Letter To Professor Doctor (MSC. MBA. YOLO) Public University Lecturer

Letter To Professor Doctor (MSC. MBA. YOLO) Public University Lecturer

Dear Lecturer, I can’t quite remember how you look like because I have only seen you twice; once when you made a 10-minute technical appearance in class when we first reported to school, and the other time you were on TV,with your fellow learned colleagues, bellowing ‘Solidarity Forever’ chants, demanding that the government addresses your grievances. I can’t remember your name either,you didn’t quite give us an appropriate introduction. I was looking forward to getting to hear it again during the…

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6 Annoying Habits We Need To Quit Yesterday

6 Annoying Habits We Need To Quit Yesterday

Human beings can show you things. You might just be minding your own business, living your life, poking your nose and sleeping like a panda, but people will still come trying you. They will be poking you, exhausting every ounce of the patience and grace you’ve saved up for rainy days in your relationship. Prodding you to say and/or do nasty things, even when you are trying so hard to truly live for the Lord. Really. I have had it…

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I Shit Myself At A Graduation Party. Shit.

I Shit Myself At A Graduation Party. Shit.

I was recently invited to a friend’s graduation party. Technically, it was my Dad’s friend’s second-born daughter’s party, but that is a mouthful I was thinking I could spare you. Still. I went as part of my Dad’s plus two, (if there’s anything like that) and because I never shy away from free food. So, I am at the garden party, chowing down some delicious, rosemary-infused mbuzi choma, and washing it down with this amazing ginger ale I have never…

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Queuing For The Government: Farts, Killer Looks and Everything In Between

Queuing For The Government: Farts, Killer Looks and Everything In Between

Some days you write. Some days you let other gifted weird writers amuse you. Gang, enjoy this piece by Writer Dog. Don’t you think it’s funny how friendship is born at that moment when someone says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” That’s how The Writer Dog ventured his way into Laura’s ExtraLaudinary wild. It feels creepy in here. Like being given plenty of rope to hang my boredom. I should have been here…

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A Day In The Village Is Worth 10 In Nairobi

A Day In The Village Is Worth 10 In Nairobi

It’s 10.42pm and everyone in the house is deep in slumber.  Village folk sleep early, except the special few, whose careers involve running around naked in the dead of the night, knocking on people’s windows, and depositing stinky shit on their doors, sometimes even smearing it on walls. I’ve heard the strangest of stories about these nocturnal professionals. That every night, when they leave the house for work, the wife has to keep frying a single groundnut, all night, making…

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