I took a memory of my past and compared to what it is now and to a point of view, I call it disaster would be development but in the planning the environmental factor was ignored. I remember while in…
In the land where I come from, I used to hear the elders saying that “not every day is a Sunday”. I never got the chance to ask them what that meant. However, as a small boy at the time,…

Men Are From Matric, Women From College

Written by Tiema Haji Muindi
From where I sit, I keep thinking that women are smarter than men — or is it something to do with perceived differences in maturity levels? Well, my brother from another mother would tell you that all women are smart…
I am a disturbed man, not because there’s a court order to attach my properties or because the mother of my six daughters has been recalled by her family delegates because of my failure to pay the 14-year-outstanding lobola. I…
My first cellphone was a huge Nokia brand, the size of a medium size cassava. It had some loud, scary ring tones that could have woken a snoring spouse. But thanks to a changing milieu, the dynamics of technology have…
Many quarrels and disagreements stem not from what was said but how it was said; the tone and attitude that comes with it. Many people think that this finding is an exaggeration skewed to favor women but it is just…

It's A Matter Of Manners

Written by Tiema Haji Muindi
From where I sit, I keep thinking that if the municipalities had garbage trucks for picking up all those people who lack common decency, some of us would be passengers. Starting in public places such as taxi ranks, beaches, restaurants…
I know that I have a poor memory and not just because I cannot remember when I last got paid my salary or when my next lobola instalment is due. It’s just that my memory and senses reject matters which…
I like the police. Really, I do. Without them, the people in prison would be out on the streets making our lives miserable. And if that wouldn’t be bad enough, there would be a lot more competition for jobs in…
Many times, I have found my brother from another mother at a crossroads. It’s not that his junk heap of a car had stalled, as usual, and he needed help. It is because he had been asked to do something…
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