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Stories from 2015
20 stories published then.
2015Old BlogOld BlogMad MenMarket days at Kawangware were on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It was the closest market to our digs. My Mum made the trip…2015Old BlogOld BlogCare to shut it?The folly with running a column as intimate as ‘My Mother and I’ is that you start to let out the family…2015Old BlogOld BlogLighted laughIt wasn’t like she was never dramatic, Mama Kananu. She wasn’t the type of woman who understood what subtlety or courtly behaviour…2015Old BlogOld BlogRetire alreadyMy folks are settled in shagz. Finally. Can you hear the vuvuzela and the song and dance that festoon that word ‘finally’?…2015Old BlogOld BlogAt 33 weeksI am not a mother. Yet. I am on the homestretch to being one. I am 8 months pregnant when I write…2015Old BlogOld BlogShow me the moneyIt started with a question over a cup of tea. It always starts with a question over a cup of tea, doesn’t…2015Old BlogOld BlogMister SingerThere’s a sewing machine we’ve been moving house with ever since I first saw it creep up into our living room in…2015Craft ItCraft ItArt and CraftOur mothers raise us with the best of what they know about being mums. Nobody is taught to be a mum. It’s…2015Craft ItCraft ItBroads, bumps and bellowsKale women don’t scream. No, we don’t. We never scream. Decorum dictates that we approach intense situations with a quiet passion. A…2015Craft ItCraft ItMore guns than rosesBefore I became a writer, I worked with a global professional services firm in the Assurance line of service. (Ha, I just…2015Craft ItCraft ItVaselineIt’s 5.00a.m. The entr’acte between dusk and dawn. The blanket of the night is peeling away slowly to reveal the glorious shine…2015Craft ItCraft ItSay UncleI wonder what it was like for her, the day when my Mum stopped being a child. Was it one of those…2015Craft ItCraft ItRated RDo you remember those old days when the family was in the living room catching some evening local TV and the kissing…2015Craft ItCraft ItThere’s a worm in my bougainvilleaElizabeth. A name with as much poise as it demands from when you first say it. Elizabeth. It’s regal. Authoritative. Discerning. A…2015Craft ItCraft ItSotik, 1976When the ad agency asked me to write twice a week about ‘My Mother and I’, I knew right away this wasn’t…2015Craft ItCraft ItTuesday morningsMid last February, a local ad agency contacted me about a writing gig. Yeah to that. The agency was launching a campaign…2015Craft ItCraft ItSuits and monikersYou call him your Ol’Man. The Ol’Man. It’s a hip moniker. You don’t recall that uber hip person who first ran with…2015Craft ItCraft It13 weeks laterI am pregnant. 3 months – 13 weeks and 6 days in as I write this. Nothing about me was ready for…2015Craft ItCraft ItSmile, Woman. SmileI am one of those people who have gone through life looking at things with their two front teeth. Buck teeth. That’s…2015Craft ItCraft ItFlattened breasts and forgotten egosLet me tell you the story about a girl of ambition I once knew. She was stubborn and young. Positive, she saw…