As far as I can remember, I’ve been writing. Ever since I was young. I remember making DIY journals back in primary school, placing pieces of paper together and stapling them, decorating the cover page. Mother of DIYs. In highschool, I spent half of my preps doing assignments. The other half I spent writing on […]Read More LIFE UPDATE + WHAT REALLY MADE ME STOP BLOGGING
If you thought my posts were relatable, think again. Have you ever gone to Kenyatta Market(KM) to get your hair braided, or cut or you were just accompanying someone? First of all, if you happen to be in the surrounding 1km with your hair out open, you’re a mark. You’re like an antelope in the […]Read More KENYATTA MARKET HORROR STORIES
While growing up, I kept complaining to my mum that people(in public) always look at me so so so so so much. Have I emphasized enough? She told me that I’d get used to it. Well, I’m 23 now and they’re still staring, Mom! Most of my friends who I walk with in town/ public […]Read More JUST ANOTHER GIRL WITH SOCIAL ANXIETY
Disclaimer; (Experiences borrowed from real life people) In life, adulting comes with disappointments. At least when we were young the only disappointment we got was when your parent(s) didn’t buy you something that you wanted. Adult disappointments are on a whole other different level. Their own level. Whether it’s your crush who says they don’t […]Read More DISAPPOINTMENT (S)
“ksks ks, Njugu! Njugu! Njugu!” Njuguna has been a hawker for as long as he can remember. Straight out highschool, he started selling njugu karanga(peanuts). On Friday evenings Njuguna meets with his colleagues in the hawking industry and they open a cold one and cheers for better times ahead. kanyam chom, ugali and some kachumbari […]Read More NJUGUNA WA NJUGU
“Hizo makucha hazikukai,” said the salonist. I don’t blame her, she’s just looking for a customer and damn isn’t she good at it. Initially, I went to the salon to have my hair curled,(those days when I used to go to the salons in town). I don’t know how I ended up on a bed, […]Read More STORY TIME: MY FIRST FACIAL !
I’m done with Nairobi night life… About an year ago I started going out. Actually it reached a point where I was asking myself kwani what did I use to do before I started going out. I can blame it on school, wanting to blow off some steam from the pressure there. But that would […]Read More NAIROBI NIGHT LIFE