Way back during the times before internet, email and social media, a lot of ingenuity went into composing romantic letters and ensuring that they reached the intended recipient.

Despite not caring about the broken English and the many weeks, and sometimes months, that it took for the letter to reach the intended addressee, there was lots of thrill, and love, that was packaged in these letters, as exemplified here below:

“My dearest Abigail Mueni, sweetie,
with many love in my heart,
I pick my golden pen
from the basket of love
to write you this letter.

You are my first thought
in the morning
and I hold you
in my last breathe
as I go to sleep.
I hope this letter meet you
physically healthy,
spiritually receptivated,
and emotionally adaptivated. Continue Reading "The Agony of Romancing during the Snail Mail Times"

The old adage says, “An honest fundi is hard to find; the only honest fundi is a kinyozi, aka barber”.

This saying most probably considers barbers to be reliable and honest because they can not shave the head halfway and then ask the shavee *pun intended* to leave and come tomorrow for a shaving of the second half of the head.

A second reason why barbers probably pass the honesty test is because clients can not leave their heads with them;

because if they did, they would most probably find the heads not shaven and would have to walk around headless for as long as the head was with the barber.

This sets barbers apart as the only craftspeople, or fundis, who meet their end of the bargain, which is completing the job within the agreed time. Continue Reading "The Only Honest Craftsmen Alive"

I am seated at my favourite joint minding my own business as I savour my African Sausage aka mutura ya mbao.

A gentleman joins me at the table but makes sure there is social distance between us.

Punde si punde his mutura is brought on a kibao as usual, complete with a few pinches of salt and some kachumbari.

The gentleman rises on his feet and heads to the hand washing spot, where he does not only wash his hands with antiseptic soap and water, but scrubs them surgeon-style.

In the meantime, he has left his mutura on his table, which is also my table, where flies are having a field day, except for those few moments when my hands are free to ward them off.

He is distracted further by a friend who engages him for a while, but eventually comes back to join his lovely mutura. Continue Reading "Ridiculous Reaction To Fear Of The Bug"

On my mind is monogamy, which means bonding and mating with a single partner.

This is inspired by Kirk’s Dik-diks (Madoqua kirkii), which are one of the four species of Dik-dik antelopes and are native to East Africa; they can occasionally be seen in the bushes as one approaches Lake Bogoria and in Lake Nakuru National Park.

Dik-diks, generally, are not only the smallest antelopes, but they also constitute part of the less than three percent of wild mammals that form monogamous relationships within defined territories.

Normally, antelope families walk in large groups. Majorly for protection, even though the female to male ratio is a little big. The stronger the male, the more the females.

But in the case of these oddly-named African antelopes, they pair up to reproduce one offspring at a time. Continue Reading "Till Death The Antelope Way"

On my mind is a lady that I met searching for something inside her handbag, most probably her house keys since she was outside a door. The search was so furious that I couldn’t mind my own business any longer. When I approached her, I smiled and said, “zitapatikana tu”. She gave me an awkward, but beautiful smile.

As I passed, I couldn’t help noticing the contents of the bag since they were strewn all over on the ground, and more were still flying off the bag.

I can now confirm the “Big Bag” theory or myth that a ladies handbag is bottomless. It is a bag of wonders, secrets and mystery, considering that she had not finished turning the bag upside down and inside out by the time she was out of my sight, *since I kept looking back to appreciate the beauty and monitor, evaluate and gauge progress of the recovery efforts*.

This got my tiny brain to think that these search and recovery or rescue missions can be made much easier and faster if designers of these bags became a little bit more creative. Continue Reading "To Handbag Designers – A Plea For Extra Creativity"

The ‘Blind Spots’ of the human body form one of the four quadrants of the ‘Johari Window’, and can be described as those areas where a person’s view is obstructed. The Blind Spot is the space that is unknown to yourself, but known to others.

The other three quadrants are: the ‘Open Space’, which is the space that is known to one and also known to others; the ‘Hidden Area’, which is the space that is known to oneself, but unknown to others; and, the ‘Unknown Area’, which is the space that is unknown to oneself, and also unknown to others.

Coming back to the Blind Spots, they need extra care all the time, especially because Continue Reading "Blindspots of the Human Body – Quadrants Of The Johari Window"

There is hope at last that the agony that my ilk, the bespectacled, have to contend with when they are forced to walk in the rain is soon coming to an end; the agony is worsened by the fact that the rains are so unpredictable these days, most probably due to climate change. The rain droplets form a series of streaks on the glasses that makes it difficult for one to see.

Coupled to this is the traumatic experience of segregation, neglect, marginalization, kuonewa, and kubaguliwa, that the scientific humanity and modern society has accorded us for the longest time.

We can’t wait for these scientists to invent water repellant glasses; or Continue Reading "There Is Hope That Us The Bespectacled Will Comfortably Walk In The Rain"

Today, I encountered an adult male dog with a golden coloured coat, but without a tail. It is tailless because some person mutilated or cut it off just to please the ego. We quickly became friends and I named him ‘Mkia Ngûtû, a name which he seemed to love; he most probably named me ‘Masho Ine’ in return.

Following the encounter ten flashes came to mind:

One, it must have been a very painful experience for the poor canine at that fateful moment when it saw its tail unjustly dismembered and before the ensuing wound healed. Animals should be treated humanely. They possess feelings and senses too, just like humans.

Two, because of that ruthless action, Mkia Ngûtû cannot show emotions anymore since Continue Reading "Love-Hate Moments With My Close Relative"