NOT YET BEST DRESSED: A CONCOURS REVIEW

A blogger, a driver and a photographer walk into a field. No, it’s not the beginning of a joke. It’s a subtle clever way to manipulate you- my audience- into thinking I’ve achieved the level of wit only befitting those greats, kina Magunga and Biko. But alas, I have not. And we actually didn’t walk... Continue Reading →

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NAIROBI, THE CITY THAT BLOWS SMOKE IN YOUR FACE

It’s been a crazy few weeks. Events unfolded that were nearly equal in their grandeur and their tragedy. The hardest hitting news for me was Chester Bennington’s suicide. All who know me closely are aware of how much I revered Linkin Park’s music and how it was an accompanying soundtrack in my life. I almost... Continue Reading →

HEY FUTURE ME…

The other day I was attempting to clean out my writing material (bunch of papers and booklets I have to reluctantly discard because my cat thinks they can be an occasional litterbox) and I came across something interesting. Well, interesting is a gross over exaggeration. I found my high school diaries. As the tough, zero... Continue Reading →

PEDESTRIAN SALES WOMAN

As it is fast approaching the middle of the year, I have decided to get started on my New Year’s resolutions. Particularly the one where I was supposed to “get out of my comfort zone”. To be fair to myself, I have already done some of that. I recently joined Instagram. A platform I had... Continue Reading →

PEDESTRIAN MISADVENTURES IN WOMANHOOD

As a woman trying to earn her keep in this city, there are problems I encounter that are as unique as coffee made with elephant dung. They are exhausting to contemplate. And could drive anyone to drink. However, I am sometimes forced to consider that they occur because I am a bit on the chubby side. But being a size 12... Continue Reading →

KAMPALA PEDESTRIAN part 2

When in Kampala for my last holiday, I rediscovered something. Foreign exchange is the devil. Never in my life have I had to do so much longwinded arithmetic since the day I lied to my dad that I hadn’t gotten back any balance for buying a kilo of meat at 300/- and yet I had... Continue Reading →

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