No one is above a deep male voice. You know that voice, deeper than a sapiosexual’s mind. A baritone so smooth and so rich it sounds like Mediterranean bourbon or kahlua. A voice cloaked in persona, charisma and even has a scent. Something strongly masculine like Yves Saint Laurent or Gucci Guilty. It doesn’t even have to ooze machismo, it’s not raw sexy like Usher’s bare chest but it will hold your attention. It will command that you listen. A Mandinka voice that could don Valentino suits and keep a beard. A voice that feels like a he goat – what Okuyos would call a ndurume. Take a moment and muse over that voice.
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Occasionally, you’ll stumble upon unique spaces that perfectly blend the calm of solitude with the harmonious cycles of nature. Places that bring out the sort of balance that comes with being in tune with self and spirit in a complete package that is Amani Tiwi Beach Resort.
A drive through the rustic village of Tiwi and a stone’s throw from the main Likoni – Lunga Lunga Highway, you find this gem of luxury
All around me, the adolescent earth birthed grass with avowed intent like a teenage boy does armpit hair.
Kibo Safari Camp defines afro-centric. It’s so damn sexy African you can tell it’s a dark short haired lass with an ample bottom, nude. Like Chidimna of the Kedike hype. It looks like it scrubs with sand and honey and all that natural stuff ladies in Kurlly diaries use. It only dons tiny Ankara and dashiki bras and skirts.
I feel like those new dads crammed in Aga Khan’s delivery waiting room, hoping for a ‘how-to-raise -a-daughter’ manual. Only now, she comes fully grown with a pair of shy breasts of her own, and I am sworn to protect them. Somebody pass me a hammer.