects…
I have attended my fair share of weddings in my years of celibacy and uppity uprightness and I must confess that Kisii weddings are the least favorite of my lot.…
By Kenneth Muimi