The thing about listening to people narrate stories of their first time on a plane is that you get to sit with mango juice in a tumbler, idly twirling the stem, smile judgmentally at them all the time wondering why someone would embarrass themselves that badly in front of people on a plane. I mean, aren’t planes meant to be…

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My quest for a knight in a shining armor has led me to some pretty dingy paths. I have dressed as a traditional dancer, a chef, heck, I’ve even joined a girls’ rugby team to get a guy to like me. It truly is a miracle how my thin legs came out intact when the horrible experience was over. Denno was…

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I was born in a part of Nairobi that is no longer a part of Nairobi and I grew up there as well. Rongai. This was long before it was so far away that people had to start seeking out visas for travel endeavors there (this statement is not supported by fact). Believe it or not, bus fare from home…

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If you ever complimented me on the cologne I was using during my firsts semester on campus, I’d like to take this chance to invite you to my next doctor’s appointment before the year 2017 ends. Because you, my friend, are a liar. And so is your nose. Your sense of scent is balancing on two shaky legs and dancing…

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One afternoon last week, after swallowing those malaria pills which taste like a snack taken in hell, I sat thinking of how I am not ready to leave the world just yet. I swear I read out my 1-paged will out loud to God arguing my case out. Look, there is no chocolate in the grave. Neither is there Yoghurt…

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