Resistance Coming Home

In a few hours, Nasarites will treat us to what media friendly to them is calling ‘Grand Homecoming’. To the rest of us, this will, as usual, comical irony on wheels (and steroids). This is how:

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#KijabeChronicles: Last mile

Yesterday, the gods of the morning chill were in a huddled in a meeting with their queues and lethargy counterparts. They struck a deal, the chill gods withhold freezing kijabe mortals while the queue guys open the floodgates and make the medics lazy.

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Swinging Both Ways (Final part)

Its been roughly forty eight hours since I published Swinging Both Ways- with a Ring. Surprisingly on this platform, the reaction has been lukewarm but my inbox has been flooded with mixed messages (and emotions). From those that are outrightly pissed by Kim for being a double faced and selfish pervert who is bound to subject mama Ty to untold pain and misery to those that see it as Kims cross to carry to his death- they say that hornbill’s pain is hornbill’s pain,

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Kijabe chronicles

There are cold places and then there is Kijabe. You can tell you are in a different place right from when you step off the vehicle at that nondescript junction off Nairobi-Nakuru highway. Everyone here is heavily clothed and with a woolen cap, ( I guess those caps are stuffed with chicken feathers too). Their sense of fashion too is gory to say the least, here matching colors is for the rainbows only.

Fifty shillings later, you will most likely find yourself at AIC kijabe mission hospital, at least that’s where my fifty Bob took me. Interestingly, there ain’t many matatus on this route, instead there is a herd of old Toyota fielders, most of them thirsting for a mechanic and a good wash. If it’s your first time here like me, you can’t tell that the fifty bob fare is actually a rip-off. It is really given that the vehicle uses more of gravity than fuel to descend to the bowel of the earth where the famous hospital is located. My fielder driver almost engaged neutral almost immediately we had left Stage ya Baridi ( na mahindi choma).

If you are one of those environmental freaks who love lots of green and chirping birds, this is your place.

There is nothing much to write about the hospital except for the fact that they start their day with lots of prayers, I guess to encourage the sick and the dying. Plus the queues can be loooooooong!!!

Of interest is people here are a tad more slower than most other places, except Mombasa of course. I guess the chilly weather got into them. There isn’t much you can do in this weather except eat much and make babies.

As I await my admission or release, I must write about the staff, specifically the ladies because what is a long read without ass in it,right? These ladies are breathtakingly beautiful and their uniform hug them in all the right places. Come to think of it, this is a deliberate misery distraction policy employed on the patients by the hospital. Clever chaps these ones!! If am to be admitted, am sure one of these girls will be the night nurse.