Tag Archives: Kisii

A conversation with self

Post Views = 7922 There was a man I knew when I was growing up. He came from my village, in the deepest thighs of Kisii land. Same age and height, complexion and the nasty look finished his appearance off. He was the exact copy of me. You see I knew him since I was young. His mother passed on …

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The life she chose

Post Views = 372In my family, there are four kids, though I have several stepsisters who have kids even older than I am. I don’t know some of these step sissies or I have just seen them once- in funerals because that seems to be the only unifying factor for the ties they hold in Chweya’s family. My papa comes …

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Men and pony

Post Views = 673This is a loose continuation of this story. That evening our friend with a green surf invited us for a nyamchom treat. Earlier that day we had brunched on some ugali and straight looking tilapia that oozed sweetness that words cannot describe. He is a good man, because of that. He understands men. It is around 7.20pm …

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A hooker, a white man and a Kisii

Post Views = 498We landed in kisii a few years back. It was like having a toast to something you missed once in a while when you are sober and the thing you forget when you are inebriated. Going back to shags means a whole world to me, it is a thing that can only be understood if you come …

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