Posted in Short Stories

I rugby tournament, 6 beers and a pastor named Johnny

I was thrilled when veteran writer Oyunga Pala agreed to host me on his popular blog (oyungapala.com). Oyunga pioneered the controversial Mantalk column in the Saturday Nation which he wrote for 11 years, developing a cult like following. He is now a satirical columnist for the Crazy Monday magazine in the Standard writing social commentary, political satire and gender issues. He is also the Creative Head at Spielworks Media Ltd.

Below is an excerpt of the article I wrote for his blog:

I received an unexpected call from an ex who I hadn’t seen in years the other day.

Leo* was the quintessential bad boy. Over six foot tall, ebony skin, perfect white teeth, chiselled jaw line and a physique sculpted from years of playing rugby that made women swoon. A busted knee took him out of the game but he still looked good. Years before the bald head look became trendy, Leo wore it with panache. He was also cocky as hell.

When we spoke recently, he sounded a lot more mature. Getting kids will do that to you. The cockiness was still there though. I found it endearing while we dated. Now it sounded contrived and mildly irritating. Clearly I too have matured and what I find attractive in a guy is very different from 18 years ago.

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Photo by Fredrick Omondi

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Posted in On Writing

Why I love books

I generally love bikozulu’s writing but this post really spoke to me. Felt like he was talking about me.

Even though I’m a kindle guy I sometimes walk into Bookstop at Yaya Center, and just stand in the midst of the shelves and smell the books. Smell knowledge. Smell great minds. Smell nights that these writers sat up under burning lights, battling plots. Walk up and down the aisles of books and you smell the insecurity that abounds writing. The smell of conflict. And passion. And failed literary dreams. The smell of books that didn’t do well, and dreams that died with it. The smell of lovely writers who remain undiscovered and discovered writers who remain overrated. You smell words. And you smell how they line up behind other words, forming long sentences that run like a belching train that carries imagination to a faraway land.

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