My friend says, as cool as the cabbro something drink that’s in front of her. I thought it was a mojito but she corrected me. I moved on quickly, knowing that I didn’t care to know. Frankly if it isn’t a gin and tonic, my keenness is at a level that is zero. “What does...
Month: July 2017
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Winter Fashion Pieces For The Marvin Man
I have always seen Winter as the season which requires bravery, the grey skies always bring with the feelings of wanting to hibernate and kicking it in front of the TV with the whiff of your favourite soup permeating through the house. However we all know that we need to brave the cold and...
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Fak’imali uzobona – ‘Money Talks’
Anyway, money really it does talk; a very funny and complicated language that we all understand differently. Gone are the days when every cent that you got (be it from your mother, dad or whoever else felt generous enough to make your pocket / wallet shine) would be invested in something that you needed. Not...
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80’s Babies – Music And Life (Part Three)
By the late 90’s the storm that was the ’94 elections had ceased and gleaming a rainbow nation stood proud. The socio-economics of the country were shifting and more township folk found themselves with some serious disposable income. Patience Muyambo was yet to coin the awkward euphemism, “black diamonds” but, by and large, the coal was under...
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Nairobi Nights: Why I Became A Prostitute – An Attempt
Often I am asked by readers of this blog why I chose to become a prostitute. And quite a number of times I have set out to write my reasons for choosing to engage in this particular kind of pleasure business. In all the occasions I have stopped after the first few sentences; and this...
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80’s Babies – Music And Life (Part Two)
With the euphoria that rained withthe realisation of our freedom, a lot of music in the mid 90’s was celebratory and fun. While kwaito was popping its pubescent pimples, the OG’s of jazz were still kicking it. Rex Rabanye’s Ongketsang wasn’t as much a wedding song as it was a wedding anthem. Bra Hugh’s horn had managed...