BY MIKE MUTHAKA Once in a while my school does a round of maintenance; door handles are fixed, walls are repainted, bulbs replaced, wonky desks are bolted tighter, the cafeteria menu gets a new font. The people who do these jobs are mostly unseen. During graduation they’re mentioned at the
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA I finally got a newsboy hat. Google it. It’s a cool hat, aye? For some reason I’ve always thought it’s called a godpapa, which might explain the weird looks I got each time I mentioned my sudden desire for a hat. A godpapa is more like a
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA I’m surrounded by nomads. One of them is in the living room, hanging above my favorite couch. Ol’ Man got him for 2K at some beach-side hotel in Mombasa. It’s a cool painting, really, an abstract; a herder, standing on one leg. He’s watching a herd of
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA I wonder how it felt to be on the stands of the last Kabeberi Sevens tournament. That Saturday, when the rugby tourney was slated to begin, I overslept and skipped my Saturday morning routine. My Saturday mornings are usually for ‘Top Gear’, though not the Matt-Le-Blanc variety.
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA Beethoven is exhausted. He has pouches under his eyes. He can’t wait to finish the damn song and go home, sit in the tub with a pint of vodka. He’s been playing the piano all his life. In fact he dropped out of school – at 10
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BY MIKE MUTHAKA The gavel bangs. Six months in the slammer for five souls convicted of illegal mining. All rise. His lordship is departing. The court marshal leads the convicts down to the cells, where they’re to wait for a rickety van that’ll deposit them in prison. They look pale
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