By the Idler-in-Chief Here in Nyagenke, we have learnt to measure politricks not by the yardstick of truth, but by the springiness of tongues. This wisdom was freshly confirmed last week, when Doktari Timua of Jericho, a man who insists on introducing himself with the full title, “Doktari,” even when only buying sukuma mwaka at […]

By the Idler-in-Chief You already know that Nyagenke Technopolis has always been a place of experiments. Long before your town discovered expressways and parking boys invented “Pay or I Scratch Your Car,” the Nyagenkeans had perfected the art of improvisation. But even I, the certified Idler-in-Chief, was unprepared for the latest invention: the human waste […]

By the Idler-in-Chief You already know that Nyagenke Technopolis has always been a place of experiments. Long before your town discovered expressways and parking boys invented “Pay or I Scratch Your Car,” the Nyagenkeans had perfected the art of improvisation. But even I, the certified Idler-in-Chief, was unprepared for the latest invention: the human waste […]

By the Idler-in-Chief Here in Nyagenke, we have several categories of citizens; the hardworking, the politicians and the idle, whose interests I largely serve. We also have the wigs. You see, wigs are not just head-covering decorations. They’ve fully assimilated into our life and unconfirmed reports show that some wigs own voter’s cards, and made […]

The ugly side of this life is that a time comes when the head starts to have cobwebs. When that time comes, one starts to forget things. However, the handsome news for you is that I have the memory of an elephant, whatever that means. So I vividly recall that I mentioned here some months […]