THE REAL CAMEL OF KAWANGWARE

Wishing is a simple thing. You see something, you desire it, you briefly shut your eyes and utter a few words rich with supplication and conviction, “God, I wish I could get that.” Often times it rarely comes to pass. Especially if it’s something beyond your control or your unbeatable abilities as a relentless go-getter.... Continue Reading →

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THE JEANS WENT SKKKKRRRAAA

There’s loads of experiences a woman in Nairobi could classify as unpleasant. While a few more unique ones can be classified as downright awful. And I went through one of them last Friday. See for most Nairobi women when it comes to the worst of the worst, it ranges from getting your hair stuck somewhere,... Continue Reading →

COME DINE WITH ME, NAIROBI

Hmmm, it’s been a while. So, what’s happened? My country is up for a presidential re-election. DJ Mo almost broke the internet after revealing that he had subjected his wife to 5 tests before deciding to marry her. Lewis Hamilton won the Singapore Grand Prix after we, his ride or die fans, prayed and performed... Continue Reading →

CARDED AT 24

So I just turned 24. Woo bloody hoo. Birthdays are an odd occasion. They are a reason to celebrate for most but for me they are a reminder that I have gained yet another year without buying myself a smashing pair of Manolo Blahnik strappy sandals. It’s another year without a Mercedes AMG GT. It’s... Continue Reading →

THE IMPORTANCE OF KNOWING STUFF

I am an odd woman. I am not saying that as some kind of cultivated eccentricity to hide the fact that I could be suffering from a severe lack of being interesting. No. I am really ridiculously odd. For instance, the country has run amok with Chiko Lawi’s misstep and the SGR launch. Twitter is... Continue Reading →

PEDESTRIAN’S NAIROBAE

It’s no secret that I am languishing in the little-paying cesspool of entry level jobs. Well, that covers my melodramatic quota of the week. But as I have a suspicious affinity for junk food and fast food, contributing at least 80% of their income, then it is safe to deduce that I am rubbish at... Continue Reading →

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