Mzangila

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

My Nairobi

Post Views = 2376Every time I board a bus to town I get very excited. More even interesting is that I take a lot of time in front of the mirror, though at times it improves nothing to my body. I am used to the same haircut, same face, same dress code, same walking style, different sprays (always getting me …

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More tea please

Post Views = 3153Hehe, have you met someone who uses hehe and nkt! in the same sentence? In my writing career I have met Bikozulu. This guy can turn from being irate to being a jolly ass motherfucker in the same sentence. Today I was like Bikozulu, though this has nothing to do with my story. For the first time, …

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The barber

Post Views = 4021There is always something cheeky when a new barber lands a shaving machine on your head, worse still on your chin to shave your beard. It is a cold moment for us men. Suddenly you become tense, nervous and very impersonal. And the intrinsic value you have for that barber at that moment reels out of you, …

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Mzangila Writing Competition II

Post Views = 769MZANGILA WRITING COMPETITION GUIDELINES Please read the instructions carefully before you proceed to write anything, or else your submission will be rejected. OBJECTIVES To promote young talent in the writing world. To provide a platform for the upcoming writers, where they can pitch their creativity. To award and motivate top notch writers. To nurture, raise and sell …

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The Nairobian madness

Post Views = 1465The first time I heard of chipo I was in form one after getting out of the village for high school. It was the first time for me to come across chips, which in our school was famously known as njiva. Njiva was the talk of the school, especially by the dudes who were on constant trips, …

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Do it with a difference!

Post Views = 1127 Today I woke up so early. I don’t remember the last day I was up this early. My stomach was tight and rumbling. Beneath my navel it hurt. I turned and rolled in bed trying to ease the pain. I looked up to the ceiling with flooded thoughts. Bitter tears oozed from my eyes and for …

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