You will never find me standing in the middle of the room. I’m that guy who stalks the borders of a room. I belong in the darkened embrace of the shadows. The problem with standing in the middle of the room is that you become part of the narrative and there the power to tell the story of that room is perpetually stripped off you.

And so I’m the guy who relishes watching that narrative unspool from those borders of the room. Then capture it in words; the best seat in the room is where there are no seats.

I love music, food, travel, children (even those that don’t belong to me), clothes, cars, gadgets, whiskey and watching someone hula-hoop. There is something defeatist about that thing, like a dog trying to bite its own tail. But more than loving all the aforementioned, I love to write about these things.

However, am I an authority on any of these things? Hardly. But I have an opinion. And I prefer to share it. Let’s agree that you have your own and it might not be compatible with mine, but let’s agree that we can at least be civilised about it. I think the universe demands that of us.

My name is Jackson Biko. I’m a writer with the Business Daily, True Love magazine and The Saturday Nation. I also edit Msafiri Magazine, Safaricom Foundation’s Msingi Magazine and a scattering of other writing jobs that keep writers like me afloat.

Welcome to my world, to my room, but it’s not really mine when you occupy the middle of it, is it?

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18 Responses
  • Maria
    09.01.2015

    Hello Biko,

    I enjoyed reading your article about the prostate exam… Very refreshing! I really enjoy that style of writing where the reader is allowed to explore the jungle that is the writer’s mind, as most minds are. I have a blog as well, not half as exciting as yours: mnagawa.wordpress.com.
    Thanks!




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  • Nduku Isaboke
    25.04.2017

    Simply awesome; especially because you do not realize the ripple effect of your words on the lives of those who read them.




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  • Belinda
    26.04.2017

    Ghost reader but not anymore You make life bearable for 9-5 people like me




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  • samuel dzombo
    26.04.2017

    how do you manage to write for all these newspapers and magazines




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  • Victor Ambuyo
    03.05.2017

    Thanks Biko for making life have a different perspective from what it usually has.




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  • kennedy
    11.05.2017

    Hey Biko

    Kindly kindly write about itchy groins and Butt cracks




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    • Mercy Kangsy
      30.11.2017

      Hahaha…really now?




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  • Ayuma
    16.05.2017

    Thanks chocolate Man for adding alil spice to life with your witticism. Am in “Love” with the blog, I always read each and every article though not a frequent commenter. Since I “discovered” you my appetite for reading has ever grown and am never without a book (hard or soft copy) thanks to you. Did I also mention that I relish this “new house”? . Long live “Baba Tamms”




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  • Mark
    16.05.2017

    One day at the end of my University Internships at an advertising firm, I was asked if I know Biko Zulu, I was a little confused, but the conversation that followed was about how to be more creative and that started my journey into writing.




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  • Kegesa Danvas
    07.06.2017

    Highly nurtured writing talent at work.
    I love this.




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  • Tukiko
    11.06.2017

    I love how you have clearly defined (top-notch) the online writing scene of East Africa. I doubt anyone can mention a creative writing blog without mentioning Biko… I am waiting for your books.. to share as many hard copies as i do the soft copy links.. The world world must read Biko.




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  • michino
    19.06.2017

    THE GONG
    “I forget, sometimes I forget and when I don’t forget, I don’t I remember”. That’s how I thought my father was. But he had a super memory with minute ram slow to process quick to listen and slow to talk but what he does it’s permanent. But that is not one of things that I remember about my father. How do feel and do when your father is a teacher in same primary school you are, teaches same class. That’s is cool. What about when he is on duty in morning.
    Awesome
    But wait when you late for school
    Being learned in a remote school was a running experience. Gong goong gooong goooo….ng. Damn it. That’s word did not exist then and I then if it existed, I would have said ten to the power of six times. Those in shags can understand the gong.it is like modern Marlaw nightmare, pipii. Do the rims cars still exist? If seen one around recently, inform me urgently for a tour. That is national heritage and Matiang`i ……..backspace. Ahem.
    “Good morning SIR, mwacha mila ni mtumwa. It’s our concern that most prestigious manual alarm o`clock is at the verge of extinct. Time is precious and this artefact is not preserved some of us may become extinct”. Or how should say it. The gong still rings in my since I used bang it. A privilege for the `biggest worm catchers’. The thing I hated most was waking up. But who cared! My father.
    Kindly come back. It is or do I say was 7.50 am, 10 mins to time, you guessed it right. Mind you who was on duty?
    To the point. I was late for school. Still, the worst happened to me.
    “You boy! Always, tell, your, mum, to, wake, you, very, up, in, the morning.”(Read in kikuyu and pause after every word). I was beaten in front of everyone and ghost available at the time in the school parade. To deepen the incision, I was beaten on the feet. Imagine how I was walking and try it. Did I tell you how cold it was in the morning, story for another day, and I was in School where wearing shoe was against the school code for boys (internal memo-pun in)
    I don’t know if father, sorry teacher told my mother but I did not tell my mother. For sure I was never late for school; self-automated waking system forever charged by massage on the foot.
    Screech and ‘peepeep’. In Nairobi, that’s how you know it`s 7.50 AM in morning and everyone is running to arrive to work early whereas they at Belleview. Am already late, got to go.
    Do he still remember that day?
    Happy father’s time!!!
    NB-that”s how i imagined my father would be,if i was lucky to be brought by both parents.




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  • Maina
    19.08.2017

    Hi Biko,

    Sorry for calling you Biko. I feel I know you well enough to use your first name. Keep up the good refreshing writing.

    Maina




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  • Xerxes
    20.09.2017

    Biko Zulu your writings are just awesome.




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  • Brian Njenga
    27.09.2017

    Hi Biko,
    I enjoy reading your articles;very captivating.
    I’m a struggling writer in need of a way forward to get a target audience like yourself.
    I have a blog, porkeynote.com
    Kindly share some insights.
    Thanks




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  • Diana Karungari
    19.10.2017

    always a good read




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  • Nkiru
    29.11.2017

    Great work.
    Your writing always gets me into good spirits
    I love how your stories turn and twist but always remain captivating.




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  • Mercy Kangsy
    30.11.2017

    Bikozulu is my safe haven!! I’ve grown in many ways since I started reading posts on here.




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