Random Thoughts of a Girl in Nairobi

   You know the one topic that tends to pique our interest the most? When you’re standing in a group of people and everyone tells a story of what’s happened in the latest news. You won’t ask questions about how increased tea exportation will help the economy; you won’t give a hoot about the new street lights in Nairobi. What you’ll care about is the story of that politician or Pastor who has family/marital problems. That celeb that got wasted and was arrested for being drunk and disorderly or something. And it’s such a natural response! Suppressing the urge to know and spread the latest dirt about others is a learned skill.    And maybe it’s because secretly we are jealous. Secretly we covet the success of those among us who’ve distinguished themselves in some way and now stand on a pedestal above us. Secretly we are dissatisfied with our lives and we just can’t stand to see others do better than we have. Secretly we know that there’s something wrong with being unable to be happy f

Disclaimer: I mostly like the current time we’re living in and I appreciate all the modern conveniences around me, but allow me to take you back to the 90s just because I’m feeling nostalgic… 1. pen-pals - Yeah, I bet that even some of you reading this now don't know what those are. Well allow me to educate you. A pen-pal is exactly what the name implies: a friend that you write to. Only that in this case you start off as complete strangers. Still don't get it? This is how it used to work: You go through a newspaper ( Usually the Sunday Nation ) and when you get to the kids section you'd find these personal ads from kids. They’d have their names, address, hobbies and parts of the world from where they'd like to make friends. So if you were interested, you’d write them a letter then the two of you would start corresponding and if things went well enough, your parents would help you two meet up in person. So while I was in class 2 or something I almost had a pen pa

   I am a control freak. There I said it. But only because it’s true. You remember those old movies where the bad guy’s evil henchmen repeatedly failed to beat the good guy. Then the bad guy would get upset and probably say something like ‘You can’t send a boy to do a man’s job’; he would then proceed to do the job himself ( not that he succeeded ). I’m that kind of person. Sometimes I’d rather do something myself because I trust myself, I have confidence in my competence and quite frankly, others have already failed at it. This is why last year I found myself facing the hardest thing I’ve ever done.    I had to re-sit my end-year exams. Passing meant that I’d move on to 3 rd year. Failing meant that I’d repeat 2 nd year. Imagine telling your parents that they’d have to pay an extra year’s worth of university fees ( Not pretty ). And even if I chose to change courses and kick medicine to the curb, I had no idea where to start or what I could change to. Obviously this was a very

For some people, this phrase is gender insensitive, politically incorrect and probably a million other kinds of wrong. But in this case it encompasses everything I want to say and it’s not my fault that the English language can sometimes have its short-comings. At every point in our lives we have stuff we’re meant to do. Things that are expected of us and that nobody will stand over your shoulder to make you do. More so if you’re my age . It could be really simple, like cleaning up after yourself, exercising, or being the first to apologise to a friend after a misunderstanding that was your fault to begin with. Ring a bell anyone? And you know what; we talk ourselves out of it. We make excuses and come up with principles against the said actions. We even take it a step further by creating proof to back up our defences and made-up hypotheses. I always say that the worst lies are the ones you believeyourself , so yep congratulations, if the last couple of lines describe you then you a

   The world can be a cold harsh unforgiving place. Whether it’s exams, unemployment issues or a rising cost of living; sometimes life just sucks. It depresses us and makes us want to crawl under a rock and hide. Let me take you back. Back through your memory to a moment in your recent or not-so-recent past when you woke up and felt terrible. You did not want to go to school or work but you had to. It was raining outside or maybe it was one of those days when the hot savannah sun beat down your back and turned you skin 2 shades darker. You were in a foul mood because the night before you’d had an argument with your boyfriend/girlfriend/mother/annoying younger sibling. Do you remember now? Your face probably looked like this:    And then out of the blue you got a facebook inbox or text message wishing you a good day. Or someone in your class or workplace randomly gave you a bar or chocolate or something. And then you were filled with the warm fuzzies and you instantly starte

   Everyone currently living in and from the +254 region is glued to their TV screens and laptop screens anxiously waiting for the election results to stream in. In the name of looking for a distraction to while away the hours and the tension, I started scrolling through my laptop archives (he he!) and found this piece that I wrote a while back. So enjoy... Dear X,    The idea of you and me is entrancing, seductive even. I think we match. Of course we match! That’s why we’re already friends. But it’s also why this is wrong. This is a mistake. This would be me going down a road that won’t give me leave. What we have right now is perfect the way it is. There’s no reason to muddle this friendship because of fleeting feelings. At least I hope to God that they are fleeting, because the alternative if far scarier than I’d like to confront right now. So don’t be surprised if I pull away. Don’t be surprised if I start ignoring you. This is for my own self-preservation, to keep my san