Kibaki Muthamia

In the holiday context, Easter scores poorly. It lacks that reckless abandon that allows guilt-free partying we see over Christmas.

It’s too early in the year. People are still nursing financial stab wounds, thanks to ‘New Year bills’.

As a kid, Easter was incredibly boring. It meant forty days of morning and evening mass.

Then Mass on Good Friday, Mass on Holy Saturday, Mass on Easter, and Mass on Easter Monday.

A man buying their first car is a milestone that feels straight out of this world. Do not for a moment equate that to bourgeois issues like a man’s first love or kiss.

The first time you get in your car. How does it smell? You run your fingers through the textures. Leather? Fabric?

You start it – let it idle for a few minutes as you bask in pure awe that you finally got to own one.

Then, you drive it. You go fast......

Have you travelled long distance on public means? More so, at night?

It's not the best time to take malicious lessons from the universe.

I had a nasty experience on a night bus from Mombasa to Nairobi.

For some reason, we love to treat ourselves when travelling. Before departure, you snack on oily, fried chicken in a fast food cafe pavement.

Remember, this is the 'steroid' chicken - the darn bird takes a whole of three weeks from the hatchery, to the cafe's deep frier.....

Kambiti is in Maragua constituency of Murang’a County.

It's a nondescript, dust-swept, barely-there shopping centre a few miles to Sagana, or ..... on the Nairobi - Mt. Kenya highway.

The only conspicuous thing on this stretch are the appealing, rich roadside nurseries with all sorts of seedlings for sale - mango, tangerine, paw paw, guava.... Name a tree, you'll find it on the roadside nurseries on the Kambiti stretch.

However, it's a traumatic traffic incident at Kambiti that almost broke m

In a few decades, I’ll be old enough to share a whisky with my old man. He’ll then be retired and, hopefully, pleasant.

Everyone becomes pleasant upon retirement, what with grandchildren stealing their walking stick and stealing fried eggs off his breakfast tray.

I’ll choose a chilly July evening when the fireplace in his study is lit, and he’s swathed in layers of woolen scarves and knitted leg warmers.

I’ll be grown, and making my own money – which means his twirled moustance won’t twitch w

A few years back, Bob Collymore dropped a descriptive term that aptly captures the typical Kenyans’ habit.

That term was ‘peculiar’. He was right.

That’s a supposed 8am meeting set up with a Kenyan, living at Kasarani – off Thika Road.

0500 Hrs – Alarm rings. It’s that rooster alarm sound, no less. Snooze button.

0515 Hrs – Second alarm. Reaches out for the alarm, kills the alarm.

0517 Hrs – Logs into Facebook – how’s that late night post doing?

0600 Hrs – Checks personal pages, and think

In December last year, I popped the big question. Vera is a pleasantly witty lady with a dark sense of humour.

We had met in college three years prior. After graduation, I landed a marketing job at an insurance firm.

Vera had joined her family’s city automotive business finance department.

Right after that proposal, I dropped another. Hit the iron when it’s hot, they said.

In any case, she would spend days on end in my Buru Buru rental apartment.....

In the holiday context, Easter scores poorly. It lacks that reckless abandon that allows guilt-free partying we see over Christmas.

It’s too early in the year. People are still nursing financial stab wounds, thanks to ‘New Year bills’.

As a kid, Easter was incredibly boring. It meant forty days of morning and evening mass.

Then Mass on Good Friday, Mass on Holy Saturday, Mass on Easter, and Mass on Easter Monday.

I was generally a shy kid. Unless I was around close friends and family, speaking was something I had to think about – never mind public speaking.

I dislike being in the spotlight, but I have met introverts who’ve managed to excel in related engagements – teaching, preaching and singing.

It happened during my first week in high school.

Now, oblivious to me – my admission had elicited a lot of interest. I was the poster boy for the classic ‘you-can-achieve-anything’ narrative.

I had attended

Have you travelled long distance on public means? More so, at night?

It's not the best time to take malicious lessons from the universe.

I had a nasty experience on a night bus from Mombasa to Nairobi.

For some reason, we love to treat ourselves when travelling. Before departure, you snack on oily, fried chicken in a fast food cafe pavement.

Remember, this is the 'steroid' chicken - the darn bird takes a whole of three weeks from the hatchery, to the cafe's deep frier.....