Tag: #motherhood #karmaisabitch #wastedyears

  • WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS

    Appearances can be the most important thing from time to time. Perhaps this explains why women take forever to get dressed for both special and not-so-special occasions. On this particular morning, Mary wasn’t having it easy. She stood in front of the mirror staring at her image after fitting into the fifth dress and yet…

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  • NEW BEGINNINGS

    Sometimes things can be so vivid. And so was the one million shillings cheque in my hands. Finally, the betting industry had paid off. I could already see myself setting up a couple of businesses with the money perhaps I will even buy my grandmother that jiko okoa she keeps on requesting. As I held…

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  • INSIGHT FROM A BODA BODA RIDER

    The rainy season has yet again knocked on our doors. Praise heavens. It’s during such seasons that my grandfather would wrap himself in his favourite coat, you know the one that probably saw the mixture of soap and water in a basin after many moons? Yes, that one. He would then get his godfather hat…

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  • A BLOSSOMING CHERRY

    A quiet man is a thinking man. A quiet woman is a mad woman with scheming thoughts. Saturday nights were slow, not what I anticipated. On such days I would spend hours catching up on my favourite telenovelas or some Hollywood series every Jane Linda and Mary has been rattling about. Other days were harder,…

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