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 was truly possible for someone who was a certified “bad-girl”, Read more

Chronicles of a train-catcher part 2

The train-catcher’s story continues… Monday 29th Sept: Was late today, so I missed the train & had to take two matatus to work! Not funny because since I started using the train, my transport budget has reduced by a third. There is only one train back this evening and I’m now beginning to suspect that Kenya Railways are trying to make this the rule. Anyway, I don’t mind leaving an hour late because I have a good read in my bag: “The 4:8 Principle” by Tommy Newberry. –*– Thursday 9th October: D-R-A-M-A! The honeymoon is officially over. I got there by 6:15am but no train arrived. After waiting for a few minutes the crowds started dispersing in search of other means of transport. Seems they had inside information to the effect that the train was going to be a no-show Read more

Chronicles of a train-catcher part 1

I first used the train for transport to and from town in 2009 and then, it was more like an adventure. Those were the days when Kenyans used to ride on top of the train or hanging from the windows and doors. On my very first ride from the CBD I stood next to the door (like a pro) in my power suit & heels, carrying a handbag and feeling like a tourist does on their first matatu ride. I wish I had carried a video camera to capture that experience *sigh!* Adding to the drama were traffic policemen stationed at random points along the tracks, ready to whip the pants off guys who were hanging from the moving train. I revisited it in 2014 out of necessity, having been stranded one too many mornings due to matatu scarcity. My Read more

My first ever office job…circa 1900…

I’ve dug this piece from way back, long before I even started this blog. It’s a brief account I did to celebrate the first few weeks at my first job as a receptionist. May 9 My first outing to the place which has been my home till now…only that at the time, I had no idea that I would be there for as long as I have been. Was just checking out the place and hoping to meet one of the bosses who would hopefully give me my “three-week” visa for a temporary job. It is a blistering hot Friday afternoon and I’m in for a long walk from Hurlingham shopping centre. I am wearing my brand new Italian leather shoes (gifted by my sweet sister Enid) and they are doing some major injustice to my feet which are in Read more

Dark Horses by Switchfoot

“We’re singing hey, you can’t count us out; we’ve been running up against the crowd, yeah, we are the dark horses. We’re singing wait, it’s not over now, we’ve been down but we’ve never been out, we are the dark horses…” A ‘dark horse’ according to Merriam-Webster is “a little-known contender (as a race horse) that makes an unexpectedly good showing. This piece is dedicated to a beautiful girl with a heart of gold. The sweetest, most sincere human being on the face of the planet for real: my lovely, precious sister Lydia. “I’ve been to hell & back again…” Life has dealt her some difficult cards because she’s specially-abled. She’s been overlooked, under-appreciated and down-trodden, even by those who should be supporting her. It’s quite easy to dismiss her & others like her; few of us take time to Read more