One of my all-time favourite TV series is Suits. In an episode I saw last year, Louis Litt (played by the bodacious Rick Hoffman), the lawyer whom everybody that watches Suits loves, got assaulted. He was rushing to a meeting when a lanky and menacing thug dragged him into an…
Inspired by a true story Part 1 “Anything else?” I asked Lucy as she was giving me the brief for the day. The tone of my question clearly indicated that I was only fishing for a ‘No, sir! That’s all’ response. Lucy shrivelled a little and then nervously said, “We…
Story by: Jones Wafula Lukorito Even though it was only 10 am, the sun shone so vigorously that the prison van was Nebuchadnezzar’s furnace. At the driver’s compartment sat two corporals who had introduced themselves to the jail-birds as Tiriongo and Kamande. Smoke from the cigarettes that they puffed like…
In his mind he referred to himself derogatively as Dead Man Rolling. Even then he felt like he was giving himself more than due credit; no one with ‘dysfunctional family organs’—balls and testicles— deserved to be called a man. He often mused whether he was even up to snuff to…
My longtime close friend, whom I’ll call Robert in this article, found himself in cupid’s chokehold during our sophomore year. I still recall how giddy he was the day he introduced me to Stella (not her real name). “Now I see why you’ve wasted no time in ‘getting her inside…
I recently had my birthday, and my wonderful kith and kin were on hand to ensure I had a good time on my birthday. After the day’s jamborees and merry-making were over, however, I withdrew to a solitary place to take stock of what I have achieved so far and…
I have a friend who always wanted to be an actor ever since our high school days. She filed newspaper clippings of interviews with famous actors and learned all there was to learn about the movie and TV industry in Kenya. After high school, she auditioned dozens of times but…
With all its advances in technology and especially social media, the 21st century is perhaps the toughest era in which to be a young adult. This is because everything is so superficial nowadays you hardly encounter authenticity. Take beauty for example; do we still have what one can refer to…
The lengthened electioneering period in Kenya has caused jitters among the citizens and anti-poll protests have become the order of the day in Nairobi. During one of such picketing sessions, a group that called themselves ‘Nairobi Business Community’ organized a parallel to counter the anti-poll protests and later on gave…
From Cairo to Cape Town, we are still struggling to pick our jaws from the floor after Donald’s Trump’s unsavory description of African countries alongside Haiti and El Salvador. We had cut Mr. Trump some slack when he had earlier insinuated that all Nigerians live in huts, but our outrage…
I am informed that it was raining cats and dogs the night I came into this world more than two decades ago. After lengthy deliberations, my elderly kin decided that I shall be called Wafula, a name that was commonly given to children born during the rainy season in my…
In Kenya, no matter how eloquently you speak the Queen’s English, you won’t pass muster as a politician unless you are also able to address your constituents in their mother tongue. As the pithy truism by Nelson Mandela goes, “If you talk to a man in a language he understands,…
“Why are foreigners the ones collecting most of your paintings?” I asked the above question to Kinuthia Mbugua, a Kenyan impressionist based at Nairobi’s Maasai Mbili Art Gallery. The response he gave me also provided an answer to what was going to be my next question, “Why do many Kenyan…
Guest post by: Julie Hope Ambani When I was young, all I wanted to be when I grew up was beautiful. I wanted to have velvet smooth skin and nice hair. I wanted to be the girl that no boy could resist. This was of course a result of watching too…
An ardent reader of this column, Mr. Michael Hatego, recently wrote to me mourning his watchman and his newspaper vendor. I felt his pain, because I know how hard it is to get a decent newspaper guy for my old man, Grandpa Richard. The deaths, Mr. Hatego noted, resulted from…
You’ve heard the saying “Out of the frying pan into the real fire,” which was coined back in 1985 inside Justice Erastus Wepekhulu’s courtroom. My skin recoiled as the judge, whose scarlet red gown reminded me of the blood drenched airstrip during ‘the assignment’, condemned me to three decades in…
Like a broken record, I have been ranting and raving against abuse of drugs by my comrades for two years now. I have fought tooth and nail to see my comrades shun deleterious substances such as boiled marijuana, liquefied miraa and second generation hooch. It now seems like my comrades…
