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Mike Muthaka
90 stories written for Craft It.
2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsThe Krest FilesBY MIKE MUTHAKA I hear school is reopening next week. And I can bet my marbles the lec is going to ask…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsA Thirsty PerformanceBY MIKE MUTHAKA I have a feeling he doesn’t like me too much. In his eyes I’m nothing but trouble. Each time…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsHeadlinesBY MIKE MUTHAKA She goes to Karura Forest on some Saturdays. She likes to walk along the narrow paths, with the sun…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsLeonardBY MIKE MUTHAKA The new addition to my nightstand is a hardback. It’s called The Greatest Generation, by Tom Brokaw. It’s a…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsHelenBY MIKE MUTHAKA She wore black on the day of the funeral. She remembers looking out the window as they were driving…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsPhysics, and a little bit of ChemistryBY MIKE MUTHAKA Her name was Salma. She wore lots of make-up, and she had a round face and big hips and…2018Urban GuideUrban GuideFive movies I watched last week (now that school’s out)BY MIKE MUTHAKA #1. Jersey Girl Ben Affleck is a big time exec in the entertainment industry. He has a fancy office…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsPump ManBY MIKE MUTHAKA Did you know 2,000 bob will get you 25.84 liters of kerosene in Kitengela? I didn’t. But the guy…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsBoys just wanna have funBY MIKE MUTHAKA Have you ever stood on Mama Ngina street, right outside International House, and one of the guards on the…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsNext MondayBY MIKE MUTHAKA Those were sad days. Everyone else was as jolly as Christmas would allow but you were holed up in…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsUncle BuckBY MIKE MUTHAKA It was one of the first movies I ever watched on DVD. ‘Planes, Trains & Automobiles’ starring Steve Martin…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsAn angel in spandexBY MIKE MUTHAKA A man sits behind a desk on the third floor of an old building. The room feels cramped. A…
Dusty RugsSome Moments. Some QuestionsBY MIKE MUTHAKA By the tap The water tank sat right next to a steaming sufuria. The path was rough and narrow.…2018Craft ItCraft ItSidelinesBY MIKE MUTHAKA A tow truck sits on the side of the road. Cars circle the roundabout and go without noticing the…
Dusty RugsTake this bread, SonBY MIKE MUTHAKA I can’t remember the last time I took communion. It must have been back in primary school – around…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsAbout Valentine’s DayBY MIKE MUTHAKA “What are you giving up for Lent?” “Ati?” “Wait. Are you Catholic?” I look up to see how the…2018Craft ItCraft ItCables and KingsBY MIKE MUTHAKA I’m distracted. I’m standing next to a glass cabinet, staring in amazement at the contents. The door of the…2018Craft ItCraft ItFrom Namanga Road, with LoveBY MIKE MUTHAKA My first real kiss came from the girl next door. Tongue and all. She was a year older than…2018Craft ItCraft ItThe HelpBY MIKE MUTHAKA The request hit Cathy’s Bureau at eleven thirty on a Wednesday morning. The phone in her office rung thrice…2018Craft ItCraft ItJoyceBY MIKE MUTHAKA The lollipop man outside Airtel lifts the stop sign at the zebra crossing. The cars at the front, on…2018Craft ItCraft ItShe’s a Catholic GirlBY MIKE MUTHAKA “I thought you’d stay and have some cake,” she says. My mind starts opening up in all sorts of…2018Craft ItCraft ItOld Dogs, Same TricksBY MIKE MUTHAKA You wake with a snap of the head, nauseated and sweaty. It’s 2AM. You feel feverish. Your head hurts.…
Dusty RugsA Dusty 2018BY MIKE MUTHAKA I want to try out celibacy this year. Wait, masturbation doesn’t count as celibacy, does it? I watched the…
Dusty RugsKnock on WoodBY MIKE MUTHAKA A case was brewing in the compound of New Light Senior Girls’ school. There were reports that the hedge…
Dusty RugsSome Moments. Some QuestionsBY MIKE MUTHAKA By the tap The water tank sat right next to a steaming sufuria. The path was rough and narrow.…2018Craft ItCraft ItSidelinesBY MIKE MUTHAKA A tow truck sits on the side of the road. Cars circle the roundabout and go without noticing the…Dusty RugsTake this bread, SonBY MIKE MUTHAKA I can’t remember the last time I took communion. It must have been back in primary school – around…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsAbout Valentine’s DayBY MIKE MUTHAKA “What are you giving up for Lent?” “Ati?” “Wait. Are you Catholic?” I look up to see how the…2018Craft ItCraft ItCables and KingsBY MIKE MUTHAKA I’m distracted. I’m standing next to a glass cabinet, staring in amazement at the contents. The door of the…2018Craft ItCraft ItFrom Namanga Road, with LoveBY MIKE MUTHAKA My first real kiss came from the girl next door. Tongue and all. She was a year older than…2018Craft ItCraft ItThe HelpBY MIKE MUTHAKA The request hit Cathy’s Bureau at eleven thirty on a Wednesday morning. The phone in her office rung thrice…2018Craft ItCraft ItJoyceBY MIKE MUTHAKA The lollipop man outside Airtel lifts the stop sign at the zebra crossing. The cars at the front, on…2018Craft ItCraft ItShe’s a Catholic GirlBY MIKE MUTHAKA “I thought you’d stay and have some cake,” she says. My mind starts opening up in all sorts of…2018Craft ItCraft ItOld Dogs, Same TricksBY MIKE MUTHAKA You wake with a snap of the head, nauseated and sweaty. It’s 2AM. You feel feverish. Your head hurts.…Dusty RugsA Dusty 2018BY MIKE MUTHAKA I want to try out celibacy this year. Wait, masturbation doesn’t count as celibacy, does it? I watched the…Dusty RugsKnock on WoodBY MIKE MUTHAKA A case was brewing in the compound of New Light Senior Girls’ school. There were reports that the hedge…