BY MIKE MUTHAKA I usually watch the World Cup matches with my Old Man. Sometimes he leaves office early so he can catch the 5 p.m. matches. For the night games we brew coffee and we cheer every goal, and we cringe at every miss, and we breathe a sigh
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA “We look like we’re on a bad date, Mike,” Bett says. She’s seated across from me at Java, Kimathi Street. She’s tapping some things on her phone and I’ve resigned to checking my Twitter. She’s awfully busy, she says, and she has to apologize each time her
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA “The machines are always out and about. If the team is nearby sometimes I’ll go and surprise them. I’ll buy them some nyama just to motivate them kidogo. But if they’re in desolate locations it doesn’t make sense, because I’ll have other things to do.” He always
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA Two things that make school unpleasant for me: Exams, and class presentations. One can make you retake the whole unit. The other could make you want to quit school altogether. If you screw up the exams you get a
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA The house smells like chapos. It’s 40 minutes past 6p.m on a Thursday, and I can’t wait to get my hands on two of those chapos. The sun is setting behind the fence, coloring the sky a fiery mix of purple and red. But the chapos in
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA I’ve always been aware of the whole preparing-for-school business, since my first day of school at Twin Birds Academy. Getting ready for school has forever been a torturous endeavor. It has always been this slow and dreadful operation, spaced out by varying degrees of idleness and waist-line
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