I arrived at the airport late and literally broke into a run after the final check at JKIA for domestic flights. We were to leave for Lodwar for a CSR by the company I work for. I was panting and... Continue reading →

Nobody loves a drunk. And especially a drunk woman. It’s just against nature, they say. That a woman is supposed to stay at home and be a good girl. That a woman who stays out late is irresponsible. And is... Continue reading →

Let’s be honest, people. Adolescent girls in high school uniform look awful. Their skirts look like sack clothes and that swallow up their bodies. The school ties look uglier, especially the stripped ones. Correct? Now listen to this story: “Back... Continue reading →

Sometimes I wake up with a bright future. The alarm goes off and I don’t smash it to the wall. I get to the shower quickly and then afterwards, sit on my bed, still covered with the towel. Then I... Continue reading →

Image courtesy Sex is the icing on the cake. The last Champagne to be popped. The ultimate test of love. The secret last weapon. The final bow. Young women, who have not encountered it, hold on to their virginity tight,... Continue reading →

“Oh… look at you. I have a dress! How will I ride?” I asked brushing his arm. He smiled slyly when he heard ‘ride’. “Would you rather we stay home?” He asked enthusiastically. I wanted to say yes but I... Continue reading →

Deep love. Crazy love. Mad love. I am in love, one that constitutes all those types of love. It’s called shit love, an amorphous type of love. Ritah is my sweet pie, when she smiles I shake my head, when... Continue reading →

After previewing a million movies, scheming Joe and I unanimously settled for The Coalition. He assured me it was a girlie and romantic movie, which is not his type, but he would watch for my sake. Oh really. I thought.... Continue reading →

I hear stories of some tribes having strong affiliation towards sex. We all know them. I hear these women are hungry creatures. Famished sexually, 24/7.  I’m yet to find out if I have roots there too. But I have self-control. I... Continue reading →

I was brought up in a Christian family. I know you don’t believe it but I was an active member of Sunday school, knew Yona Yona alitubu kweli like I now know Timaya’s Sanko. I was a good, good girl.... Continue reading →