by Eddy Ashioya | Jan 9, 2026 | Chinedu Tales
The train to Suswa leaves Ngong at 929AM and gets to Suswa at 1055 AM which is to say it gets there at a canter, which is to say it gets there and we don’t know what to do or what to do with ourselves. We is H— and I. We are here to lament the bygone era of leisurely...
by Eddy Ashioya | Dec 28, 2025 | Chinedu Tales
Uncle is drinking again. Busaa. Puyaa. Changaa. All that jazz. Elixirs worthy of any gods. He is telling stories of his good old days, when a man could still make a living from his hands, before everything was made in China, long before Maendeleo Ya Wanawake, when he...
by Eddy Ashioya | Nov 29, 2025 | ManTalk
I’ve always been a clumsy boy. I have lost two phones within the last four months, one whose gallery contents are the stuff OnlyFans careers are made of. I lost my high school admission letter, and the principal was adamant that I was lying, which I was, and he swore...
by Eddy Ashioya | Nov 14, 2025 | Chinedu Tales
At Wanyee Rd, off Naivasha Rd, off Ngong Rd, was a peddler, first name Bo, last name Lo. He sold shirts and shorts and weed on the side. Or were the shorts and shirts on the side? Don’t matter. He was here on merit—he’d done all the right things, including bribing the...
by Eddy Ashioya | Mar 12, 2025 | Uncategorized
A couple sits across me. Male and female. She is a sylph in a sundress, and from how high she is, I can tell half her height is her ass. She’s an octoroon this one, put here by Jehovah to test me. I prefer my women thin and dry like broomsticks but this one was ample...
