Njuguna Wa Nganga

20/05/2026

Cow is to beef…Donkey is to?

Last week I had a rather weird experience. Not unique,just weird. See how you walk into an entity with the gait of someone who runs the world. A confidence clad of a guy who knows he g*t it. That was me,flanked by son as if to flaunt on my capabilities to sire and provide. It wad in one of those butcheries by the road side....

Last week I had a rather weird experience.  Not unique,just weird. See how you walk into an entity with the gait of someone who runs the world. A confidence clad of a guy who knows he g*t it. …

01/05/2026

The ka bestfriend

Someday a story will be written, a story of love,friendship,support and pure selflessness. It will be a story of a father and a son. My son and I. Galavanting with the boy See I birthed this boy as a 27 years man .Clueless as any father would be to a first borne. Anxiety of a lifelong oblig*tion active day and night....

Someday a story will be written, a story of love,friendship,support and pure selflessness. It will be a story of a father and a son. My son and I. Galavanting with the boy See I birthed this boy as…

27/03/2026

09/03/2026

First bottle

I have told stories. But I have never told my first bottle story. Literally a bottle. It is important to declare that this writing is motivated by a bottle. A whiskey. Back in school. The raths.The Rongai agricultural and technical high school. My foundation. A young farmers club chairman,class prefect and a student who carries all the aura of an important student....

I have told stories. But I have never told my first bottle story. Literally a bottle. It is important to declare that this writing is motivated by a bottle. A whiskey. Back in school. The raths.The…

01/08/2025

This pic has at some point appeared on a magazine page

The same pic has been splashed on this social media platform in an abusive context

So men,

No one is coming to rescue us

Eat well,or just eat when you can

Be neat,It is important,there is no award for that torn sock,that faded T

Find a mate,it is important they respect, support and are loyal. Forget love-most of us will not be lucky

Have a modest addiction-religion,cars,machines,beer,style,devices... anything not babes,sth you can escape to. Modest I said

Realise nothing really is worth dying for

Raise your kids, protect those. Still let them not be weaponised

Then of course and most urgently buy land and animal feeds from Mavelkenya Farmlands

18/12/2024

Never even in the smallest of clues had I thought CD is something two 'untainted' people think about. Naive of me,i know. We were at zero,then what is the worry? Is what I thought , not the facts of science. And yes the question was asked and yes I did not have them.Coz am that fool,yes. Trish quickly and dissapointed wore her clothes and said I should have planned for this....

Never even in the smallest of clues had I thought CD is something two ‘untainted’ people think about. Naive of me,i know. We were at zero,then what is the worry? Is what I thought , not…

17/12/2024

Some we laugh, others cry and some we don't give a hoot. This one you may not give a hoot, but I laugh. I laugh at my stupidity. I say this with a sense of "how naive could I have been?". This is a story of how I almost lost my virginity, twice. Now you give a hoot. As a high school student, I was pretty much popular....

Some we laugh, others cry and some we don’t give a hoot. This one you may not give a hoot, but I laugh. I laugh at my stupidity. I say this with a sense of “how naive could I have been?…

16/12/2024

Sometimes I tell myself I need to frequent my writing to harness my skills but a few things keep me out of character…Or many. Mainly, the habit of procrastinating . Anyway, today we talk toxic love.I wish I would write to inspire but no, I talk pain. Pain of a good guy turned heartless. See, Njuguste is a guy born in abject naivety, maybe from the parent’s habit to protect the teachers family name or simply from toxicities of a love that should never have been....

Sometimes I tell myself I need to frequent my writing to harness my skills but a few things keep me out of character…Or many. Mainly, the habit of procrastinating . Anyway, today we talk toxic love…

16/12/2024

Sometimes I tell myself I need to frequent my writing to harness my skills but a few things keep me out of character...Or many. Mainly, the habit of procrastinating . Anyway, today we talk toxic love.
I wish I would write to inspire but no, I talk pain. Pain of a good guy turned heartless.

See, Njuguste is a guy born in abject naivety, maybe from the parent’s habit to protect the teachers family name or simply from toxicities of a love that should never have been.

See, mama was three months away from being an ordained sister, read nun, somewhere in the convents of Nyeri. I have seen photos of her in that holier-than-thou pose, she looked the part.

As it happens, they get a three month break before taking the final oath to be married to Christ, to interact with kin and issue farewells. My father was not aware of this plan or the nun to be had lose ends since during this time she conceived, me.
I suspect the act was not done in any holy place, better still in any room or bed. Bush baby.

Why is this relevant?

Well, I had a constant bitter relationship with my mother, in very early stages of life and on very silly things. Like why did I get a beating for saying I had perfected riding the Avon bike through the small g*te and when she asked that I show her the same, I failed miserably. The devil, I was beaten like some thief. You get the point?

I don’t.

Thing is, it’s this or I was never meant to love. Because tell me why episode after episode I have made terrible after terrible moves.

Remember that doll from Gikomba?.The one who left because she feared I would leave like her dad.

Then there’s the other one from the village, that got a job and figured she didn’t have time for a campus guy. She intimated I was chewing some Kisii las, well who wouldn’t.

There is a horde of them, down to the one who birthed me the boys. That one I blame myself, she wore some guys name on a wristband and convinced me it was a bestie thing. Naive, right? That is what I was.

I will write about every single one of them, my naivety has to translate to some form of healing to somebody.