by Eddy Ashioya | Nov 7, 2026 | Chinedu Tales
When I moved to Nairobi in 2018, my first house was a trapezoid-shaped bedsitter in Kawangware 46. Off Naivasha Rd, off Ngong Rd, as I put it. I lived on the fourth floor, betwixt two single mothers, one who had two children, and the other with a body that undid all...
by Eddy Ashioya | Oct 29, 2026 | Chinedu Tales
They say you miss something in life if you have never climbed a mountain. Me? I don’t like missing things in life. There are other ways of dealing with low spirits of course, but climbing a mountain cost less, for the same amount of money, than a visit to Kenya’s...
by Eddy Ashioya | Aug 7, 2026 | Chinedu Tales
The court bailiff doesn’t ask us to stand when the judge walks in, we just do, a collective reflex of the condemned, and the judge sits down kienyeji style. He is not wearing a robe which is part of the problem, and his mallet is small, which is the other part of 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...
