Not too many years ago, we would go to watch movies on a mobile big screen, courtesy of the Kenya Film Corporation and Factual Films Ltd.

It would be a big screen mounted on an open ground where we would congregate in hundreds to watch movies, starting at 7.00pm sharp up to 9.00 pm sharp, and translated into Kiswahili.

These open field Cinema shows were, however, not devoid of sideshows and thrills;

One would be lucky if they did not go back home wearing an awful smell because their faces, or clothes, were smacked with rotten eggs that were thrown all over the place during the course of the film-show. Sometimes the shells of the rotten eggs broke in the pockets, the result being that these egg-missile carriers would have a taste of their own medicine. Continue Reading "The Evolution Of Access To Cinema In Kenyan"

The following was the encounter when I attended a wedding reception ceremony sometime back:

First and foremost, the food was served after an over-extended Church service and the worms were noisily scrambling for any food left-overs in the stomach juices.

Secondly, I was so hungry I could have swallowed a whole rabbit in one gulp.

Thirdly, we were told it was free seating. One could sit under any tent, wherever they wished.

And so almost immediately after I sat, the food was served, starting from those who were in front and nearest to the food-containing sufurias.

The food, however, got finished before it got to my table.

This was followed by a round of sumptuously smelling roast-goat meat. Continue Reading "Tribulations At A Wedding Reception Ceremony"

I’ll never forget how you suddenly
came into my life
and brought me perfect happiness,
comfort, pleasure,
and great joy beyond measure.

It was love at first sight,
I loved you without limits,
even when I knew deep down
that you would most probably one day,
break my heart
in pursuit of your heart’s desires,
a better love than I could give.

And therefore as my heart
was becoming cosy Continue Reading "My Dear Ex"

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"