​The ghosts of Dada

​The ghosts of Dada

Like an abandoned piece of porcelain, she sits on that metal chair, its cold surface burning into her skin. Her endless legs are clad in blue jeans that seem to cling to her like second skin. Her left hand rests rather limply on her sling bag while she uses the other to scroll through her phone. The remaining carcass of… View Post
Of Cracked and lost phones

Of Cracked and lost phones

As I type this, I’m in a queue trying to fetch as many jerrycans of water as possible before I get caught nikiruka line ya maji. Should I get caught, mungu wangu atanipigania. (if you haven’t yet watched that video of a man dancing to this song, you either need to dump all your friends because they are either boring… View Post
The rant of a defocused girl

The rant of a defocused girl

I am having a crappy Sunday morning. Actually, any day that finds me sitted in the library as early as 9am is just that, crappy. Well, I just crossed the library security check point and dragging my 53.5 kg-self towards the lift. Silently, I am wondering if I’d die of leprosy or some ancient disease if i decide to give… View Post
The African Shirt never lies

The African Shirt never lies

My Sister, If you see a man, a good-looking man, in an Ankara shirt and more so on a Sunday or Saturday, my sister, look the other way. I repeat, Look.The.Other.Way. But since I know you won’t look the other way, please remember to pinch yourself before you start to imagine what a good species he is. If possible, slap… View Post
A Kenyan student and their GPA

A Kenyan student and their GPA

By the time you get to third year, your GPA will be hitting menopause. Nearly kicking the bucket. But since you are a Kenyan by birth, notorious for your forcefulness, you will stick your narrow behind in the library trying to resuscitate your unconscious GPA anyway. We all know that a donkey kicks the hardest just before it breathes its… View Post
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