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Heaven’s gate at hell’s gate

Post Views = 27439Long Read ahead. Patience needed: 20 mins read. There is a long, dusty stretch that leads to Hell’s Gate in Naivasha. Just before you take that turn to set your kicks or car to sit on that stretch, there’s a church called Heaven’s Gate Church on your right. To concoct such a name and put it right …

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The money-milking machine called Ruracio

Post Views = 4582Conversations occur in swahili but have been loosely translated Among the Kikuyu, there is a custom they call Ruracio. Most communities have it, only that the execution varies from one to the other. And this is why Ruracio is more pronounced than others. Ruracio is a dowry payment ceremony where the groom, with other able men, visits …

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One day in the life

Post Views = 2007Benz and I trickle into a lousy joint along Luthuli Avenue at around 1 pm. The joint is annexed to the corner, facing two shops because it occupies a bigger space. The size of it could make a one bedroom crib in Roysambu with the toilet and shower squeezed into one small room. This means that your …

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Trophy love

Post Views = 2801My wanderlust leads me to the North this time. I am a traveler of our times who never owned a real passport or money to improve his own jagged life. At 26, I have travelled to more than 18 countries all over the world- doing things that won’t influence anyone’s life positively. I am forced to travel. …

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Writing for what it is: Things never told

Post Views = 9458Back in 2015 I started Mzangila Writing Masterclass. The same year, I also initiated Mzangila Writers’ Café. I ran Mzangila Mentorship Class adjacently. This was in my third year in college when I was obsessed with success. Most importantly, my obsession with writing had advanced to another level where I felt I needed to hone more young …

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Of daughters and baby sitting

Post Views = 4044I didn’t manage to write anything on this blog last Wednesday but one. It pained me even as I sat in Java Ngong Road sipping my coffee quietly. I was having a very special guest, seated across the table having a mug of blended juice. I couldn’t understand why she took juice during such a nippy weather. …

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