Back in the day, you noticed you are in shags when your car broke down and the only available spare part at the nearest shop — most probably a hardware — was a sledgehammer!

Mombasa is a holiday destination for many Kenyans. In December, the coastal town invariably teems with people because of the awesome holiday experience it offers.

During December holidays, children have unlimited and unsupervised free time. Other than the usual tinkering with electronics, vandalism, bumming around watching TV and experimenting with drugs and alcohol, teenagers quench their curiosity about sex.

Clueless younger people seemingly with a greedy fascination for the forbidden fruit, meet haphazardly.

Stories have been told of women who boost their social image by writing love letters to themselves. Others buy and send themselves gifts, delivered in the office

Few men would want to marry a barmaid. They claim they are normal women just like the rest, but men always approach them with a ‘touch and go’ mentality. Tired of mistreatment and discrimination, barmaids have spoken their minds, writes SILAS NYANCHWANI and TONY MALESI.

Last week as I watched news at supper time, I was shocked when President Uhuru read to the international criminal court the riot act as he rejected parallel trial with his deputy William Ruto. So authoritative was the President that I had to stop chewing the piece of fish and bolus of ugali I had just introduced in my mouth, to pay maximum attention. Forget power vacuum, the President missed his father’s memorial service, now they wanted him to miss the big bash — Kenya at 50? Clearly, they are dreamers! However, as much as the President is psyched up for the December 12 shindig, I’m sorry folks, it might not take place after all! I plan to interrupt it by launching a campaign against hunger and protesting VAT. And this, perdon the cliche, you can take it to the bank!

When I cleared campus I pound the tarmac — daily, job hunting. So daunting was this work of job-hunting that when I got one, the first thing I wished for — in honour of my hustling — was a street or two being named after me!

Despite my suspicion that weekends are made in china — they don’t last long, I always enjoy them. The last one was worse for it found me unwell. As I stared at the ceiling during my bed rest, nutty things began germinating on my small mind — suing the Government of Kenya.

The other day, I encountered an incident that really disturbed my mind. I had a one-hour break and ducked out of the office, ostensibly to kill three birds with one stone; eating lunch, meeting with a friend and doing a bank transaction.

Marriage is arguably the most intimate of all relationships human beings have in their lifetime. And as many will tell you, these unions are about honesty and openness. However, it is practically impossible for one to sustain such a life long union by being completely transparent with each other, writes TONY MALESI.

A While walking down the street the other day, I saw my for chemistry teacher. This is the man who single-highhandedly ruined my chances of getting into a serious profession in this country, by giving me-and I believe a host of many other hustlers, an extremely poor foundation in Chemistry