Rude Empath

M otorists using multimodal roads as their private F1 tracks, please! Spare us the unnecessary theatrics. Not until you can afford a personal race track. In the meantime, only allow your speedometer to clock 180 km/h in the dead of night on a clear road stretching for miles on end where there are few pedestrians if any. I see no downside. Should you gain entry into the great Ferrari track in the sky, let it be a ticket admitting only one: you! The fact remains that Kenyan motorists are starved for that nationally authorised speeds - 80kmph rightly popped into your mind - stuck in traffic for excessively long periods.  At the sight of a mere 15cm of road, it's pedal to the metal to make up for the lost time. Unfortunately, in the haste, road users who rank  lower  face higher risks resulting in negative cross-user biases.  Joe is the proud owner of a navy blue KAA 001A Subaru inherited from his maternal uncle's cousin. He conquers the dusty rough road from his ...

R enovations are not that large an economic contributor east of the south of the Sahara, much less residential renovation. Not that I am claiming to be an authority on matters construction by any stretch of the imagination. However, a homeowner/tenant takes a few liberties to make their house acquire a homely ambience. Courtesy: Lucid Audio As such, a visit to congratulate my aunt on the birth of her baby girl coincided with a minor welding job. For one to elevate the habitability of a home with the arrival of a newborn is not uncommon. And the expectations were that the welders would take approximately 8 hours daily, for three days until the conclusion of their undertaking. Sparking and crackling as metal melded together was bearable. The grinding down of spatters, hammering of the steel bars for alignment_important practices for a good finish_ none of us were ready for! The fact that this carries on after-hours was most agitating. Me: Knock knock? Them: Who’s there? Me: Pissin’ The...

P ristine tree-lined walkways offer a glorious mix of visual and thermal pleasures along Dennis Pritt in the heat of a low hanging equatorial sun. Similarly, warm hues of street lighting must evoke romance in a sweltering Njaanuary evening, one would think. Even though I have traversed this road countless times on my way to work, the evening walk is hellish. That's harsh, the devil probably has tiki torches and fire cauldrons illuminating his real estate. I stumble along at an eighth of my normal speed, careful not to step in dog doo. How I wish I was bat-girl, using sonar, I could find my way home much quicker in this canine-doodie embellished infrastructural maze. Courtesy: Pixabay on Pexels Psychologically I am in a state. A state of short-lived scares dancing in harmonious disquiet. Please note, I'm a small-framed female invisibly (due to the blinding darkness) lacking the art of Krav Maga.   Deduction : poorly lit areas do not inspire the feeling of safety. Perhaps t...