Avocado in the night.

Avocado in the night.

Yester night, while ya’ll were sleeping, I killed an avocado that knew no sin during its lifetime. You heard me right, I killed an avocado that had seen and accepted the light. An avocado that has died and risen with Christ. My people, I ended the life of an avocado that was raised by two African parents who said that… View Post
A woman and her heels

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 in heels. Now, do not… View Post
The bridges I burned

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 I think of it, I… View Post
Meeting the in-laws

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 agree that there never is… View Post
23

23

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… View Post
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