Drinking from a Dry Well

I make better chapatis than you! I know you can argue about that but its fine with me. I have better arguments anyway. In fact, the only thing you can beat me at is complaining. You complain more than I do. I just wonder why you have to smile when I say that about you. At times you remind me of David. Have I told you about him? Not David from
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Instalove

I am not very active on Instagram. But I have it installed anyway. Every once or twice a month, I love to choose one among the many best photos or videos in my gallery and share with my not so many followers, accompanied by a quote from

PEPing

I remember my encounter with this guy, in his late thirties (so he looked). How I was defiled by him. How he had control over my life and there was nothing I could do about it, how he just gave me that cold stare as I fought hard and cried

The Games that made me

I partly grew up in Kericho before moving to Kapsabet when I turned seven. My mother had landed a catering job at CITC so when suggestion to take me with her floated the air, I obliged. I would later join Nandi primary school and start

Obsession

Cindy wouldn’t call it an obsession. Oh no, definitely not. It’s more like... an inexplicable gravitational pull. Like her heart decided to moonwalk every time she thought of him, leaving her brain in the dust. His name dances out of

Big Square 680

No! I am not you! I refuse to be like you! I refuse to live my life the same way you live yours. I refuse to waste precious time following online drama. I refuse to be pulled into commenting on the likes of Vera Otile circus. I want

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?

A Date with me

Not everything I write is a lesson. I, without a shadow of doubt enjoy telling stories in a manner that merges one’s culture and self-development but there are times when I just want to escape to a world of my own. There are times when

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