Today, news came in thick and fast: Trump, in all his glory, woke up, stretched his hands, blinked twice at the map, and declared tariffs on China. Good. Understandable. Then Mexico. Okay, typical. Then… Canada. EH! Canada? That’s like charging your best friend…
This morning in church, as the sun poured through the stained-glass windows and the choir threatened to out-sing the angels themselves, our pastor—may the Almighty continue upgrading his wisdom like an iphone—stood tall on the pulpit, thundering, “LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR…
Growing up in the village was like living in a Shakespearean play—equal parts comedy, drama, and sheer absurdity. At the heart of it all were the village markets. They weren’t just places to trade bananas for salt or haggle over…
Winter has gripped my locality with a vengeance, and the world outside has been a frosted wonderland of misery. The temperature has hovered stubbornly around -15°C in the last few days, the kind of cold that makes you rethink every life decision—like why you ever left the warm embrace…
Public transit has a strange way of turning strangers into performers, the train car into a stage, and an unsuspecting commuter into an audience. That evening, exhausted and running on fumes, I collapsed into my seat, prepared for nothing more…
Every year, like clockwork, I drag myself to the annual health check—a grim ritual that feels like being summoned to court for crimes against my own body. My family doctor, ever so enthusiastic, sits me down, pokes, prods, and siphons…
With the ‘shortest and sweetest’ month of the year (December) gone, the stark reality of the ’60-day’ month of January is here with us. On my mind is my cousin Imbwanga, aka ‘Okusimba Okunyanyi’. He was our village champion, the man…
Today is the day. The day I must subject myself to a ritual that feels less like self-care and more like survival. Yes, its barber day-It arrives each week like a cruel appointment with fate. A necessary evil. You see,…
Majamaa, let me introduce you to an iconic ensemble, a fashion masterpiece, a sartorial statement that left a trail of awe and envy in its wake. Feast your eyes on me in my legendary maroon bell-bottom pants, paired with a striking black…