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As I type this article, I’m deeply in thoughts. What does an entity have to offer? I know you’ll argue about this. There’s so much we can get out of this life. Right? But that’s not my point. We all get into this world through the normal process that I don’t think I must get into details. Here comes my concern. Don’t you think there’s much more than just the traditional way of life? I mean, get born, go to school – and complete all the education stages, that’s if you’re lucky. Get employment (again, if you’re lucky), or self-employ yourself. What next? Get married then have kids. Travel around and do stuff. Of course, in between the process, there’re matters of religion. Grow old and old, then die. Sometimes we die before the old age, meaning old age is not a guarantee. I think there must be something more, something beyond the primary way we live. Just something, but I don’t know what it is. Anyway, enough of all that. In this world, you’re either rich, poor, or trash. I had no id...

We’re not the same. Another man’s food is another man’s poison or vice versa. What makes you laugh may piss me off. It’s life though, no hard feelings. But there are things that make living interesting. Especially in Kenya. Wait, not just in Kenya, but in this swiping, scrolling, sliding, selfie, and the famous memes world. What else can you do with your smartphone during those dull moments? If not going through a few memes on either WhatsApp status, Facebook walls and groups, IG, or Twitter. I’m standing in a queue waiting to board a matatu back to my room. If you’ve been to Nairobi, you understand how ugly such moments can be, especially in the evenings starting at 1730hrs to around 2000hrs. To kill the boredom, I pull out my phone, plug in the earphones, select one of my favorite playlists, then hit play. I then head to my WhatsApp status section to see what my contacts have in store for me. As usual, I’m not disappointed. There are plenty, but I won’t go through a...

I’m typing this at 0322hrs as I take some steaming hot tea. As I sit on a sack full of potatoes, I notice that the chill that was biting starts to fade away. The morning is as fresh as you can paint the picture. No chirruping of birds here as could be the case in the village. A few guys are roaming the streets. So, you think people sleep as you do? Not really. Opposite Kanu house, things are happening. Money is changing hands very fast as people go about their businesses. Some are running up, others down. At the extreme end of the street, just before the roundabout, a young lady's business is booming. I’ll call her Mary. There is an above-average sufuria on a coal jiko. In it some tea boiling. Beside it is a table. The table has KDFs, boiled eggs, some burns, mandazis, and a few more things. People flock the table to be served. These are mkoko guys among others, energizing themselves ready to hit the road with sacks of Irish potatoes, mangoes, oranges, bananas, etc. “...