Your hard work in secondary school paid off and you made it to university. You are elated, sure that this is the beginning of a future with endless possibilities. Since home is too far from school, it only makes sense to board – this will be the first time you…
As narrated to: Lukorito Jones [email protected] www.jowaljones.com My name is Doreen Bruno Karugi. I am 22 years old. On Thursday, 2nd April 2015, gunmen stormed our university from 5am. Official reports at the end of the day indicated that 148 people had been killed. The attack, it was said, was…
If you’re an ardent follower of my column, you might recall that a couple of months ago my old man, Grandpa Richard, had vowed to throw his TV set out the window the next time any of my comrades shows up on primetime news. Well, a fortnight ago he…
Amidst the usual smut and common-place party videos that would make Kenya Film Classification Board Chairman, Ezekiel Mutua, throw up his lunch, a more disturbing clip was shared widely by my comrades early this week. The video was surreal, strange and made my head my head spin. It (allegedly) captures…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, has always questioned the viability of student loans disbursed by the government. While he is all up for helping my comrades pay for their tuition, he is concerned that a huge chunk of that money usually ends up in their pockets instead. “This facilitates them…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, is a prophet who rarely gets appreciated at home. While we should be composing songs in his honour and naming our children (both boys and girls) after him, we instead often choose to ignore the erudite greybeard and his sagacious advice. For exactly two years now,…
Tucked within the pages of this newspaper’s Sunday edition was a tear-jerking story touching on my comrades. But then again, when it comes to my comrades, no news is hardly ever good news. I long for a day when I’ll be chronicling inspirational and heart-lifting tales concerning this lot of…
Two years ago, my old man, Grandpa Richard, suspected that something extremely fishy was going on with my comrades. Relying on his extensive experience in rodent-sniffing, the greybeard smelled a fat and overfed rat among my colleagues and approached me to assist him blow the whistle. “Why don’t you do…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, is on the record urging my comrades to stop consuming blogs that trick them into believing they actually know things, when all they’re filled with are conflicting opinions, warped ideologies, and sleazy photos from the Masaku Sevens. (Read: JACKS OF ALL TRADES; MY COMRADES SPEAK TOO…
Last week was a sad time for all of us. The Kenya Youth Survey Report stated that evils such as corruption and lack of integrity have struck our youths like a thunderbolt. Our youths, as it turns out, are malignant, uncouth, morally corrupt and, get this, cursed. In case you…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, has always held the view that our higher education system is shambolic, topsy-turvy and—gets this—cursed with an evil eye. When he first made these claims, comrades flooded my mailbox and twitter timeline with all forms of contemptuous epithets, crying baloney and saying that his opinions…
My comrades are cruising at 200 kilometres per hour in the wrong direction. We are hurtling at neck-breaking speed towards the edge of the cliff, and nobody seems to be willing to apply the brakes and save us all from tumbling over. If my column today reads like a piece…
EARLY THIS WEEK, I found myself tongue-tied trying to explain to my old man, Grandpa Richard, what a hashtag is. In the past, I have tried, amid abashing stutters, to elucidate to the dignified greybeard the meaning of new fangled terms such as MILF, twerking, and more recently, Team Mafisi.…
So today I made New Year’s resolutions. I know it’s trite and maybe they won’t wash past the third week but… So one of my resolutions was to do more writing. I decided that in the Year of the Lord 2016, I’ll never go to bed without writing something. What…
Happy New Year, comrades. If you’re reading this, you’re one of the seven comrades with a good noggin between their ears. The rest of your colleagues are too inebriated to even wake up from the trench they slept in last night, let alone read the morning paper. Blame this on the…
Arise and shine comrades. My old man, Grandpa Richard, has asked me to wish you a merry Christmas from the bottom of his humongous heart. He has also asked me to clarify to you that Christmas is a holiday whereby Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus. Not a day set…
What’s the value of 1000 bob? To some, it can mean an entire month’s budget. To others, its cash they spend in the blink of an eye. To some, 1000 bob means everything. To others; nothing. For me, it’s the cost I had to pay to lose a friend. It…
