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Shosh Sarah Mpinda Nkubitu. Photo/Samuel Kaimenyi-Facebook. My dearest readers, today I take a short commercial break from my usual storytelling chaos to pay tribute to a very special woman — my grandmother, the legendary Shosh Sarah Mpinda Nkubitu. This week, I received the heartbreaking news of her passing. For days, I disappeared indoors like a politician after losing elections — no calls, no jokes, no social life, just me, memories, and occasional dramatic sighs while staring at the ceiling. But now that I’ve slowly accepted the reality, I feel compelled to tell you about the Shosh I knew. You see, I spent most of my infancy with my grandmother from the age of zero to almost six years old. In fact, at that tender age, I genuinely believed I was Shosh’s lastborn child. Why? Because she was all I knew. The woman practically raised me with one hand while carrying firewood with the other. And from her, I learned the purest form of love — unconditional love. The kind of love where someo...

  G-Maggie, The only man in Meru whose mask causes more panic than fuel prices. Photo/G-Maggie, Facebook.  Hello my good people and die-hard readers. And for Arsenal fans… salamu ni tofauti kabisa. I hope mko “Budapest” watu wangu wa Arsenali. Stay strong, brighter days are loading… maybe. Now, this post is not about football. This one is about three men, one mask, one keyboard, and enough Facebook drama to qualify for a Netflix documentary. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the latest episode of “Meru Online Wars.” This past week, Meru Facebook groups have been hotter than tea at a chama meeting. The battlefield? A three-way online wrestling match featuring: G-Maggie Wa Meru — masked boda boda rider, activist, and Meru’s unofficial Batman. Ken Wesley — blogger, commentator, and part-time online FBI investigator. Rafiki Wa Stima Untamed — motivational speaker for chaos and supplier of mysterious threats. The Man Behind The Mask At the center of the storm is G-Maggie, the now-fa...

Meru Team displays their trophy after winning the Aquadel Sponsored Pool Tournament at Aquadel’s Carwash and Auto Spa. Photo/Felix Kinyua. Happy Labour Day weekend, dear readers. I won’t insult you by asking how your weekend was—because, frankly, it probably wasn’t anywhere near mine. And now that the hangover has respectfully vacated your system, allow me to explain why. After what felt like a national waiting period (kuwachocha for centuries), Aquadel’s Pool Table Tournament finally happened. And if you missed it—my friend—today will be a difficult day for you. Not because of anything you did, but because of everything you didn’t experience. You see, Aquadel events are like petrol in today’s economy—rare, valuable, and when they show up, everybody scrambles. The Arrival Pool lovers casually chill as they wait for the tournament to begin. Photo/Felix Kinyua. I pulled up at Aquadel’s Carwash and Auto Spa slightly past 5 PM, thinking I was fashionably late. Rookie mistake. The place was...

Fans following a game at a previous Edition of Aquadel’s Pool Tournament. PHOTO/Felix Kinyua. As a dependable Meru-based freelance journalist (read: permanently busy and selectively available), my calendar is usually tighter than a drum at a church fundraiser. The only loophole in this madness is the occasional escape to Makutano’s backstreets—yes, the unofficial headquarters of stories, characters, and the sacred art of mushene ya Meru. Before you ask, yes—everything I do there is strictly legal. I just happen to meet very interesting people in very interesting places. Don’t act surprised. Makutano is the capital of Meru, whether Google Maps agrees or not. Now, because of this ever-demanding schedule, many events pass me by unnoticed. That was until I discovered Aquadel’s Pool Table Tournaments—the one event that refuses to be ignored. And judging by how they sell out faster than cheap plots in Timau, I’m clearly not the only one paying attention. Let me paint the picture for you. Aqu...

From Left Mr. Mutuma, Ms. Murugi, Captain Lewis and the Event winner Evans Kathunkumi.  Photo/Felix Kinyua .  If there’s one thing about my weekends, it’s that they refuse to behave. They come with plot twists, surprise characters, and enough drama to qualify for a Netflix deal. Naturally, I look forward to them like a politician looks forward to campaign season. Now, let’s rewind. The week leading up to this masterpiece of a weekend? Brutal. My boss—may blessings locate him—decided that idle hands were not just the devil’s workshop, but apparently also my personal brand. Every hour was accounted for. I worked. I sweated. I survived. Barely. But as the wise philosophers once said, “All work and no play makes Jack a very boring WhatsApp status.” So on Saturday, balance had to be restored. The Warm-Up: Cobra’s Place Before the main event, there was a “pre-game”—you know, the kind that pretends to be casual but is actually a full dress rehearsal for chaos. My good friend Kevo and...

  Mr. Mutuma, in blue Awards the winner of the Legends Pool Tournament Lewis AKA Lewi, (in the middle). Photo/ Felix Kinyua . Happy Easter, my beloved readers. Now before anyone says anything, let me just remind you—mimi kitu haiwezi nipita ni form. Some of us were born to struggle, others to survive, but me? Clearly I was created to live a fan life. A professional spectator. A full-time vibes consultant. But today is not about my greatness, even though it deserves its own holiday. This is yet another Kwa Murugi’s Classic, proudly sponsored by Mann Insurance and the CEO herself, because excellence apparently travels with backup. Let me confess, this whole thing was unplanned. I got one of those “kuja tu” calls that either lead to free entertainment or questionable decisions. Before I could even think twice, a not-so-familiar guy was at my place ready to pick me up like I’m some guest of honour. I didn’t ask questions. In Meru, you enter the car first, then you ask God for direction...