If a story is in you, it has to come out. This is the story of how cakes are a major part of my life. Can my personality be described simply as cake?
Hebrew for gall, brazen nerve and incredible guts that can be confused for arrogance..
The pastor said, “God will surprise you in the month of July” and booooyyyy did he surprise me.
This past year of my life can be summed up as one big ball of contrasts. From Dandora to Manyani road.
Party like an animal or with animals? We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.
Contraceptives and dogs are two words I never thought I’d ever put side by side…but here we are.
What happens when you like to travel and have fun but have limited time and resources? Go to Mombasa for 36 hrs. No more, No less
A monochrome gallery. Black and white makes everything look so profeshhhh and artistic..
A sneak peak in to my gallery. Let's call it last month's highlights. but like in pictures?
I bet we all know a Nairobian whose favourite line is “I only go to town if I have to” or "I can't remember the last time I was in town"
No not that kind of dream. An actual dream.We spend a third of our lives asleep. We all know someone who says they will sleep when they die or sleep is for the weak. We are conditioned that sleep is a bad thing. A lazy thing. People take pride in being insomniacs and sleeping 4 hours every night. Weirdos.
I don't know whether it's writer's block, lack of inspiration or if there's something in the air but the words are not flowing as they should. Read my latest article here as I try to figure out what my comeback will be on here, In the meantime, I've been messing around with my phone and... Continue Reading →
Picture this: Everything is going right. Your job is looking good, your mental health has never been better and you are actually quite content with your physical looks. Your skin is clearing up and you don't have to struggle in to that favourite pair of jeans that makes your booty sit right. A dream right?... Continue Reading →
#Kulture. This is a word that has recently made its fair share of rounds across Kenyan social media all thanks to one beautiful and extra in all ways, @KatitiKiteta (ig, twirra, etc) Basically Kenyan culture = Kulture. Genius. I know. In an effort to appreciate kulture, two of my besties and I saw it best... Continue Reading →
God save my country is all I can say every morning when I come to and remember the political situation in my home country. After spending close to two years out of Kenya, I was aching to go back home and start my Kenyan life. I will admit that I was only thinking of the... Continue Reading →
13.08pm Uncomfortably sandwiched between the driver and a man who is coughing at 50 second intervals. TB ina tiba boss. This middle seat is particularly uncomfortable today, so much so that i bundle up a scarf into a “pillow” to support my neck. It’s the usual hustle and bustle today. Offload people at designated and... Continue Reading →
7.01pm I don’t know why i keep doing this to myself. I hate crossing highways. Mombasa road gives me anxiety. Self diagnosed anxiety. I have googled what this fear is called. Many times. I clearly don’t have said phobia because i would remember what it’s called… right? “Rounda sitini” says the conductor of the matatu... Continue Reading →