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Independent Slave

This is the day, this is the day that the Lord has made, that the Lord has made. We will rejoice, we will rejoice, and be glad in it, and be glad in it. Ooh! This is the day that the Lord has made, but we will not rejoice about it for

I talked to the devil, for the last time!

When all is said and done, give me a bottle of wine, some good music and a ride home. So, I had got plenty of advice that day. Most friends and family heard what had happened. I did not want any kind of empathy or recommendations on how

Are you there Jameson? It’s me, Cate

A dusty cold evening. Just like any evening at industrial area. I am headed home just like most people are. It's Friday evening and I feel like I'm gonna take some shots tonight. Maybe some vodka or Jameson. Maybe I'll also find me a

Little Lover

Kabui is the only friend I have who dates ugly women. He says that they are the most loyal. He has nurtured this habit since we were young. “The ugly ones can’t cheat on you!” He argues. He talks about how they also can't be stolen from

It’s not about the Money

I am still trying to figure out whether I should position my brand to read something like the handsome guy without money or the less handsome guy with money. I saw some quote at the back of a ‘nduthi’ that read kosa pesa ujue tabia za bibi

The Price of a Strong Woman

Do you believe that a man is naturally weak? That while a strong man can handle a strong woman, a weak man may say she has an attitude? Do you believe that men should be taught to apologise for their weakness and women for their strength?

Meet me Halfway

Hi there. It’s been a while. So George Omali dies in season 6 of Grey’s anatomy. Yes I’ve cried coz Omali didn’t have to die. But it’s crazy, coz even such a small stupid thing, like Omali’s death hits me so hard that I want to

Highway Patrol

Thika road is the only highway with bumps everywhere. You may argue that the bumps are mostly around garden city or at that west African capital called Roysambu but even Githurai through to Kenyatta road and Juja is just too bumpy for a

Number plate

My grandmother is the real deal. She still prays before every meal and prays before going to sleep. She still sings whenever there is a congregation of more than three people and despite having experienced the world for over a decade, a

Dear October

Faith, or Fayfay as she loves it, recently dropped a new post. Let’s pause here for a moment. Fayfay sounds like something you’d chant in a skipping rope game. Don’t get me wrong. It’s cute in its own way but it’s also the linguistic