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A Chinese and an African met in Europe. CHINESE: Xhenxhi Honhong is my name AFRICAN: Nice to meet you, my name is Emmanuel Noël de Souza CHINOIS: So you are not African but Franco-Brazilian? AFRICA N: of course, I am African CHINESE: And your name is Emmanuel Noël De Souza? AFRICAN: Yes, I owe my parents that pretty name. CHINESE: Even the names to wear that do not require any technique, no technology, you are not able to produce by yourselves , you have to import them . We didn't know that before. We will start right now manufacturing names to sell them to you. It is out of the question that we leave this vast and affordable name market to Europeans. And you will prefer our names for a well-known reason: "Made in China" is always cheaper. AFRICAN: You also make jokes , so that's fine. And what are you doing here? CHINOIS: I study neuroscience and I'm also very interested in robotics. I also give classes on Chinese civilization at the University D of...

I live and breathe Africa. I am one of the rare African thinkers who lives among his people, spending time in markets and farms, attending funerals, listening more than speaking, and conducting most of daily life in African languages. I observe from inside, not from a distance. Not in conference rooms. Not online. And from that vantage point, one truth has become impossible to ignore: We have a promiscuity problem, and it is quietly bankrupting us. Across social classes, from university students to senior managers, ministers, and executives, the same pattern repeats. Men and women compulsively, addictively, and purposelessly pursue sex, spending incalculable amounts of time, energy, and attention feeding desire with no higher aim. Today, the internal definition of male success has collapsed into a crude metric: the number of women a man has slept with. This is not harmless indulgence. This is not private morality. This is a structural failure costing African nations their c...

Most married men in their 40s and 50s are single!  These are the men who spend their evenings in bars till past midnight when they go home to find their wives dead asleep. Nothing excites them going home early.  If you ask them they will tell you the once happy insititution of marriage no longer exists. The wives became too busy with work, they no longer romance as before, the wives became rude etc.  This is the life men with one wife go through.  Now, if these fellows want to bring that insitution of marriage back- the happy old days, they need to marry another wife who should be probably in her late 20s or early 30s.  The first wife who's busy will see competition and she will up her game and change for better. The newly married wife will want to make Mzee happy by bringing in her best to him.  The married-single man will then start living like a lion.  Polygamy solves a lot of family issues.  Viva polygamy N/B This post is meant to annoy a busy...

You can’t help but get pissed when you see women driving SUVs and living in leafy suburbs, while my boys are stuck in single room shacks. The only green they know is the sewage of their own shit flowing through Paipu and Umoja. Truth is, we lost this game a long time ago. The problem is we are still playing by the same rules while they keep winning. Instead of facing it, those with inferiority complexes turn on the ladies and dismiss their hustle. We do not admit they have become better dribblers in this ball game called life. Instead, we shout from the roadside as SUVs pass, calling them kept women, mistresses, “mapoko wa masonko,” “wife ya dosi,” or inheritance. Meanwhile, we waste hours at the car wash plotting quickies with Adhiambo or joking about Njeri moving from Umoja to South B. What we miss is that the same Njeri is saving every shilling to clear her Sacco loan for a plot in Kitengela. I am not here to tell men not to seek exclusivity with their kept women. Men need safe spac...

The wife's first instinct once she gets home, is to tell you - the husband - about her entire day.  First, she'll diss whoever irritates her in the office.  You'll hear of the obnoxious HR, who gets double ration from Mama Chai.  "Imagine M'Babaz anakula mandazi nane tukikula mbili mbili ...." Your role as the husband is to shake your head, and mutter something like: Wololo 😊 Stacy, the Secretary, has never been in her good books since she drunkenly hugged you in that office party, circa 2010.  This time, Stacy has begun a side gig - selling bras from the boot of her Vitz.  "Babe, imagine anakuletea Size D ninunue. Mi nakaa kuvaa Size D? Nkt".  She'll dive into office politics. How so-and-so is still drawing hardship allowance though it's a year since they transferred back from Dadaab.  "Ile siku atanijaribu, atanijua. Nitasimamisha huto tupesa na vile loan imemkalia...." 🙂 You, the husband - know very well she's the major pro...

In Class 5 at Itongo Sengera Primary School, our teacher of English was the headmaster, Mr. Mosongo. He was a man from my village… and the most white-looking black man I’ve ever seen.  One afternoon after break, he strolled in with English Aid, that tiny little book from hell, and his signature warm smile, a smile that vanished instantly and turned into horror when he got annoyed.  Now… next door, in Class 6, Mr. Morimbocho was forcing pupils to understand .. And no, he wasn’t using a microphone! His mouth was the microphone. And because Class 6 had no door — like most rooms in our school — his voice blasted right into ours.  Honestly, if the school wanted to raise money for doors, they could just rent him out as a sound system for church crusades. Anyway… Mosongo started teaching. The topic was Countable and Uncountable Nouns and the focus of the day was uncountable nouns.  Water, milk — uncountable. Money — uncountable.  He added examples like, "How much water...

"From good people you’ll learn good, but if you mingle with the bad you’ll destroy such soul as you had."  - Musonius Rufus, quoting Theognis of Megara, Lectures, 11.53.21–22 Explanation: - Musonius Rufus, through the words of Theognis, emphasizes the profound impact of our social environment on our moral and ethical development. - The quote suggests that associating with virtuous people leads to learning and cultivating goodness, whereas spending time with those of questionable character can have a detrimental effect on one’s soul or moral integrity. - It underscores the importance of being selective about our associations and the influence of others on our personal growth and ethical stance. Practical Action for the Day: - Reflect on your current social circles and interactions.  - Consider the influence these relationships have on your character and values.  - Make a conscious effort to spend more time with people who inspire and encourage your personal and moral growt...