exes

I hate seeing my exes. Ok, I don’t hate seeing all of my exes. There are some who I’m very happy to see. I like seeing the ones who I split with amicably. There was even some horizontal tangoing post the breakup just to be officially done – the prescribed last three rodeos before retirement […]

more things I hate

Sorry guys. I’ll do a post on nice things. Soon. Two things today: You know when you have gotten to a point on your life when you can pick and choose which tissue you buy? Life’s too short for one-ply, etc? And you know which tissue you’ll buy on a budget, (Hanan) and which one […]

when I hate writing

What a great first post of the year. The irony here is of course that I’m just trying to avoid the three writing assignments that I took on with almost no intention of doing them on time. I hate writing when I have a deadline. Some of the best stuff comes out when I have […]

church but not for White Jesus

When your heart’s been broken a couple of times, you understand the resistance that people have towards ever falling in love again. I get people’s anxiety now. Back when I hadn’t been broken up with and heartbreak was a vague thing I identified with in Celine Dion songs. But after my heart shattered, it was […]

dustbins

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 […]

exercise shaming

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. […]

daddy’s girl

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 […]

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