After years of pillaging and plundering Mother Nature with reckless abandon, the heat has finally caught up with humankind—literally. Worried that we might be one match-stick strike away from burning into crisp, the entire world converged at Paris where our leaders held heated (pardon the pun) discussions to prevent the Earth…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, will never get to wrap his head around some of the things Generation X do. We cannot fault him, though, for old dogs seldom learn new tricks. Take dating, for example. Grandpa still holds firm his belief that cupid deserted the youngsters ages ago, leaving…
There’s a new sheriff in a nearby town and his name is John Pombe Magufuli. The Tanzanian President has taken Africa by storm, providing a breath of fresh air where taking in foul air is the norm. Provided you don’t live under a rock, you’ve probably heard about Mr Magufuli’s…
A little over a month ago, world leaders met at the UN to deliberate on the new Sustainable Development Goals. I particularly took a liking to the fifth item on the list, namely gender equality. When I got the opportunity to chew the rag over dinner with Grandpa Richard about…
His Holiness Pope Francis, If you have been observant in the past two days, you must have noticed that Kenya is a country with low collective self-esteem. It may seem that but don’t be fooled, we have got no self-esteem at all. That is why we keep embarrassing and shooting…
In a culture where people flaunt and strut their privates at the drop of a hat, someone pushed the envelope and made a putrid five-minute nude film. Kenyans, my comrades included, got blazing-hot under the collar and wanted to have the DJ’s head for breakfast. He had committed a capital…
After US President Barack Obama’s recent visit to Kenya, my old man, Grandpa Richard, was a jolly man. However, his hopes of leaving behind a better Kenya for his grandchildren have been dashed over the past few days. His moods have nosedived from the tower of optimism to the basement…
It is not often that one is invited to the high-table. Sharing a meal with my old man, Grandpa Richard, is therefore a privilege. The opportunity to drink from his bottomless well of wisdom is one to kill for. His mercurial nuggets of wisdom are always enough to transform even…
In a land where people eat politics for breakfast and dinner, we’ve been busy praying for showers of blessings to descend upon our politicians. Seeing that the sun has been in its full wattage lately, my old man, Grandpa Richard, decided he’d pray for literal showers instead. If what the…
Student leadership has gone rogue, according to my old man, Grandpa Richard. To him, the current leadership style portrayed by student leaders is simply a cancer that has metastasised from mainstream political leaders and needs to be excised urgently. “During my time, student leaders demonstrated visionary headship that inspired not…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, is extremely disgruntled. Our beloved country, whose values he has fought tooth and nail to protect, is steadily going to hell in a hand-basket. Our morals and values are sinking faster than the Kenyan shilling; anarchy is threatening to become the order of the day.…
The entire hamlet is in a celebratory mood. Word that you’ll be reporting to university in early September spread fast. You are supposed to be over the moon, but the stuff you’ve been reading in Jowal Jones’ column makes you a little wary about college. “How will my freshman year…
Very few occasions have managed to make my old man, Grandpa Richard, as happy as he was while watching television on Tuesday morning. It was the grand homecoming of Kenyan athletes who had taken no prisoners while representing us at the IAAF championships in Beijing, China. Team Kenya had bestrode…
A fortnight ago, I made it clear that I won’t be wasting an atom of my grey matter deliberating on the Mollis audio clip. Quoting former President Daniel Arap Moi, I was convinced, and justifiably so, that such matters do not have the ability to add ugali on my plate.…
So Jowal Jones believes I can become a writer and even invited me to do a guest post on his website, though I’m constantly questioning my use of prepositions, punctuation, and whether words like ‘but’ can be used at the beginning of a sentence. Honestly I have no idea how…
The mood in the air over the weekend was exhilarating; almost intoxicating with energetic hoopla as the most powerful man on earth paid us a visit. My old man, Grandpa Richard, had his fingers crossed fearing that my comrades would make true their asinine threats and proceed to commit despicable…
You spent the past three weeks or so covered in a fine layer of dirt, but somehow you’ve decided to break the unholy pact you had set with the devil about crucifying hygiene. Today you took a historic bath and actually brushed off the ubiquitous previous week’s miraa from your…
