Wanja Kavengi

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Wanja Kavengis' diary:Waiting in line only to receive shoddy customer service

By Wanja Kavengi
Apr. 5, 2017

Wanja Kavengi: How my neighbour Aleki found himself a wife

The door slowly swung open, and the groom staggered with sleep and confusion, almost tripping on the long curtain hanging at the door. His custom-made tuxedo was just a pair of checked boxer shorts. He had a dry line of drool running from the corner of his mouth, halfway through his cheek.

By Wanja Kavengi
Apr. 12, 2017

Wanja Kavengi: My woeful journey inside a sorry, dilapidated piece of rusty metal

I wanted to use my hand(s) to fan away the repugnant smell of gaseous excrement from my face, but one of my arms was being mangled between the bosoms of two fat women while the other arm was wedged against someone’s buttocks.

By Wanja Kavengi
Apr. 26, 2017

Wanja Kavengi: My woeful journey inside a sorry, dilapidated piece of rusty metal

By Wanja Kavengi
Apr. 26, 2017

Four slices of bread that had my 4-year-old kicking and screaming

But something was wrong. Because the boy had flung himself down and bawled like a professional mourner, arms flailing, fists trembling, body rolling, screaming that he did not want the bread, shaking his head in disapproval. He did not want to see those slices of bread any more.

By Wanja Kavengi
May. 3, 2017

Four slices of bread that had my 4-year-old kicking and screaming

End of the road: How I dealt with the neighbor’s noisy cockerel

The chicken’s broth was delicious. And our nights were peaceful once again.

By Wanja Kavengi
May. 17, 2017

End of the road: How I dealt with the neighbor’s noisy cockerel

Diaries of a “plot” tenant

Someone will pour dirty water that has traces of spaghetti, sukuma wiki and ugali on your doorstep, soaking your slippers and 'jiko'.

By Wanja Kavengi
Jun. 7, 2017

Why I have embraced my facial acne

Recently, a child looked at my face keenly for several moments and asked me why I have little wounds on my face.

By Wanja Kavengi
Jun. 14, 2017

Of Killjoy radio presenters who just won't let the music play

DJ, just let the damn music play

By Wanja Kavengi
Aug. 9, 2017

Of Killjoy radio presenters who just won't let the music play

Hen attack that left me terrified

Utterly unprovoked, she immediately puffed up, became one size bigger, and started charging towards me, clucking dangerously. Since I was unprepared for an avian attack, I panicked a little as I frantically deliberated within myself whether to flee, or stand up for myself and fight my blood-thirsty assailant.

By Wanja Kavengi
Oct. 11, 2017

Wanja Kavengi:The era of social media givers

I have engaged in a few acts of kindness. Let me put it out there on the internet for the universe to behold because, sweet mercy, what is the point of acts of kindness if you are not going to parade them all over?

By Wanja Kavengi
Nov. 15, 2017