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 →

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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 →

A TRIP TO ARCHIVES

Due to no demand whatsoever and fleeting curiosity, I have decided to share the entire adventure of my trip to Archives. The day started the way most days begin for any Nairobian who is running on fumes but is about to see the bailing and emergency loan service that is also known as Mummy. Slowly.... 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 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’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 →

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 →

ABOUT NAIROBI, PEDESTRIAN KNOWS BEST

It’s March, the month of my mother’s birth. It got me thinking a lot about motherhood and maternal abilities. And of course, how I often compare Nairobi to an evil step mother from a Disney cartoon. But I am beginning to rethink that. Perhaps Nairobi, like Rumpelstiltskin, she is misunderstood as to her intentions. And I... Continue Reading →

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