Oscar Munene
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Creative writer with basis on people and writing stories about life experiences for different people
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Where are the Boys?
Over the last one week, I have been caught up in a series of events, among them team building, talks and interactive workshops. One that particularly stood out was a team building activity over the weekend where we ventured into the Aberdare Forest. The team was composed of 11 ladies and only 4 gents. As we enjoyed the trails, one of the ladies questioned at one of the stops, “But why do we have just 4 gents with us? Where are the rest?” This ignited a further heated discussion with another member of the team adding, “Nowadays boys are nowhere to be seen compared to back in the day.” The final member wrapped it up by saying that they are in business and a majority of their clientele are typically women. This caught me thinking for a minute. It took me back to yet another gathering I had attended two days prior, where boys and men were being reprimanded for failing to assume their roles. So, how did we get ourselves here?
By Oscar Munene9 months ago in Families
Good bye, The festivities
“End year parties”, was all the song playing around as the year drew to a close, telling you that it was already December. Others referred to them as sherehe za Kufunga mwaka. With those who didn’t have them left wondering if they have been thieves all along robbing others, because they heard the company declare a one billion turn-over but its nowhere to be seen. They would have appreciated if they received a little token – say a bar of chocolate.
By Oscar Muneneabout a year ago in Art
Where is the visitor?
This time, I am seated in the 3rd row of seats in a 15-seater Nissan, call it a shuttle. This is not the typical me, as many of the times, I am either on the 1st or 2nd row, usually because I have to rate every safari and give the driver a rating-if bad, they have to get a warning, if good, they receive a bonus and later ask them to offer you and the family a drive to a Ruracio in Nyandarua later in the year. Perhaps, I should have begun by saying, I am born of cars, made of cars but manufactured using human body material – soft tissues, blood vessels, haemoglobin, call them biology shenanigans, for you that were shining in biology. Every other time, there is a car running in my mind, I’ll tell you which it is at this particular time of the story.
By Oscar Muneneabout a year ago in Art
