Author Archives: Nyar Kaheti

I often have a difficult time concentrating in a seminar or in a meeting mostly because more often than not I’m lost in my own thoughts of like when the meeting will end. I’m most definitely in a congested matatu heading back home; in my mind that is, before the meeting has even began. I’mContinue reading “Deliberate”

They say you should never beat a dog at a wedding because it went for the same reason you went, ‘to eat.’ What they don’t know is that here in sub Saharan Africa we mostly have mongrels and not dogs. The mongrels often found themselves as boys companions during grazing, cattle dip chronicles and onContinue reading “The last bark”

Today I feel like a motivational speaker, well maybe I could motivate someone today. Fast backwards to my primary school and my pathetic attitude towards mathematics. I vividly recall how on Fridays our two classes would be combined, the pastoral program would be hijacked and converted to a full-time maths session. Moving from assembly groundContinue reading “The turning point”

Everyday this country is becoming more bizzare if not wierder. If it’s not about weed, it’s about snakes or better still makende ya fisi. That’s greek for a hyena’s testicles. If only that crow that took team mafisi to, ‘twathiī kūrīa igūrū, kūrīa mathunyaī na nyama cia ngūkū,’ knew what it was taking up? WellContinue reading “A bizarre moment.”

Wewe Vasha wewe katuona sisi bwege ati sisi bata mzinga na wanataka chicks (18-24 yrs.) Sasa tufanye nini sisi isipokuwa kuvumilia. Na vile maisha yamekuwa ngumu; kavagara ndio hiyo 230. Kwa nini wasiongezee tu Unga wa Dola na 210? Hawa waséé haki, Petroli ndio hiyo, mafuta halisi ya kupikia, sitaki hata kutaja. Nawezajipata nikipiga duruContinue reading “A Boom”

I often keep checking the down lock (konji) on my door. This is because once upon a time at ‘quarantine’ a thief came for a courtesy call. Most times I only locked the upper lock. Truth be told I used to feel like a dynasty since I was living opposite Wajackoyah (OCS.) On this particularContinue reading “Drifted”

This is a story about a mountain father. The one who’d wake you up in the wee hours of the morning on coffee picking days. The one who also ensured that he paid school fees so you wouldn’t be sent home for non payment. And on the slight chance that you were sent home he’dContinue reading “Fathers”

Magic, magic, magic, everything is magical. From magical Kenya to magical skies.My son came home excited about a magician who had plenty a tricks up his sleeve. It’s true that magicians subject our minds to psychological illusions which make us believe what we see.Growing up on the slopes of the mountain ensured these tricksters wereContinue reading “Magical.”

There’s a reason why they said Kiswahili kitukuzwe. Well a long time ago, when they were teaching us Swahili in class eight we were divided into discussion group. The aim of these groups was to write Inshas and then mark for each other. That way the teacher wouldn’t have too much on his plate. InContinue reading “Unglorified”

This post is inspired by donkeys, donkeys of Warubaga, donkeys of Lamu but most definitely the donkeys of Ngurubani. Yeah, the very donkeys that wake us up in the wee hours of the morning with a bray to remind us it’s time to arise and shine and start a hard works day. You see beingContinue reading “Feeling Obstinate.”