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 I think of it, I…

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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 agree that there never is…

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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. I feel tired. Like taking…

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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 tempted to lie that the…

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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 have been senior members of…

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