The guys at www.Writetodone.com sent me the image above and requested I come up with a mini-story of not more than 350 words. Here is my attempt, I hope I did fine. A FOWL ESCAPE “I knew that pigeon was a bad idea,” grumbled Rasta when the guard’s footsteps disappeared…
A creative nonfiction. You received their call roughly 18 hours earlier in which a man you’ll later come to know as Clifton begged you to hop into the nearest tuktuk and rush over to Mombasa. You told him you didn’t know what a tuktuk was, and he advised you to…
(Juma walks into the living room to find his old man deeply engrossed reading a Daily Nation’s magazine, ZuQka.) Juma: Dad, do you have a minute? Mr. Mwamba: Just a moment, let me finish reading Jowal Jones’ column, these comrades of his are hilariously crazy! Juma: (Tapping his feet) It’s…
You couldn’t have been more wrong if you thought that the chaps locked up in that asylum along Thika Road are Kenya’s mentally challenged. The real mentally profane are actually found in our institutions of higher learning; those at Mathari have simply been misread. My old man, Grandpa Richard, is…
We, the comrades from Kenya’s institutions of higher learning, stand united today in condemnation of the recent directive issued by the President against alcohol manufacturers and consumers. The directive, which has seen both legitimate and comrade-friendly illegitimate beer destroyed in the past few days, has plunged us into a state…
The previous week has seen my comrades’ moral fibre come under heavy scrutiny from a number of sources. Instead of opening books and spreading knowledge, my comrades of the fairer sex have run the gauntlet of social media for allegedly opening legs and spreading syphilis, once again. The campus diva…
There might have been a time when my comrades were a civilised lot. But when that was nobody remembers; it must be when we were hunters and gatherers. Every evening my old man, Grandpa Richard, switches his TV to news about our generation that always consigns him to the clinic…
The comrades’ budget for the next financial year was released last week at a rowdy gathering attended by raucous students from Kenya’s different institutions of higher learning. Read out by a slovenly student leader, the budget, which surpassed many people’s expectation by being over 140 characters long, detailed how comrades…
There’s nothing in the world that beats the feeling of having to share a meal with my old man, Grandpa Richard. I always look forward to such rare occasions as he recounts stories from the halcyon days when night-runners didn’t arm-twist the government to recognize them and Instagram was yet…
It is fair to say that she has made a few terrible mistakes in her 21 years on planet Earth. To her, life has opened up wounds so painful that no surgeon can stitch, caused cracks so big that no mason can fill and conjured a crime so dire that…
A week ago, popular columnist Njoki Chege shook the blogosphere with a piece that claimed today’s cohort of young men has increasingly become spineless, lazy and ambitionless. She referred to the ill-fated generation as Blueband boys, which I assume was an inference to what they were fed for breakfast while…
Giving credit where it’s due, I must say my comrades are very creative fellows. However, they all seem to apply this creativity in asinine ways such as innovating habits of cheating in exams and inventing new methods of ingesting marijuana.(Read: They’re higher than Kites; these comrades of mine). Until last…
My comrades usually invent the most ludicrous ways in which to “express themselves.” When they’re not being opprobrious to motorists by throwing stones across major highways, you will find them mutilating their skins with anchors and dragon tattoos which they will have the temerity to call art. “Back in the…
Nerea. That’s the title of a song about an eponymous girl, Nerea, who is being urged by her partner not abort his baby. In the beautiful tune by music maestros Sauti Sol featuring Amos and Josh, the partner argues that perhaps the unborn child might end up changing the course…
Last week, CORD launched the Okoa Kenya drive, an initiative that they promise will deliver the country from insecurity, devolution and corruption woos. While welcoming this latest gimmick in Kenya’s political circus, my old man, Grandpa Richard, is of the opinion that politicians are barking up the wrong tree. “If…
I sometimes wish my comrades would introduce me to what they smoke. At times I think to myself that I’ve chronicled all there is to write about my comrades’ asininity, but an even more flummoxing doozy always crops up only to leave Grandpa Richard and I picking our jaws from…
So the other day I happened to be listening to the radio and a caller to the station got me thinking. I seldom think, so the topic at hand must have been so hot as to exercise a few of my neurons. An amorously challenged girl had called the station…
