Mzangila

Mentor, media consultant, photographer, editor, poet, writer, and counselor.

Tamara, 30kgs down

Post Views = 1186On Friday evening Tamara called. I was in town after a lunch with Yvonne, who for a while I hadn’t laid my eyes on.  She had her chips masala in the balcony of Sizzling Grill. It is always good seeing her because men love women. Not all women, specific women. Tamara’s voice had this new edge like …

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Of middle class and Concours d’elegance

Post Views = 41891On Sunday I went to the famous concuors d’elegance that is usually held annually at Ngong Racecourse, where Nairobi’s finest middle class, just like any pomp event, come to flaunt their hard earned money, toned bodies (thighs and breasts) and accents. While the women come to see where the rest of Nairobi women have reached on the …

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Innovation, the way to beat staggering unemployment

Post Views = 1296I am unemployed, so what? In Kenya, the unemployment rate soared to 39.1% in 2017. This clearly shows a good number of Kenyans are either jobless or looking for jobs. The latter becoming the deadliest pandemic that has engulfed the staggering numbers of graduates trickling out of colleges. Joblessness in a country is attributed to two things …

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May she live

Post Views = 1357On Fridays I usually go down to the National Museum for some writing nourishment with other writers at the Writers Guild. Over time, I have developed this obsession of attending their meetings. I bully people and things around, I talk too much, I joke a lot and learn much. That is me, getting comfortable in crowds. Before, …

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Utahama Lini?

Post Views = 1366We all have goals. If you never have goals then you are dead because how do you move to the next stage in life? Goals keep us focused and that is why you need to have some, even if it is just one simple goal that you work towards to. Something to give you hope and zest …

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Something borrowed

Post Views = 962She slumped against a lamp post. It was a Friday night, and the cold was biting to the last nerve. A billow of smoke whizzed through the air from a ciggie in her left hand. It is the only thing that fought against the cold she was feeling. She puffed it with such a want, like her …

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