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...
by Eddy Ashioya | Mar 30, 2026 | ManTalk
I’ve always admired bartenders. Anyone who can convince you that Sex on the Beach at 11 a.m. is a good idea understands the human condition, or what dreams are made of. And when the Manhattan floods the hole in your soul, and the right colour of black hair has come...
by Eddy Ashioya | Mar 27, 2026 | Chinedu Tales
You never think about the women you’ve had. It’s the ones who get away that you can’t forget. But even then that lasts for what, two hours? Three, tops. Because after that, she’ll want to tell you about her childhood traumas. This one time I was on a contract in...
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...
