[zilla_likes] Based On a True Story Characters’ names have been changed to avoid potential lawsuits and possible deaths from shame and embarrassment. Enjoy. Billy was an overweight boy that sat at the back of his classroom. He liked it at the back, he found it serenely isolated from the pell-mell of the class – the […]
Category: Zilizopendwa
Raw, uncut version of my childhood
A Boy and A Bicycle
[zilla_likes] When I was a kid, I had few expensive gifts and among them was my first and only childhood bicycle. You see this bike was so good it came disassembled in a Japanese box that had a new-shoe smell, I couldn’t even ride on the first day. We had to take it to a […]
Sleeves and Fists
[zilla_likes] I believe in my heart that in any man’s life, there is always a point words will fail to communicate what we feel. Instead, we will opt for silence, but that too will prove futile. In this event, only one thing speaks louder than the previous two: fists. I can feel eyeballs turning in […]
Be Happy
To the few loyal cordial readers, I’m aware I didn’t post last week. I won’t just go on and assume it never happened and you’re left wondering, “Is this ninja here really going to ignore what he did?” I don’t want it to be awkward, the pretending it never happened. You know, like when you fart […]
Maya and Phones
Last weekend I went to ocha –one of those shindigs Nairobi city-slicker relatives organize to get away from the city’s hullabaloo and pell-mell. They want to get away from car loans and mortgages, from rude bosses and crazy matatu drivers, from assignments and deadlines. They want to run away from the sad charade they have […]