The Way We Love

Love, I always thought, was something that just happened to you. You didn’t have much of a say in it. You weren’t the boss of it. When love spoke, you listened and you didn’t ask questions. Or you could, if you were ready to receive silence in return for your curiosity. Love, it just was. And then I was met …

Lost Love: The Notebook(s)

There are things we go through that we are supposed to grow through. Things that beat us about, press us into a corner, force us to rethink everything. Things that teach us what matters and what doesn’t, things that help us become. Difficult things, like high school or losing everything you own. Then there are things that help us come …

The Dogs

I am upcountry. The air is fresh and a light breeze is always blowing, teasing the leaves on the trees that run along the fence, making them rustle, sounding like nature is whispering its secrets to you. The sunshine is gentle here, nothing like that harsh Nairobi sun that blazes without respite, determined to kill you and everything you love. …

When Your Life Means Nothing

It is past midnight. Maybe 1:00 am, maybe 2:00. I cannot sleep. I close my eyes and hear that my breathing is too heavy, noisy. My body is tight with tension, like a clenched fist. Ironic because I am not strong. I cannot fight. And it feels like I have been crying non-stop for three days straight. Outside my window, …

Working Class: The Story So Far

Adulthood here I come! Sort of. I’ve met 30-something-year-olds who claim that they are still trying to become successful adults so I don’t know. I may not get the hang of it until I’m retired. I can say ‘retired’ because I am now a part of the working class. Again, sort of.  I have only just been introduced to the …

The Fangirl Who Knew No Shame

You’re here! It’s a bit nicer here, right? Welcome to our new home. Again, no shoes on the carpet. I made a new friend last week. And I met a bunch of people. I know, I’m also surprised. Who knew that I could have more than five friends, right? Now I have six. Kind of. I don’t think my new …

Do Right By Your Own-Part Two

I read a book and started to write about it (kind of) last week and then I got carried away into another topic. It happens. But not today. Today I am going to stay on track and we’re going to talk about women and the ways in which they need to do right by each other.

Do Right By Your Own

At long last. I have returned. The words came back. Or they never left. They had just refused to leave my mind. But I have read. I may not have written but I have read. It’s something, right? I mean, people are out here wasting their time writing epics and rescuing children from hurricanes but the real heroes are those …

Looking for the Small Dreams

My mother never misses an opportunity to point out the differences between our generation and theirs, particularly those that glare offensively, rebelliously. We think it permissible to sleep at 4 am and wake up at 4 pm that same day. To them, it is just another confirmation that we are messed up in some way, for a virtuous person rises …

Honour, Courage, Industry

High school was a strange period. You have this diverse group of 1000 girls, all so different in all manner of ways, and somehow you still succeed in creating and maintaining an annoying sameness. Looking back now, I find it remarkable how unremarkable we all were. There were few people who had a significant something that set them apart, made …