I am mighty fatigued. I was in Machakos over the weekend holding my kid brother’s hand as he wed then married. The last time I was this fatigued, Lupita was douched in fake sweat in a fake sex scene too timid for its own educative good, in a small-screen production

Women. Women are horrible creatures. We seesaw on the extremities of love and peace, war and hate. Women don’t sit on the fence. Not because we can’t see the fence, or because the fence can’t handle our weight, but because we are about sides. We take sides. We take a

Let me first tell you a story before I get into today’s story. Before I joined campus in 2004 (do you hear that Real G?), I worked for a year with a private architect’s firm off Lenana Road. One of those old neighbourhood blocks converted into a commercial pocket. It

Dear Miss LaMore, As I write to you, you are probably still unpacking your suitcases and lining up your closet with the few items you hold on to so dearly. Freshman year is a blast. But it’s a bigger blast when you have that shoe-box space you share with your

Every girl has a pocket of mischievous secrets. And every girl has the one boy who will spill his own blood before he spills any of these secrets. If you want in on the mischief your girl has been up to around town, you don’t ask her pals. Or her

I was lucky to get my first job before I graduated. Besides the job, there was plenty to thank my lucky stars about – the company was prestigious; the staff young and intelligent; the office swanky. Then came the work itself; the challenges the work presented were thrilling and gave