Safaricom vs Telkom vs Airtel

Is it a Kenyan thing, or is it just me? In my quest to enjoy the best of all possible worlds, and perhaps a little FOMO; I have Airtel, Safaricom, and Telkom telephone numbers and might just be joining Equitel or even Faiba when I gather enough information on them. [For the record I even had a YU line back in the day too]. Well, this is a review of the three mobile phone service providers: Voice/SMS Airtel is the network where your credit hardly ever runs out. This has been my experience for real because voice calls and sms are so affordable. I’m always happy to call somebody back because, as I’ve always told everyone, “credit yangu haiishangi” (my airtime never runs out) which is good for me and Read more

What Does Faith look like? What does it mean to have faith?

“I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” [Mark 9:24] This has been my prayer, no, it has been the cry that has consumed my entire being for the past 9 months. The cry that has been constantly in my mind, heart and on my lips and it had been getting increasingly desperate as the days went on by. Some major family issues coupled with my dad’s health situation had steadily began to weigh on my faith. All I wanted was for my dad to get better, to help him get better and when I saw that it wasn’t happening, I’d be like “God, why aren’t you with me on this? Kwani you don’t care?” I had taken my role as caregiver too personally and literally, that I began to Read more

House-help chronicles part 2

I like writing about househelps (or domestic managers as they are now called) because let’s face it, they add a certain flavour, excitement or even drama to our daily living. From eating the baby’s cerelac, to entertaining male “friends” and wearing the employer’s clothing; their shenanigans are the stuff of Hollywood blockbusters. Love them or hate them, they are an important part of our modern city life. Here are a few types I have observed: Madam Appetite One lady in my hood had a househelp who, in the name of tasting the food she had just cooked, would eat a plateful of food, then at mealtime, eat another plateful. Especially on the days she cooked meat dishes, ha ha. I know it’s true because the local “CNN” always had the Read more

Everybody needs good neighbours

Buruburu Estate has always been a pleasantly unassuming place – a kind of urban melting pot with all kinds of people from diverse backgrounds living together in harmony. For the most part anyways. There are always those neighbours who consistently test the limits of good neighbourliness because they do not want to adhere to community guidelines. These are the kind I want to write about today. Issa rant! First off, let me talk about individualism. The extreme kind that’s slowly creeping into our community life, threatening to turn neighbours into strangers and in the process kill the heart of our African culture. Back in the day, it was just as normal to be sent next door to borrow a few matchsticks, as it was to have a neighbour knock on Read more

In loving memory of my dear sister

Happy Birthday Wangari! About four years ago, you celebrated your last birthday on earth but you did not receive a happy birthday wish from me. I had sent you my customary happy birthday text message, but it is only later that I came to realize that you did not receive it because you had changed numbers. When you left us a mere 3 months later, one of the things I regretted was why I didn’t also post a happy birthday wish on Facebook, because then you would definitely have seen it. I remember the last conversation we had some weeks earlier. You had come home to collect some merchandise and we had an interesting conversation about how Size 8 had gotten saved and married DJ Mo. You wondered if it Read more