Men are trash! But this post is about dustbins. There’s a plastic ban in Kenya and hence I cannot keep using my Tuskys takeaway plastics to throw away trash, because sometimes imagine I try to be a law abiding citizen. So I decided it was time to get one of those taller dustbins, the ones […]
I don’t like this exercise thing. I know I need to start liking it for my 50 year old (curvy, richer) self. But listen. LISTEN, LINDA. MAN’S NOT HOT. I kid. Listen. Exercise isn’t fun. It doesn’t look good. I don’t get a rush doing it. I don’t look forward to doing it. Si fundyms. […]
It’s Monday again and no, I haven’t finished doing any of the work I’m supposed to. I need to figure out so much where my work is concerned – primarily, how badly I want to keep doing it. Issa mad ting – saying no to money because you know you should be paid more, in […]
Getting your period is amazing because it is like the foolproof confirmation that you’re not pregnant. Ok in most cases unless seriously you were kinda sorta meant to have this baby and got pregnant, somehow, during your period. That’s a thing, right? Like, that one time that you had sex and then were 2 hours […]
today is one of those days when I don’t want to write and I don’t want to get out of bed and I don’t understand why I’m not rich and I don’t know who picked me to not be in the royal family and I need to start playing the lottery again because my paycheck […]
In principle, I like beaches. They’re a plethora of shades of blue, which was my favourite colour before I decided that rainbow could be my favourite colour, fuck limited choices, and they have pretty sand, which gets everywhere, but it’s worth it, because that means that you were doing super fun things like building sandcastles […]
Do you know why mothers are a healing ground? Why they are a balm, a saviour, a creator of light? Why they can take your tears and turn them into the redefining of what your soul is, a better version, a refined self? Because they have been knitting you together, reshaping you, since you were […]
