Dunia Report Chronicles

Speaking of a thousand ways to run mad, job hunting should be added to the list. That thing can make you scratch the head of a person seated next to you in a matatu thinking it's yours. It can make clicking become a natural way of communicating with nature. I one day boarded a matatu to Westlands, Nairobi, for work. I sat next to a lady who looked almost my age, if I were to judge by appearance. She immediately asked whether I knew where a certain building in Westlands was located. Unfortunately, I didn't. She looked genuinely unsettled. She was operating her phone. And as always, eyes have no curtains. Sometimes, as much as I intend to mind my own business, they betray me. I could see she was chatting with ChatGPT, preparing for what looked like a job interview, judging by the questions she was asking and the responses she was receiving. She also had an A4 envelope with her. Girl looked so tense I could almost feel it. She seemed to have a lot on her mind and feared that somet...

And finally, memes exposing men for constantly showing off their veiny arms are spreading as fast as they should. Wamefikiwa! And not in a bad way. Memes are among the greatest forms of comedy. They address almost everything revolving around life, usually with a target in mind. They ridicule, entertain and momentarily drive away stress. Some are so funny that you're forced to laugh even in the middle of a mental breakdown. Even Mejja, in his song Tabia Za Wakenya (Kanairo), says, "...ukiona memes unaanza kucheka." Unless, of course, your level of stress is the kind no therapist can handle. Or the muscles connected to your sense of humour died long before they were formed. For a long time, memes have largely criticised ladies for intentionally wearing clothes that expose their thighs and cleavages in what is often termed as an attempt to seduce or please men. Well...In the consciousness of my Overthinking Mind Chronicles, I have one question for men. Do you also intentiona...