The last kicks of a dying hen

The last kicks of a dying hen

When the rest of the women generation were busy inheriting the symmetry, looks and hourglass figure of Eve, I happened to inherit her appetite for forbidden things. So, understand me when I tell you that anything forbidden in the great Koran of diet, towards that; my African feet gravitate. Even I can never seem the brakes to my appetite for… View Post
A villager and her first flight

A villager and her first flight

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… View Post
I ruined a stranger

I ruined a stranger

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… View Post
Kandisi’s Water (and something else)

Kandisi’s Water (and something else)

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… View Post
It was an air freshener!

It was an air freshener!

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… View Post
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