We sit at an open field outside Kasarani Indoor Arena, the venue for IYF youth Camp which happens every year in July. There are voices of joy and excitement in the background. Not a surprise. That is what happens when young people meet. Few meters from us a team of dancers are practicing their…
Hi guys, It has been a while since I wrote a post. Most of us new bloggers have excuses oh my job, oh life but really there is no excuse that can make sense when consistency is what is needed to make it here. So, I will not give an excuse. I recently changed work…
Hi, Y’all. It is yet another post and so that we start on an honest note, I have a confession to make. I have never rocked two strand twist out Infront of people(mbele ya watu as we Kenyans like to say). Craving yellow does it all the time but I have always thought it was because her hair…
When I went natural I did not know so many things about healthy hair practices. I would wash my h air with any shampoo, comb it, apply oil, style it and fight my hair all week. I would spend hours in the morning trying to make my hair look neat. Combing, stretching, twisting it you…
You will need: 1.Water in spritz bottle 2.Oil(coconut/olive your drug of choice) 3.Curling butter/gel 4. A hairband 5. Bobby pins Procedure >Wet hair with water until it feels moisturized. You can use a spritz bottle or just a bowl and your hands. >Take your oil, apply on your plans and rub it all over your hair.…
I tightly close my eyes, clench my teeth together and firmly tighten my fists. This is going to hurt, I whisper to myself. I know so. I have had this pain before. Not once. Not twice. But many many times. I have shed tears during this experience. Hated the person doing it and contemplated to…
When I was four, my mom used to make my hair. I was known as the tiny little dark girl with big hair. I was very thin, attributed to my loath for food and the persistence of diseases to eat up my few developing tissues. She would sit on a stool and I would place…
She smiles, her smile glaring and displaying a light that sends the souls of her listeners into a bliss of craving yellow.
She 😢 and shivers as she rolls on the floor. She quickly crawls under the covers her hands drenched in sweat. She can hear it. It is moving closer and closer the bed breathing and groaning loudly with blood thirst. She grabs to the duvet clinging on it like it is her saving grace. She…
My heart bleeds for Janet but it cannot compare to what her family and close friends are feeling I know. However, it is still saddening and sorrowful to see a star so bright fade away. Janet was a soldier. Literally. She lit like fire, walked like fire and spoke fire. The first time I saw…
Yesterday I witnessed a ‘gentleman’ moment. So the konda kept letting more and more people in every stop, I boarded a matatu to work and you know the usual Kenyan habit of matatus overloading. A white man probably in his late 30s or early 40s got in. He was in a white t-shirt, well-fitted jeans,…
The monster that is every writer’s nightmare paid me a visit. Name, writers’ block. I have been fighting it for almost three weeks now and trust me it is worse than fighting with your partner. I mean can you imagine battling something that is in you, with you and constantly reminding you of your failure.…
