I don’t party with women. I don’t pick up women at the club. I won’t drink with a chick & proceed to make love to her. If we’re crossing such rubicons, we both must be sober like formula 1 drivers. It’s a conscious decision I’ve made since my younger years…

#MISSION #ACCOMPLISHED The year is 2018. I am in campus, & I am getting serious with writing. A friend, now miles away in the Americas, texts & he’s like, “there’s a guy you need to meet.” Thus, One Friday evening, I slide into my favourite Jacket & saunter into Sarit…

#Observations I am nosy by nature. I can’t help it. I eavesdrop. If you’re speaking in my vicinity, be sure I am listening. You can try to be sneaky all you want, but this is a skill I have horned for years. I’ll hold a conversation with my date, but…

My first attempts at writing happened when I was 8. I remember scribbling letters to my Mum, Dad and brothers. I don’t recall if it was a class project or toddler experimentation. …

#Thoughts on #sex #positions Missionary is an unnatural sexual position. Other than humans, no other animal mates in the missionary posture. I think that this sexual position arose out of ego. Missionary has its roots in rape & forced sexual encounters. A man can’t rape a woman who is on…

I saw this interesting post on twitter. It went like this, “I feel sorry for the modern man paying dowry. You’re paying for something that others have been getting for free.” Ha ha ha. Ho ho ho. I liked that post. In less than 480 characters, this tweep outlined an…

Months back I did a podcast with Lucie. “Did” isn’t the right word, say, “made an appearance”. We talked for ¾ of an hour. It was a hurried interview, we had places to be, things to do. …

This is a story decades in making. I don’t know where it starts. I don’t know how it ends. Discovering home by Binyavanga Wainaina, that’s where this beautiful journey begins. Then, One day I Will Write About This Place. Finally, A Lost Chapter. I enjoyed reading A Lost chapter, where…

“Love shouldn’t be in the market place. it’s immensely valuable, but it has no price.” -Osho Someone, a reader, female, sent me an email. That was a month ago or so. I read it in the evening, after diner. Everyone was home, we sank in the living room seats, buried…