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Inside Moonlighter...a brief argument ensues. She shouts at him asking why he forced her into the Matatu. Nixon quickly tries to calm her down. All the passengers are now staring, curious about the spectacle. The driver shouts back at Nixon "Nini uchokozi? Wachana na huyo manzi".   To the gal he says "If you are going to town....just relax. Tutakufikisha tu". The gal finally takes a seat in a huff after giving Nixon a piece of her mind. Meanwhile, Nixon feels safer now...more confident. The gal is now on "his" turf. Her anger seems to spur him on. A scheme of sorts begins to spin in his mind. He's got to have her and he's got to have her today. He looks over to where she is seated, carefully studying her face. You can still see the anger from the severe frown on her brow and the tightness of her lips. He laughs! She briefly glances at him and then looks out towards the window. He realises he needs to change his game plan to get her to be mor

This is not a joke. Rather, the life story of a Woman I have observed for years. A friend, a mentor, a wonderful woman of God. She is elderly now and her life is ebbing away. As I sat by her bedside, I couldn't help but remember the men who had come by her life...yet only one remained by her side. He truly was the last....and truly was the best. Not just the best of them all...but a man of honour, valour, great dignity and character. A man any woman would want to have as her husband. As I thought about her....the men in her past seem to pass me by...as if in a parade. THE JAIL BIRD Ex-prisoner and Rapist. He raped her and stole her innocence. Enough said THE CABINET MINISTER Back then, he was a businessman who was just starting off. You could see the signs of success. He was very social. So social that he had a string of girl friends from here to Timbuktu. THE STUDENT Campus student so bright....so loving...so devoted...so young. She wanted a more mature man and fail

Approximately 30 minutes after he had been released from the Industrial Area remand prison, Nixon is seated at the bus stop. Aimlessly watching both the human and motor traffic pass by. "It is a busy stage this one", he thought. He kept glancing at his watch as he restlessly waited for his dad's matatu on this route to come by. It is his only choice of transport since he does not have a coin on him. Nixon's dad is a local tycon, owning a fleet of matatu's on several routes, several real estate properties and a plush home in Muthaiga. Looking at Nixon, one would never tell. He is rough looking, with a cleanly shaved head, free of charge as provided by the Prison Warders at Industrial Area. He has on a grey t-shirt with streaks of dirt on it. His black trousers are worn and dirty too. On his feet, are a pair of bata slippers that have definitely seen better days. His hands were "stained"...the kind of hands that look dirty all the time no matter how ma

When I first met this little boy, I introduced myself as the woman he would never be able to get rid off for the rest of his life and then I said hello. He opened his eyes really wide and pursed his lips together. I burst out in laughter for I often did this! It was my signature move. “Now that’s my son!”I happily thought. Levi is now 4. I must say it's been a crazy journey. He is hyper, curious, extremely “destructive” but also one of the most intelligent kids I have ever met. Here are some of his adventures. At 2 years, he attempted to milk a cow by himself. Yes, he got the cow into the milking shed! Conquered “child proof” caps severally and consequently landed in hospital. NO, am not a careless mother, he is just a very special, intuitive childJ Frequently “Undresses” remotes by eating all the buttons Has taken 9 BP tablets AND lived to tell the story (or rather lived to allow me to tell the story) Accidentally drank paraffin consequently r