The One Night Stand

You would think, the threat of AIDS would have slowed down our promiscuity levels but clearly it did not happen. Men are still doing it and women love it. Hook up sex is dangerous but that was never good enough a reason for people to stop delving into it.

Smoking kills and everyone knows the more you drink and drive the more likely it is for trees to start crossing roads.  We are living in the era of the hook up culture. Men are absolutely in love with it and women continue to oblige.

It all starts out so casually.

Guest Post: Fear of Vasectomy is All Ego, No Science

Words: Morris Kiruga

Sometime in 2013, I made my way to the Sarit Center food court to meet a man with a curious story. I had met him, through the surgeon who had done his vasectomy barely seven months before. Finding both of them, 34-year-old Moses Kimani and his doctor, Dr. Charles Ochieng’ had at first felt like doing a story on an underground movement.

In February 2013, Kimani, a young pastor with a city church, had left his small family on a journey to the lakeside city of Kisumu. It was a long journey, perhaps long enough for him to think even more about his mission.

Hands Off Our Girls

I have always had issues with the glorification of the term Team Mafisi. Not so much for the boyish bravado that underlines the desire to seek more female attention than one can handle. But because the term Team Mafisi is a sexual innuendo that on the surface looks like harmless fun, though in reality it is a layered statement that is often used as a cover for sex predators.

Ironically, the original meaning of Team Mafisi was rooted on an entirely different premise. I picked up this insight during a discussion with a man called Tomah who is behind the Sheng Nation project; a smart initiative to legitimise Sheng as a recorded language. Tomah and his crew at the Sheng Nation had done extensive work tracking the roots of many Sheng phrases and invariably captured subtle elements of Nairobi’s Eastlands neighbourhood’s social evolution.

Sex Is Just The 10 Percent

Electricity has changed nightlife in shags. We do not interact with the night the same. I do not remember the last time I saw a fire fly. Even night runner stories are scarce.  With stima, you can do what you do in your house in Nairobi at night. Watch TV and have all your devices on, tracking trending news.

Since it is a single TV set, my nephews hog it watching one action series after another. On this night, after a long day transplanting veggies in the hot sun, I really needed a stiff drink and a good movie to wind down my day. My nephew insisted the series, he had selected was ‘dope’. I find his taste in entertainment appalling but I was trying to keep an open mind.

I should have read a book. The storyline was going nowhere. The plot was bland, the characters one-dimensional and I wondered why anyone would go through this sort of punishment in the name of entertainment. We ended up enduring the series to trash it, as we do with some Nollywood movies, that are so bad, that they are good. Then a scene came on, and our redeeming actor who played a reckless fun seeker, dragged two high, giggling, women with svelte bodies for a steamy romp in bed. After a few lines of cocaine.

My nephew turned to me and asked, “Is this the kind of fun you guys used to have?”

Young, Horny And Restless

I was invited to a school to deliver a motivational talk to a group of preadolescent and adolescent youngsters.  I regretted the invitation as soon I accepted it because school kids are a difficult proposition. Adults can be forgiving when you are boring, however a young school audience work with the assumption that you will be stale unless you produce hits like Sauti Sol or have a TV show like Jeff Koinange. I did not want to be preachy, with the usual work hard spiel, go to Harvard, be all you want to be.

Standing in front of the young audience, I started by announcing what I thought were ‘my cool’ credentials, ending up quoting the Fresh Prince, Will Smith from a song out of the 80s, “Parents just do not understand” a reference that only their parents would understand. Half the gathering was lost in thought, the other half, looking everywhere but at me and the few who were paying attention refused to laugh at my lame jokes. I kept it short and concluded by pleading with my young audience to share what was truly on their minds and not just want they thought their teachers wanted to hear.