Some Mothers Do Have Them

Bringing up teenagers could be as maddening as trying to make sense out of our PR-based Jubilee political circus. Teenage is an interesting time because all teenagers think they have it all figured out. The teenager has difficulty connecting his actions with the oncoming consequences. I will give you an example.

I love jogging in parks mostly for the ambience created by trees and the off chance of meeting a female jogger tying her shoe laces. On this particular day, I decided to go for an early evening jog. I am a bit of a rat, metaphorically speaking when on the run, always looking for new trails (Panya routes) to break the monotony of a continuous circuit jog.

Craving for adventure, I turn down an overgrown path with overt signs of disuse quite intent on getting lost. Losing your bearings in a park is a perfect strategy for running the much talked about the extra mile as you try to figure your way back to familiarity. My pace had slowed down to a trot.

Trees in a cluster can have an overbearing influence almost condescending, in demanding acknowledgement. I was lost in a moment of utopian green peace until these two teenagers crudely snapped me back to reality.

What’s Sex Got To Do With It?

I recently got reacquainted with Mantak Chia famed works as translated by one Michael Winn. Master Chia is a renowned teacher of human sexuality, who popularized the idea of sex as a healing force and mainstreamed esoteric traditions of the East.

So, there I was reading this book and everyone around me, staring in disbelief. It had the kind of title that demanded a comment.  ‘Taoist Secrets of Love – Cultivating the male sexual energy’. It has been years since I read Mantak Chia’s works and I was pleased to discover his work is now ready available online.

As an adventurous anthropologist, I was merely trying to get to the bottom of the one issue that Kenyans have continued to avoid like garlic breath – the ticking time bomb of our raging sexual energy.

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.