Author Archives: Nyar Kaheti

They say that ‘Īganagūo yaari iria yagwa.’ And yes it’s true and as MJ sang and said its human nature, I’ll take these few minutes to remember your life as the Third President of the Republic of Kenya.My heart is heavy as I write this. I won’t say that you’ve gone too soon because theContinue reading “A Tribute”

A recent visit to my mother had me reminisce about some tales she used to tell us when we were growing up. There was this goat that used to get pregnant on the knee. I don’t know if the slogan, ‘nīauna mbūri yeene iru’ he has broken someone’s goat’s knee, a phrase that was usedContinue reading “Reminiscent”

What do I remember about Easter. Of course I remember the Safari Rally that took place countrywide. I also remember those movies/ cinemas that were aired in the night. That movie machine and the sound it would make as we all gazed at the white bed sheet that acted as a screen. By the wayContinue reading “Looking Up”

Ziplining at the flying fox in Kereita, the forest indeed makes you feel like a flying fox except I only know of flying squirrels from my National Geographic escapades.It makes you feel like that Kairītu karīa twarī ndūgū ndaakona Dagoretti Corner (The Great Corner) kahaicīte mabati igūrū kaugage ni ndege. That girl really had goals;Continue reading “Dreamy”

They say that common sense is not common to everyone and that if you are bestowed with said gift, it becomes a burden when you are sorrounded by people without.That is why they taught such stories as ‘kaka sungura na wenzake.’ lakini mbona hii bias ya girlchild ilianza mapema hivyo? You mean they couldn’t writeContinue reading “Sensed”

There’s that book pale high school we used to call farewell book. We used to trick our teachers into giving us new books when the term was just about to end. Then when learning stopped, you’d pluck the few used pages and use the remaining part for the farewell. A lot of effort was usedContinue reading “Begrudged.”

So Skippy didn’t wake me up today. I bet you are wondering who Skippy is. It’s neither the Australian Kangaroo nor some peanut butter brand. Skippy is actually my neighbor upstairs. She decided to shed off some weight through weight loss routines which include but may not be limited to skipping in the wee hoursContinue reading “Shedding off.”

My granny told me that when she went to tumutumu mambere when the missionaries laid base there, they used to be told that, ‘mathiī kūnyua maaī na ciongo cia andū. They have gone to drink water with people’s heads. The head in this case was the bowl which came in an array of colours butContinue reading “Chubby”

Palm Sunday and the triumphant entry into the Holy city reminds me of my Sunday school days and the Sunday school competitions well covered in my previous chronicle the scramblehttps://thechroniclesofnyarkaheti.com/2022/01/22/the-scramble/Well there was this time when the competition was about the triumphant entry. Everything from the choral verse, the set piece, the drama and the folkContinue reading “Palming.”

Once upon a time, gakware and her sisters went to cut nappier grass for my pet Nyange. If you’ve not read my chronicle stronger here’s the link.http://thechroniclesofnyarkaheti.com/2022/02/07/stronger/So gakware is minding her own business and singing at the top of her lungs like she’s preparing to audition for Tusker project fame, America’s got talent or NigerianContinue reading “Wiser”