Having let insomnia win in tonight’s war, I have resorted to getting out of bed at 2 am to type this piece. The past few days are taking a rough toll on me, with sleep fleeing because every time I close my eyes, images of Garissa writhing in pain and…
Last week, President Kenyatta delivered a severe kick in teeth to crooked public officials by ordering them to step aside for sixty days in a corruption purge that will see them pave way for investigations. While my old man lauds the move by Mr. Kenyatta, Grandpa strongly feels that the…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, has been heavily criticised by my comrades for allegedly being a sadist. In his defence, Grandpa Richard states that he has indeed scoured my comrades with a fine-toothed comb in an effort to find positivity, but the results yielded were nothing to write home about.…
The other day in campus during a journalism club meeting, I was asked to lead the group in a traditional Luhya song to kill the monotony of a humdrum evening. I was the only Luhya in the crowd, and my friends in attendance looked up to me with alacrity eager…
My old Man, Grandpa Richard, has been reading distressing news from his crystal ball once again. He has foreseen a future whereby comrades have been completely zombied out and their brains wasted. With a terrible visual acuity and disfigured thumbs from playing too many video games, these androids will roam…
Exactly a year ago, Grandpa Richard’s brain was threatening to explode if he didn’t share it with my slightly less intellectually gifted comrades and the entire nation at large. Being a good grandson that I always endeavour to be, I offered to offload his jeremiads against young people in this…
The problem with my comrades, according to Grandpa Richard, is that they pretend to have an opinion of everything under the sun. They act as if they are masters in every discipline available, wherein they grossly misconstrue facts and they are darn wrong. It would be nice if they limited…
The digital era is finally here with us. In its wake however, the migration debacle has wrecked havoc within Kenya’s soul, as opposed to the legion benefits we’d anticipated. It has violated every sacred principle about the right to information that the likes of Dedan Kimathi died for. Watching the…
I recall sometime back when hokum was being peddled around that dirt is good. A sizeable section of my comrades swallowed the malarkey hook, line and sinker. Heck, they even digested the tripe such that it became their DNA to be slovenly and generally walk around looking like a sack…
Tomorrow the world comes to a standstill. It is a day that is bound to bring forth both disappointments and goodness in equal measure. On this day, smiles will be enhanced and migraines will be induced. Promises will be affirmed and many will be broken. Dreams will be relived and…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, started the month on a very poignant note. So cheerless was the old man that if his moods sunk any lower, they’d have struck oil. Grandpa was mourning the death of a beloved childhood friend and companion. So special was the pal that they all…
In the acknowledgements section, author Ciku Kimani, who also works as a columnist with Daily Nation, reveals that it took her close to a decade to finish penning her first novel, Nairobi Cocktail. I interestingly compared the duration to how I love my wine—sweet, smooth and matured for close to…
The other day my old man, Grandpa Richard, summoned me and asked to be briefed on a dim trend he had witnessed while experimenting with social media. “Don’t your comrades have any friends to take photos of them?” He quizzed. “Let me tell you about the selfie- generation Grandpa,” I…
January, the month named after the Roman god, Janus, is already ravaging us like a tornado and volcano combined. Couple this financial maelstrom with the crippling teachers’ strike and the picture isn’t pretty. Curiously, this is the month all my comrades have been waiting for. While everyone else grits their…
The other day I entered a bus and as is the norm, the radio happened to be on at an uncomfortable full-blast. As I heaved my body among the passengers towards an empty seat at the back, I couldn’t help but catch the tail-end of a melancholic love song, which…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, finds it rather comical that a cantankerous comrade of mine had the temerity to insult the President on social media. “Surely, your comrades know no bounds,” observed Grandpa. They would stir up a hornet’s nest even with the highest powers in the land and practically…
And if I’m her man and that woman loves me—I mean really loves me?—she will defend me even when she’s not so sure I were right.
