I wanted a place where I could write random thoughts. Unfiltered. To someone who has three or so minutes to waste on musings.

Written by: Juma Reagan

First-Person

Bugs

This has more to do with fomo than bugs.

Juma Reagan

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Aug 9, 2026

First-Person

Something’s Coming

Something so bad it has brought universes together, and people are getting serious about their lives.

Juma Reagan

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Aug 5, 2026

First-Person

Story For Another Day

Was he showing me his battle scars? Greeting me after days away? Or was he simply exhausted from whatever it takes to survive as a stray who has one foot on the street and another in a place he now calls home?

Juma Reagan

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Aug 2, 2026

First-Person

35 Days

Audacity can be an irritating trait when used badly. Used well, it is like a counter-attacking football team: when it works it is unstoppable. After all, the wahenga have been asking the same question for generations: nani atanichapa?

Juma Reagan

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Jul 26, 2026

Favourites

Letters & Lovers

Dec 21, 2025

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2 min read

Letters to Cheptolo, II: Lady Santa

Lady Santa visited me the other day. She brought me an early Christmas present and promised me a book early next year. I cannot wait.

Juma Reagan

Letters & Lovers

Dec 6, 2025

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1 min read

Leaving

She’s accused you of being unserious, of offering no scent of a future, of gambling and drinking away every weekend instead of finding a job, or even looking for one. And each time she left for her sister’s, she came back when your inborn Luo charm convinced her that tomorrow would be different. But tomorrow never arrived.

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 4, 2025

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6 min read

Tattoo On The Left Boob

The tattoo was simply another way to define who she was, to cement her defiance against everything she despised in this patriarchal society. To defy the gods who took her parents too early. To challenge her grandmother, who was still too steeped in religion to understand that even gods, surely, had tattoos.

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Vignettes

Mar 16, 2025

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8 min read

The Iniquity of My Father

Mzee’s last wishes

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Boxers

I'm writing this from Siaya on my phone. It's tough to write on a phone, tougher in boxers, and tougher still on a hot night.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Jun 14, 2026

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5 min read

What Was He Like.. Before Corona?

He laughed, a lot. He wanted to work with racehorses. He loved. Aaah, but not a single man came back the same. Some never returned at all.

Juma Reagan

Letters & Lovers

Jun 7, 2026

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4 min read

Who’s Jules?

You know what they say: if a man is going to be rejected, he might as well be rejected by a pretty woman. At least then he has a good story to keep telling himself.

Juma Reagan

The Beautiful Game

May 31, 2026

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5 min read

Odysseus was not like you and me, beloved. The man was loyal to his wife, Penelope, whom he had not seen for more than ten years, and for whom suitors were already lining up. He wept every night by the shore, staring longingly at the horizon, thinking of his wife and his son Telemachus.

Juma Reagan

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