Jackson Biko
Writer :| I tell stories :| Written three (small) books: DRUNK; THURSDAYS & latest release: LET ME CALL YOU BACK. Shop our Market. Email: [email protected]
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1 week ago |
businessdailyafrica.com | Jackson Biko
Everybody remembers their first time. Most importantly, everybody remembers their initial thought after. The first time you saw one of the large billboards of a green taxi with the legs of a horse instead of wheels you must have thought, wait, what? Another thought: why would someone name a taxi-hailing company Faras? Perhaps it’s an allegory, a metaphor, or a visual riddle. Allan Maimbu, Faras’s General Manager, is happy to explain the wisdom behind equine imagery and their marketing move.
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1 week ago |
businessdailyafrica.com | Jackson Biko
It was purely on a whim — to leave the house in the light drizzle. But it felt like the right thing to do on a Saturday night. The Uber deposited me by the roadside, where a clutch of cars were parked outside the new Pitstop, which had moved further down Nairobi's Langata Road. It was a Pitstop 2.0 for sure: bigger and better, an upgrade from the previous tent. [I miss it] And it was spilling with Rhumba lovers. Of course, I couldn’t find a table or a seat.
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2 weeks ago |
businessdailyafrica.com | Jackson Biko
A woman lies on the operating table in the suspended death of anaesthesia. Once there was cancer in her throat, now there is a hole that Dr Benjamin Wabwire, Kenyatta National Hospital's (KNH) head of plastic and reconstructive surgery, has to fix. He's in scrubs. A team prepares the patient. But first, he needs to say something important about what he does. Two things, actually.
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2 weeks ago |
businessdailyafrica.com | Jackson Biko
Do you sometimes feel like a part of a sunken ship that floats about willy-nilly and no matter how far it drifts it ends up on a certain shore each time? That’s what I thought when I ended up at Cedars Bar in Nairobi's Kilimani to meet a friend. It felt like I had been washed ashore. I was meeting an old friend who used to frequent the bar.
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3 weeks ago |
businessdailyafrica.com | Jackson Biko
I was tempted to start this review in a very tongue-in-cheek (and risque) way, but I remembered that it’s 2025, not 1975. This was how. And please note, this opening would only make sense if you know that an aviary is a cage or enclosure where birds are kept. Anyhow, here goes. “So, there I was having a drink at the Aviary Lounge talking to a bird about bicycles.” Yeah. I know. This is 2025, you can’t be calling ladies “birds” anymore. So, let’s do this the proper way, then.
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