YES! I CAN! I REALLY CAN! Why do you talk like that? You are so opinionated! Do you ever wear dresses? You always have something to say? Women aren’t meant to be that tall. You sound like a man. Your expectations are unrealistic! Your standards are too high! This is how life is. Without money
I had an interesting conversation yesterday with my best friend and an amazing new friend, Wawira. The meeting was a business discussion that soon evolved into a conversation about life and a new concept I am learning from the book Roadmap, called Self Construction. Self construction is all about defining your life’s path your way,
Kibe wiped the misty mirror and looked dead into it, his eyes were puffy and red, his skin was drooping and the grey hair seemed to be overtaking his face. His alarm rang again, he sighed. It was 4.30 am. He lifted himself from the sink and flexed, his chubby frame jiggling in the mirror
Friday was a crazy day traversing the city. I started off in the Nairobi CBD and shuttled off to Ngong road and then Juja road and finally Lavington, how I made it to nearly each location on time was a miracle of God. The last two stops were fun, I honestly think the biggest incentive
The cold woke Ali up, he had no idea how he had got out of the box to the cold smelly pavement. His body began to shudder from the cold. He looked up at the city clock an arm’s length away; it was 5.30am the morning crowd had began to flock in to the city.
When my mum was a little girl periodically my great granddad would send her to look for a specific type of small pebbles. Every time she would ask what they were for, he would chew her out for questioning an adult. The answer was always, “go and ask your mother, you shouldn’t ask your granddad