Nomads Unite

There is something uniquely terrible about the instant you realize, with complete certainty/clarity, that he is going to leave you, and no miracle that you (or a shaman. Ok, maybe a shaman) could perform can change that. Before the raging storm that is your tears, the quick and never fully encompassing psychoanalysis with your friends, […]

The first cut is the deepest

January is basically over, and I have holes in my ears. The year began with a bang (he. He.), result being that a lot of things have changed in my life. For one, my hairdo. For two, at the ripe old age of 23, I pierced my ears. For the first time. You see, the […]

Tiny black leeches.

And of course the first thing I thought was ‘Damnit,I don’t have painkillers.’ I walked into the salon – yes,you read that right. I too was surprised. – and instantly felt like the newest kid on the block. Dude. Salons are such an exclusive like for a specific community. Everyone knows each other. They’ve been […]

The Journey Home

Today,I came to a scary realization about my humanity and abject passive aggression. I was sitting – ok,am sitting – in a jav on my way home. The condi kept stopping for more people. Even when there were 4 or 5 people on every row but my row,he would still stop. This irritated me to […]

Confessions of a Best Maid

Best maid. What does that even mean? That I’m the best damsel,the best girl,in the archaic sense of the word? Best among who? That I’m the best servant? We all know I’m far too narcissistic to be the best at serving anything,except perhaps sarcasm,and even then,really…anyway. The wedding. It’s over! does a leap Now I […]

Summer time!

Praise Jesus, December has finally kicked in. Have you not noticed the sunny days, sans a wet blanket of rain? The clear Mombasa Road, as people have gone on leave? The joyous Christmas promotions that I will never win, yet like to look at anyway? I am very excited. I am able to wear shorts. […]

Egypt is not my home, neither

I am beginning to see the value of a husband. After I escaped the evil clutches of the desert of MORDOR (yes, I lived in Mordor. I refer to it as a desert because there was no water…ever. Turning on taps at work became a favourite pastime to cleanse my soul, because I would be […]