I was socialised Gikuyu. Growing up in the Kiambu of the eighties, all I ever wanted to be was a blinged out Gikuyu. I wanted the Datsun twero, the ‘Godfather’ hat, the cowboy boots. And when I heard that there was a Gikuyu, with a big bar in America called Kilimanjaro, I didn’t pause to marvel,...

I do not write. I protest. Today I learnt the true meaning of entitlement: Having blinds you to have-nots. That’s why my Kenyan writer friends spend all their time: a) Fighting white people who write what Kenyans ought to write. “Wrong,” I wrote. “If you must respond to white people, do it in...

-I- “The human condition is where I report to work.” @matathia says to me. We are inside the Black Campaign website, shambas tu.. “That’s a pep talk I swallow…when characters in my book tell me to get a life. “Last it happened,” says @matathia, “I was trying to convince a Twitter avatar...

-I- In the similitude (a word that haunts me from Pilgrim’s Progress and a type of Christianity from my childhood) of a mortal God, Thomas Hobbes conceptualises the state as a covenant of men. A treaty through which I pledge to surrender my right to govern myself to Kibaki and his rogue cabinet as...

“After my weekly psychiatric self examination,” I am saying to N.M., “I like to take the time it takes to smoke a gaff to contemplate the meaning of life.” This seems to stretch his mind like a miraa high for a bit before he starts to bang on the rolled up window of Dinda’s moti of the day. “Wee,...

Apropos tech is good but we also need to bring back Story, personally, I tend to remember the people rather than the graphs. Recently, the number of Kenyans on Facebook has been thrown at me like two hundred times. But the figure never exists beyond a Stick It on my mind saying: so what? Who are these...