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Magunga Williams
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I write to live.
I write to live.

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#NEWPOST For Akelo

Like Kisumu rain, I can hear them coming from far. Starts with a hum, then the noise intensifies. It gets louder and louder as they approach. And even long after they are gone, I can still hear the sound of their engines droning into the distance. I think it is this noise that will kill me about this new place, but other than that, it is not so bad. I mean, it is basically an empty hall at the moment. There is nothing here other than my desk and TV stand in the sitting room and the bed in my room. I swear if I so much as fart, an echo will respond in the other room. However, sitting here in the darkness typing this, it is not the lack of furniture and things in this my new house that makes it feel empty. It is the fact that you’re not in it. So I sit on my bed and stare at the window and listen to the cars passing by. The yellow of the street light outside has taken to my curtains until they look like they are soaked in pee. A metaphor, if you may, of just how stained my life is right now.

http://www.magunga.com/for-akello/
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#NEWPOST What am I even doing?

When I found the plaque, the glass part and the base had been separated. Someone must have dropped it, either by accident or design. Then, almost apologetically, stacked the two parts neatly, one on top of the other. My housemate then, Oscar, swore by everything fresh university graduates swear by that it was not him who did it. Words were said. Mostly by me. Words that I regretted as soon as I said them. Then that story ended there. I made a mental note to have it fixed, and just like everything I ever make mental notes about, I forgot all about it.

http://www.magunga.com/what-am-i-even-doing/
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#NEWPOST Kisumo pacho | by Magunga Williams

Look, I always have a problem translating Dholuo to English, because I find this other language too insufficient to be used to translate my mother’s mouth. For instance, when a Luo man asks you “Ijakanye?” the everyday translator will say, “Where are you from?” But that is not what that question means. It means “You are a person of where?” Where you are from and where you are a person of are different things, right? When a Luo asks you “Ijakanye?” they are not just asking to know where your home is or where you are from. They are asking you to say that plus the name of your father, clan and village. So that means I am Magunga son of Oduor Meja of Karuoth Clan, from Alego Komenya Rabar, Siaya County.

And that is what I usually say, but only because I do not want to get my ear pulled. In all honesty I feel like while Siaya is shagz, Kisumu is where home is for me. That is where I grew up. For eighteen years I knew no other town like I knew Kisumu, and the only reason I left was because I had to come to Nairobi for university….and now for work. Otherwise I am JaKisumo. A man from Kisumo. We do not even call it Kisumu. We call it Kisumo, with an o. Kisumo pacho. A city built by people of nyadhi. People made of pride as high as the range of hills to its East and greatness the size of the lake to the West.

http://www.magunga.com/kisumo-pacho-safarilink/
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#NEWPOST: The last men standing | by Medrine Nyambura

There are many myths about the name you are given depending on which community you come from. For some it will be an incarnation of your descendants you will carry their traits, physical features, their good tidings and God forbid the curses that befell them. Religiously speaking, the continuous profession of your name every time someone calls you is what gives naming a child enormous weight.

Bruno has no idea which might have played a part into his life. His name is the same as the well known singer song writer Bruno Mars. Just like the pop star, Bruno writes for other artists, plays the guitar and sings as well. He has little recollection of how music came to him but he suspects that his parents are the source of every lyric he has ever written.

http://www.magunga.com/the-last-men-standing-by-medrine-nyambura/
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#NEWPOST: Lillyanne wa Pau | by Pau Shinski

I have been seeing audition calls for Twaweza Live Kisumu Tour on Facebook, that event that musical Safaricom is touring across the country. And I am still jealous. Because a few years back, if I had not been heartbroken by the girl of my dreams, I would probably be singing on that stage.

And if there is one Safaricom Twaweza Live tour I would have loved to be in, it is the one that is going to happen in Kisumu. Because I have never, ever, attended a concert in Kisumu. And from history, Safaricom knows what they are doing when it comes to putting up quality events. And it would have been really cool to perform in front of my grandmother, the real OG. OG here standing for Olivia Gondia.

http://www.magunga.com/lillyanne-wa-pau-shinski-twaweza-live/
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#NEWPOST: [Bachelor Diaries] Xs Millionaires

And because we cheered so loudly at her performance, she came over to where we were partying. When I saw her approach, my knees turned into butter. I swear if she had given me her name, I would be polygamous by now. Lakini because it was Jaber’s birthday party do you know what happened? Her friends bought her a lap dance from the girl in blue. And it is a tricky situation to be in when you see your crush throwing her ass on your girlfriend’s face, and she is over there hollering with her friends as she receives everything was destined for you. And you have to stand there pretending to be like I am happy for her, as if my stomach was not burning with jealousy.

Anyway, of importance is aliveness owada.

http://www.magunga.com/xs-millionaires/
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#NEWPOST: The Matumbogate | by Pau Shinski

Parents really showed how much they trusted you, by the amount of money they sent you to the shop with, and what exactly you went to buy. 10 bob, they don’t trust you at all, and they are just too tired to go to the shop. If you lose that 10 bob, don’t come back. 20 bob, you are still on mezzanine 19 and you have 8 more years to reach ground floor. 50 bob, you have potential. At 100 bob, my mother was publicly acknowledging that you are their child, and that they gave birth to you, and her blood and my father’s run inside your veins. But if you mess up, they will put you up for adoption outside their house, and still make sure nobody adopted you. Because you were just a duster.

#MaishNiMPESATu
http://www.magunga.com/matumbogate-by-pau-shinski-mpesa/
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#NEWPOST: Nightdancing | by Abigail Arunga

The faces started to blur after a while. Why remember them? Each one was the same, yet different, yet the same; wanting something they thought she could give, for something silly and pseudo-existentialist like filling a void or having ‘real conversation’.

http://www.magunga.com/nightdancing-by-abigail-arunga/
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#NEWPOST: A quest for stars | by Abigail Arunga

I know how obvious that sounds, because who doesn't want to be a singer, you know? And there are a lot of things that could have led me down that path. For one, I grew up Adventist. Adventists, I've always thought, have a particular gift for music, and I think it is because we are surrounded by it from a very early age. Music is a strong ministry and to be honest, Adventists do music really well. I learnt how to harmonize almost as soon as I started going to church (from the womb, obviously), and to this day it comes easily to me. They you can always tell who the Adventists are at the club because they're constantly harmonizing all the jams. Those people have never lied, fam.

http://www.magunga.com/a-quest-for-stars-twaweza-live-by-abigail-arunga/
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#NEWPOST: Karua's Car | by Magunga Williams

My father was offended because I thought he could not afford to send 5k. Or rather he sounded offended. You could say it was all because of me, but you cannot blame me for it. I was 13, for Chrissakes. The most I had ever held in my hand was 500 bob when he sent me airtime. Also, when you consider what that 5k was for, and the mother to whom I was born, you will understand why in my head there was no way I could ask for that much money in 2004.

See, my primary school had come up with this idea of taking Class 8 candidates for a school to Mombasa less than a month to KCPE. I had never been to Mombasa, so of course I was dying to go. Lakini if you were to go, you (your parents, really) needed to pay five gees. I thought about it. First, my mother is so frugal she will bargain even free stuff. Buy one get one free? Why not two? And two, there was no way my mother was going to let me go to Mombasa for sijui a fun trip, weeks to KCPE. Are you mad? What for? Ati I go to Mombasa when other people’s children are cramming parts of a leaf?  Yeah, not happening. After all, for that one week when they were to be in Mombasa, the kids who did not pay were to remain behind and have a free 7 day holiday. No school.

http://www.magunga.com/karuas-car/
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