Penetrating the Kenyan film industry as a newbie scriptwriter is very hard.
Abel Mutua read my threads, loved them, and invited me to work on a project with him. Since then, reaching him had been crazy. Another producer once offered to pay a paltry 100k for a feature film script that I had spent 2 years working and polishing on.
Another producer bought The Campus Exile book. He loved the book, called, and offered 50k for the full rights

Story Thread

When they said, “A man who hangs around a beautiful girl without speaking his intention ends up fetching water for guests at her wedding,” I should have been attentive. I wasn’t. The first time that I did not spot my matatu babes in her usual matatu seat was the day I realized that I had been secretly falling in love with her. She was my matatu girlfriend. I have heard people say that they have office girlfriends, staffroom girlfriends, etc.

Story Thread

I recently learned that I am not the only tenant that our apartment’s caretaker tells the secrets of other tenants. For a while, I thought that I was the special tenant whom he loved telling the escapades of our apartment. Our apartment has had a share of scandals that would get the attention of Lady Whistledown. Some of the scandals are so intimidate they made wonder how they ended up in the caretaker's ears. How did he find out that the man who used to live in E4 had a negative partenity test.

Story Thread.

I have stepped out of my house to grab a six-pack of Tusker from my hood’ alcohol seller. I am a light and slow drinker therefore, the six-pack is enough to serve me for the three-day-long weekend, the Mashujaa Day, and the weekend. At the counter, I am queuing behind two fine girls. Their words are sluggish, their voice high, and their gaze and guise are unstable. From their aura, they are already imbibed.
On the counter, there are 4 bottles of alcohol.

I wrote a short story called The Red Thigh Girl. The story is based on the Kikuyu myth that points to the existance of femme fetal women.
While writing this short story, I researched about it and asked friends (young and old) from the Kikuyu community if they have heard about it Most of the people that I asked confirmed that they have heard about it, some knows someone who has had an experience with the red thighed women.
Nobody, among the Giguyus, can tell the true original of the red thighed women. There exists different theories...

STORY THREAD

I learned that visiting a girlfriend’s house without notice can be a calamitous mission. My girlfriend, Kendi, lived in a bedsitter somewhere in Tasia Estate, a few blocks from a military barracks in Embakasi. The last time I visited her house, I left my jumper hanging on her wall and hoped that its masculine presence would be signal enough to scare away other men. Just like the Masais erect spears outside a house to signal the existence of another man in that house.

Story Thread

Last night, I was hit with a strong aroma coming from my neighbor's house. His wife is a hotelier. On some days, the aroma of her cooking casts a spellbinding smell in the entire apartment. Last night was one such day. The aroma was so strong I could not resist its invitation. The aroma of fresh home-cooked food reminded me that I had not taken homemade food for ages. I gave up on cooking at home because I am a bad cook.

STORY THREAD

In recent months, my family, especially my aunt, has decided to employ guerrilla tactics in its fight to liberate me from the jaws of senior bachelorhood. I am 30, 4 years more than the eldest age a man has ever married in my family. To break this marriage age cap by 4 years is something that my family, seemingly, was not expecting, and is not prepared to tolerate beyond the 4 years.
It started when I was 28. My grandmother started talking gloriously and lavishly about a fresh-university graduate that

The Kenyan history that was taught in schools portrayed one Kenyan leader as the true villain of colonialism. But was Nabongo Mumia the villain of colonialism?
No.
1. He did not help or allow the British to grab his people's land, as some celebrated colonial-era leaders did. 2. Nabongo Mumia did not permit or help the British to recruit the people of his Kingdom, Luhyas, to offer free and forced labor in British-owned plantations, as some celebrated colonial leaders did to their people.

This man, Nabongo Mumia Shiundu, was the first African man to be invited to England by the Royal Family. He was invited to attend the coronation of King Edward VII in 1902. An invitation that he failed to honor after heeding advice from his Arab friends at the port of Mombasa While colonizing Kenya, as the British cutthroats advanced into the interior of Kenya, they made contact with perhaps the largest and most powerful kingdom in Africa at that time, The Wanga Kingdom.
The Wanga Kingdom was so large that it stretched from West Uganda,

STORY THREAD.

When I was young and dumb, I was subjected to a grueling process of defending my innocence against cheating allegations before a jury of 4 girls. The four girls were my ex-girlfriend’s best friends. I still shudder at the thought that I stayed in the WhatsApp group defending myself.
I am not exaggerating when saying that this girl was a piece of exquisite God’s artistry. For her beauty, I became a simp. I simped purposely out of fear of losing her. Anita was her name.

