We all need peace. And peace needs us too. 

Starting up a conversation with a girl is the hardest thing ever. I can bet my bottom dollar that most of kenyan men out here find it hard to express their feelings in an appropriate manner. Believe me, love is an art. Creativity matters bruh. Here are the top 10 pick up lines that will miraculously work. 1. I'm sorry, I don't think we've met,  I wouldn't forget such a pretty face.  If you approach any girl with this line be ready for a killer smile. Girl's love hearing positive compliments, even if it's a lie,  go on,  lie to her she's pretty. 2. Can I have directions (to where?) to your heart This will obviously  get her offguard. She will at first be ready to give directions till you finish your statement. Would she still be stingy to give directions to her heart?  not at all. 3. Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?  Now,  no one really knows if Angels do exist. But here we have one... Pose with her and

It is so deep in a man's wits that he has to make a woman happy. In any acceptable way. Some will take women for a nakumatting shopping. Some will prefer a date. Some will work upon a bedminton while there are those who see happiness in a club. Checking into a club with your girlfriend  may look classy if not crazy and risky. So, at the entrance you show your ID to the bouncer. It dawns on you that you forgot to tell your bae to carry her ID. Worst,  she has a baby face. Since the bouncer mistakens you for a waiter due to the many times you pop into the club,  he allows you to get in with your ID-less girlfriend, (if there's such a word in English), Ofcourse after a harsh negotiation. In the dim club atmosphere, your lightskin girl fishes out her phone and switches on the flashlight claiming she doesn't see clearly in darkness.  Shyness and embarrasment hit you so hard. The men that you always drink with nod at you from the furthest end of your 'common table.&#

"Patricia where do you stay? " Bruno popped,  tagging the message upon Patricia's past classy-looking text. The WhatsApp group had been silent and the two had discussed alot as if they were in the DM. Other participants were mute untill Patricia announced that she stays at Karen. Messages from chirande, holly weezy and coco started flowing. "Bombeee!!!" coco  exclaimed " but it's so boring to be rich." Patricia added. " How boring ?"  Bruno asked "you only feed on pizza and junk daily." came her reply, brief as a miniskirt. "you can't buy money with happiness."  chirande added. " yeah. Here at karen you only hear cars passing... No other noises." Patricia's text came with a visual part of it in every person's mind. This seemed to escalate Bruno's hunger of knowing her deeper. "am sure someone is about to tell us she goes to the washrooms in a car." Bruno chopped in, accompa

We walked in fear of being robbed. At the same time we had a trepidation of being raped. Yes,  I said raped. Klaus had been silent the whole walk from Getuma's crib. It was Getuma's idea that we should pass through the chwom . He had spiced the idea with this words, " by tha hio chwom hukua na mapoko idlers ... Mnaeza pita nao mkivuka iv o home ."  (by the way that shortcut has idol prostitutes  ...you can grab them as you dash home. )   If it were not for the 'commercial ladies', we could have been on the main road walking our way home on  the lighten pavements.It was midnight.  " I think Getuma was just playing with our wits." Klaus finally opened his mouth. " why do you say so? " I asked,  peeking back and sideways incessantly. " 'cause... I can't spot any hoe... " " chillax... We still have a long way to go. I guess they are near the club that's near the junction. Business mind bruh... They can't mar

I'm sure. I'm very sure I'm not the only one with the beady eyes weakness. And I could feel the impact as soon as she threw a glance at me. She was with her friends,  so was I. Her character could easily define the jovial side of her. She was the ringleader of the squad,  perhaps. Noticing my lingering gawp, she gawped back. I looked away.  I could see her sashay towards us through the corner of my eyes. I got nervous. I threw a glance towards her. She made defined steps like a model. Her thighs trembled in her booty shot as she made the strides. I wished I was behind her to actually have the scene behind it.  "Iam not a photographer like you, but I can picture you and I together." she said,  sliding her index finger on my chest then halting it at my Nikon camera that hang aimlessly on my neck.  It's as rare as unga to find a girl dropping pick up lines to a dude. "That's unique and rare " I said, looking at her as if I owned her.  "

It was around 8pm. We had just driven to greenspan shopping mall to pick up some foodstuffs. The parking lot was full despite it being quite late. We struggled fitting into the slim parking slots almost scratching the Porsche cayenne that was parked adjacent. "ukig wara hi yo hata hakuna kunegotiate. .. U tampea hii A llion yako kama c ompensation " ( if you scratch the Porsche, there won't be negotiation...you will just give the owner this Toyota Allion as compensation) Ivy commented then bursted into laughter. We finally managed to fit in the slot. I alighted then as a gentleman,  swaggered majestically to the other side to open for Ivy the door. She landed her fleshy legs on the innocent ground then handed me her soft left hand to hold her as we matched in the mall. We did a random 'pocket-drying' shopping of which I regreted inwardly but dusguised it with a fake grin on my visage, which every Kenyan man does. I had just met Ivy the other nigh