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A woman and her heels

If you ever see me in heels, walking gracefully- probably more gracefully than the duchess of Cambridge- that is me reaping the fruits of my labor. That is me living a purpose-driven life. That is the daughter of my mother living her one true dream. Most of my life in-doors is spent practicing my walk […]

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The bridges I burned

By deciding to read this, you are halfway into concluding that I am one of those cliché Kenyans who never received enough hugs during their childhood. Except that my childhood was great. I climbed trees alongside boys, stole sugar when my mother was not watching and even, choked on cooked intestines at some point. Now that […]

Meeting the in-laws

When the mister finally says that he’d like you to meet his relatives, it is kind of a profound moment. Kind of. A profound moment that lasts only up to and until you meet the in-laws, in person. You see, the universe never tires of playing tricks on all of us, so we can unanimously […]


At 23 years of age, I am be deemed ready for marriage, to take a job offer, to stop eating that paper that usually encases a queen cake and a few other trivial things like fixing Ugali that is hard enough for Wafula to enjoy. Except that I am not ready for any of those. […]

Of distance relationships.

Currently, I am in a distance relationship. A moment of silence there for my strong heart. Between my guy and I, lies the vast carpet of the Atlantic Ocean and its ferocious man-eating crocodiles. Like a normal Christian who tithes faithfully except when I get windfall money (which is all the time), I am greatly […]

Kenyans, that was nasty!

My mothers chicken and cows had already been put to sleep. We, her older cows, as she liked to call us whenever we failed exams, sat in a circle plucking the maize grains out of the cobs. In my mothers books, anything below position 1 in class equaled bad grades. Consequently, my siblings and I […]

Pandora’s box

Tea is good, alright. But espresso is superb. And intoxicatingly sweet. With vocabulary that reeks of the musky scent of ancient corridors in palaces, our guest blogger, Brian Rioba, is simply superb. The Shakespeare kind of superb. The way in which this guy can pump life into words in a jiffy, is one to reckon with. And, […]

For he was a broken egg

He was just any other egg in the crate on a slow Monday morning. With average height, average looks, average everything, nothing about him stood out. Not the way he walked or even smiled. In fact, I thought his smile too gummy and his voice too dry. Sometimes I’d listen to him talking, stare at […]

That our cow’s tits..

Let me introduce myself properly. I am just an ordinary Kenyan who spends all her days trying to evade paying taxes. Kanjo and I have a fetish for hide and seek. The chasing, we do it all the time. I even dread the day I’ll have to start paying them up because that is the […]

Of anemic wallets

My guardian angel is one sad fellow who walks around with his face contorted into an ugly scowl like a Kenyan whose salary has delayed for a day. He never says it but I know the kind of thoughts he harbors in his mind about me. He thinks I am pathetic. I see it written […]

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