Welcome to 2015, a year in which Facebook will become a religion, boobs will be imported, nyenyenye will be added to the dictionary, Kenyans will migrate and beer will be drank more than water.
Early this year, Grandpa Richard’s brain was threatening to explode if he didn’t share it with my slightly less intellectually gifted comrades and the entire nation at large. Being a good grandson that I always endeavour to be, I offered to offload his jeremiads against young people in a newspaper…
I recently attended the Story Moja Hay Festival, and perhaps the most scintillating session was a forum titled “The Future of Kenyan Men,” moderated by renowned columnist and retrosexual Oyunga Pala. Meant for men, the forum was however hijacked by a coterie of ladies who took every available opportunity to…
School’s out so my comrades are on the loose My comrades have just been paroled from the schooling system and like the proverbial chicken, they’re all jostling for tickets at “Machakos Airport”, heading to their respective villages to roost. With the festive season here, Grandpa Richard is dreading the unfolding…
There is a saying, “Every cloud has a silver lining”. In this dark cloud of comradeship, the silver lining has a way of showing up for only two or so weeks, at the tail end of every semester. Choppy change is observed among university students as they recess from asininity…
When Grandpa Richard last entertained the thought of joining social media, he was spooked by the use of yellow smileys that are threatening to replace words as the standard means for written communication. It was really unnerving for the old man to have sentences winking and leering at him. His…
“Dear,” She said after I had picked up the phone. “I think we might have contracted Ebola.” My skin recoiled the moment I heard those words from my wife. I was always worried that this might happen; one day we might fry ourselves in our own oil. But nay, this…
I don’t exactly run an agony aunt column (mine is more of agonised lad) for my gormless comrades, but many are the times they flood my mailbox seeking for wisdom which is in short supply these days. Last week a missive by a lass, whom we’ll call Ann*, caught my…
Violence against women and sexual assault are crimes not only punishable by the litigious whip of our law, but also by the crack of Grandpa Richard’s severe cane. Its perpetrators will find their comeuppance both in Kamiti Prison and the fifth and sixth chambers of hell. For those who were…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, is a deeply religious man who will not profess the theory of evolution even if you held his feet on fire. Lately however, he has been cracking books about the likes of Australopithecus and the old man is spooked by eerie similarities between my slovenly…
My old man, Grandpa Richard, has spent a significant part of his old age visiting the chiropractor and studying the peculiar species that are my comrades. Both are extremely daunting tasks, but the latter is more agonising to his soul. The retiree is, however, taking it all in his stride…
The problem with my comrades is that they are financially illiterate. The concepts of working for their own money, saving and re-investing seem to be alien notions completely foreign to the comrades. Mix this witch’s brew with their economic warts such as gambling boisterously and spending in a slapdash fashion …
My old man, Grandpa Richard, recalls in nostalgia the good old days when comradeship meant positive vibe and goodness to the entire country. In the halcyon days, university students were revered as they mapped the way on which the entire nation treaded. They often opposed evil and stood for what…
It really chaps my shorts when I’m in a conversation with a comrade and they have to incessantly fiddle with their phones. Mostly I just walk away, only for them to get angry and say that I need to behave. The irony! Cell phone decorum has sunk to a Brobdingnagian…
For a solid six months now, I have been chronicling my comrades’ problems running the entire gamut from fornication to laziness and even drug and substance abuse. Grandpa Richard and I have offered nuggets of wisdom here and there, but it all seems to be falling on deaf ears. This,…