STORY THREAD

Walking into the CDB for the first time made me realize that people who had been to the city ahead of me lied a lot. I reckoned that they intentionally left out the nitty-gritty advice to have me experience the same cruelty that they experienced as city newcomers. My experience as a newcomer in Nairobi was disastrous, grueling, and stressful. I came to Nairobi for the first time in 2012 to pursue my studies at the University of Nairobi.
After helping me through the admission process, my cousin gave me some advice

Story Thread

It is 6 PM, today. I walk into a club in Thika to grab one and two beers before MKU students turn it into an unruly place. Almost immediately, a man in his 40s or 50s or thereabouts walks in after me. He takes the next table. The music is low and slow. A few people around, mainly, the people of his age. The one whose eardrums can't withstand the rumbles of Amapiano and Afrobeats. The DJ is playing Rhumba.

Mathematics and I have had a turbulent, catastrophic, and unforgiving relationship since we knew each other.
Like on this day in high school...
During the Rift Valley Provincial Music Festivals, I met a girl from Moi Girl's Eldoret and fell in love with her.

Thread MGE was the kind of school where the girls stayed on their bus reading Utengano, an Enemy of the People, or The River Between while the rest of the schools were socializing. And in the cases where the music or drama festivals happened at the time when exams were ongoing

Short story thread.

You guys haven’t met a dramatic (ex) girlfriend yet. My friend came face to face with one real drama queen, GK Nyambura pro max. Ken had just dumped the girl, and barely a week, he was in the arms of another girl. Unbeknownst to him, the day the new girl visited, is the same day his ex-girlfriend and her park of 5 attacker girls had planned to visit him to ‘pick her clothes.’
They lied to the security guard that they were escorting their friend to pick up clothes.

STORY THREAD

My friend recently learned that losing your girl in Ruaka to a Nigerian man living in Ruaka is as easy as ABC. It is so easy that sometimes all the Naija man has to do to win her attention is to brandish his pidgin English accent; not his money or his iPhone 11. There are ladies in Nairobi that believe that their life jackpot is packaged in dating the flashy Nigerian men. Some are so delusional that they are moving to estates preferred by the Nigerians as their residency; Roysambu, Ruaka, Kilimani, and Westlands.

STORY THREAD
On Monday, I witnessed a birthday surprise party that terribly went wrong. Surprises are romantic gestures, but when executed wrongly, they can go terribly wrong. I spent the better part of the day sipping on a bottle of Tusker at a swish eatery in the CBD. It is where I sat, meeting readers that were picking up their signed copies of the Campus Exile.
As I waited for more people to get their signed copies, a sassy lady dressed like she was out on a date walked into the hotel and sat at the adjacent table. Her face was radiant.

STORY THREAD
One day, my friend Kanyi and I went out to grab one and two beers in some dingy Pub in Kasarani. Kanyi had just received his payment from an academic writing account, and he thought we should hit the road and have some booze. He littered our table with lots of beers. At the next table, there was a burly man wearing shorts, open shoes, and a vest. He had a long beard and dreadlocks. Next to him was a very petite girl, and very beautiful. Occasionally, she would stroke his beards in their drunken state.

STORY THREAD

‘I will call you when I need you,’ Linet told her boda bae. She adjusted the cups of her off-shoulder-strapless dress to reveal her cleavage. She pulled the hem of her mini-skirt above her knees to expose more of her thigh. With her small purse clutched beneath her arms, she walked towards the entrance of the club.
She exchanged smiles with a few men at the club’s parking lot to develop a rapport with them before some of them became victims of her robbery through sedation.

A High School TBT
My first ever encounter with the police happened when I was in high school, form 3. It wasn't pleasant at all. It started as a confrontation between a group of students and two traffic officers in Kitale.
On that day, I was walking among a group of animated students walking from school to Kitale Town for the midterm break. We were around 10 classmates trekking from school to Kitale town. Between Kitale Town and my school, there used to be a traffic police roadblock. It is at this point that I met these two police officers.

STORY THREAD

CHRISTOPHER OWIRO ALIAS KARL MARX
The Legend, the Myth, and the Tragedy of a Gallant Student Leader.

For those who don’t know him, Karl Marx was a man loved and revered by students for his student activism, championing for the rights of students and Kenyans, Equally, he was hated and feared by his enemies and critics for the manner in which he instilled fear and sometimes bullied them into submission, sometimes with the help of a battalion of a cult-like and loyal University of Nairobi students following.