Part 1: I Tried To Chew Muguka And Failed. Now I Drink It.

The first time I tried jaba juice, it was a green-pulpy mess in a shot glass that glued my buttcheeks to the toilet seat for what seemed like an eternity of diarrhea; no end in sight. Thereafter, I resolved to limit my liquid substances to coffee and alcohol, at least their laxative effects were less…violent. […]

Part 2: Jaba Culture Vs. Alcohol Culture

Last year, I happened to attend an anonymous music festival where I was a personal witness to the light-year speed at which jaba juice flew off the shelves. Despite the fact that jaba juice was ubiquitous at these events in previous years, no one ever paid it any mind. This time however, all the jaba […]

An Ode To The GoDown Arts Centre 

The old GoDown Arts Centre on Dunga Road was a den. A lair. You walked in and were hit smack in the face with the powerful creative forces curling and uncoiling like a slow python on a river bank, with something twisting inside its belly.  A creative mchuzi mix energy was coalescing in that crumbling […]