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The Three Curious Bombings that Rocked Nairobi in 1975. Roughly 100 Fantastic Pieces of Kenyan Journalism. A reading list of some of the best works of Kenyan journalism available online. And a chance for you to join this curation project. 7 Absurd Stories from Kenyan History. A chicken, two stolen Mercedes, a fist fight, a mistranslation, an argument, a crate of beer, and green ink.

She had just come from the shower when she heard someone at the door. A quick glance at the clock showed that it was just a few minutes after 8 am. She threw a T-shirt over herself and started looking around her room for her sweatpants. With no sweatpants in sight, she tied a leso around her waist and ran towards the door. She opened the door only to find Kenneth standing with his back towards the door. Mama Ian, will you be home all day? .

For the last three days, my reads have been overwhelmingly supplied by something so powerful that I can only call it a movement. This movement is positive in the most painful way.

Love is the Binding Piece to All Our Broken Pieces. Sexism in Advertisements and Gender Inequality. MY CRISIS AT RAISING A YOUNG CHAP. Nitulize Brand New Jam By Brown Mauzo Ft. Love is the Binding Piece to All Our Broken Pieces.

I started drinking alcohol and smoking. I thought it would help shut my mind. I thought it would make cool like. I was an adopted kid in foreign country. To a lovely family so. That I had grown and it was time. For me to leave and learn how to be. Instead it was for me to be able. To go home late,. To be able to go clubbing. To be able to make out at anytime. With anyone that passed by my way.