by Eddy Ashioya | Jul 10, 2026 | Uncategorized
Back in Kakamega, in Shirere, we had this Panasonic radio where Omuga Kabisae would take over KBC Radio, Idhaa Ya Taifa, and his voice would bounce against the red oxide floor, smelling like a damp handkerchief and onto the off-white with grey hues that gives the...
by Eddy Ashioya | Jun 5, 2026 | Chinedu Tales
In all, Miss Elizabeth would never say I love you back. It made me hate school, for with Miss Elizabeth was all a man had asked for from life. I didn’t know much about Hollywood then, or Broadway, but I would think about this years later, and even then, all the stars...
by Eddy Ashioya | May 7, 2026 | Chinedu Tales
If you ask me why I went back to the hospital my mother died, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Maybe I wanted to see if they would recognise me (they didn’t) or if I would feel different (I don’t). So much had changed in my life, but everything there remained the same....
by Eddy Ashioya | Apr 24, 2026 | Chinedu Tales
MY neighbour’s having violent sex again. Every time it happens, I text C—. It’s a running joke between us, who between us two has the raunchiest smutty neighbours. Yester night it was terrible, she was grunting, he was grinding. Someone was doing it right—or a lot of...
by Eddy Ashioya | Apr 3, 2026 | Chinedu Tales
To begin in the beginning, the signpost announced, Come in! Come in! The decision had been taken from me. So I went in. It was really a shebeen whose crevices were filled with shysters, gigolos, hustlers, dregs and all manner of cretin. No place for dandies. And I...
