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A Photo of a Young lady working remotely online. Photo/Getty Images. Meru elders once dropped a gem that goes, “Ukitega mtego wa kimû, hautashika mmoja tu.” Translation? If you set a trap for a mole, don’t be shocked when a whole family reunion falls in. Case in point? Bilbo. You remember Bilbo, right? That backstreet keg-joint heroine I wrote about? Yes, that Bilbo. Well, turns out the blog did what blogs do best—it traveled. Wide. Even Bilbo’s radar picked it up. She read it. And ladies and gentlemen, the Afrocinema continues… Scene 1: A Decent Drinking Spot (For Once) Last week, I linked up with an old friend. You know, one of those responsible human beings who still believe in cutlery and chairs that don't creak with tetanus. They convinced me to ditch the swampy keg den for a "decent" establishment. So there I was, mentally adjusting to functioning restrooms and walls with actual paint. Just as we were strutting in—clean shoes and all—guess who spotted me like...

Men Enjoying Keg at a local joint. Photo/Daily Nation. Ladies and gentlemen, gather around—grab your favorite bottle of Jug Daniels (you know, that backstreet version of Jack Daniel’s with a suspicious aftertaste of rusty taps and broken dreams). I have something to confess, and I say this with the weight of a thousand heartbreaks and one very bruised ego: I have come to the rock-solid conclusion that I will never understand women. Now, a wise (read: wildly intoxicated) friend once whispered a golden nugget into my confused soul: “If you want to win a lady over… lie to her. Lie like your romantic future depends on it.” I scoffed. “Surely, not all women fall for lies?” I thought to myself, still clutching onto truth like it was a university degree I paid full HELB price for. But curiosity—and loneliness—are dangerous companions. So one day, I gave in. The Pre-Lie Era: Where Honesty Got Me Nothing But Solitude Before embracing my new life as a charming fibber, I was what you'd call a...

 Butere Girl's Perform 'Echoes of War' in the Regional level before grabbing State's Attention. PHOTO/Standard Media Group. If there was ever a perfect example of life imitating art, then the events of the last two days in Nakuru during the 63rd edition of the Kenya National Drama Festivals would qualify for an Oscar. Or at the very least, a standing ovation. Now, for those not in the know, Kenya’s high school drama festivals have always been a delightful cocktail of satire, political jabs, and cultural storytelling. But this year, Butere Girls High School, the undisputed queens of theatrical rebellion, outdid themselves with their play, Echoes of War. Zakayo Must Go: The Play That Shook the Nation The play, which tackled themes of governance, betrayal, and youth activism, quickly turned into a political battlefield, thanks to one rather catchy chant—“Zakayo must go!” (And no, they weren’t talking about a biblical tax collector). This phrase, a cheeky nod to a certain h...

  A screen grab of the bar was to low conversation trending on TikTok.  Photo/TNX Africa Alright, my people, gather around because the ladies have done it again. TikTok is currently on fire with the latest trend called "The Bar Was Too Low." This challenge hilariously highlights the shocking (and sometimes tragic) lengths women have gone to just to keep a man. And let me tell you, the stories range from mildly questionable to outright insanity. I’ve seen clips of women confessing to donating a kidney to their mother-in-law, just so they could be “wife material.” Others talk about staying in relationships where their partner treated them worse than an expired loaf of bread. Some even tolerated blatant cheating, disrespect, and the infamous “he’ll change” syndrome. Ladies, please! If suffering was a sport, some of you would have Olympic gold medals. But hold on. Aren’t these the same ladies who have sky-high standards for men? The ones who expect six-figure salaries, six-pa...

A picture a man holding Kenyan Bank Notes. Photo/Getty images Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, tushosh na tuguka! Gather around because there’s a new trend shaking the dating streets like a boda boda on a rocky road. It’s called Talking Stage Billing , and it’s turning first dates into financial transactions faster than you can say "babe, send me fare." Now, I wouldn’t be telling you this if I hadn’t experienced it firsthand. Multiple times. In fact, at this point, I should probably start an online support group for victims. Picture this: You meet a beautiful lady, and things seem to be going well—laughter, flirtation, maybe even a little romantic tension. Then, like clockwork, the conversation takes a sharp left turn: “ Babe, can you send me fare?” Or worse, “ Hey, I need to do my nails, you got me ?” Before you can even process what just happened, you're being hit with requests for salon money, Uber fare, and some suspicious "emergency" that needs urgent ...

  Former Public Service Cabinet Secretary Justin Muturi. PHOTO/Nation Kenyan politics is a high-stakes kitchen, where loyalty is the main ingredient and speaking your mind can get you burned. For former Public Service Cabinet Secretary Justin Muturi, his goose wasn’t just cooked—it was roasted, basted, and plated the moment he dared to speak out against the government’s handling of the Gen Z protests and the disturbing wave of abductions targeting young activists. Muturi, a political heavyweight with decades of experience, must have known that going public about his son Leslie Muturi’s abduction was like poking a beehive with a short stick. But perhaps he believed his long-standing service in government—spanning from his days as National Assembly Speaker to his various ministerial roles—would shield him from political retribution. Well, as it turns out, even seasoned politicians can miscalculate. Ruto’s “Incompetent” Verdict: The Kiss of Death President William Ruto didn’t waste ti...

  Images of Children holding gifts. PHOTO/Getty Images Scrolling through TikTok the other day, I stumbled upon a challenge that made me drop my phone, rub my eyes, and pick it up again just to be sure I wasn’t hallucinating. The challenge? "The Useless Thing I Got My Baby." Now, before you imagine mothers unwrapping pointless baby gifts, let me clarify—the "useless thing" in question is none other than absentee or deadbeat dads. Yes, you read that right. Single moms are roasting the fathers of their children with ruthless precision, exposing them in viral videos. And just when you think it can't get worse, you realize some of these deadbeat dads aren’t just one-time offenders—they appear in multiple videos by different women. It’s like they’re running a franchise of fatherlessness. Imagine a guy minding his business, scrolling through TikTok, only to see himself trending as the "useless thing" in five different baby mamas’ posts. Yikes. This got me...