It’s twelve minutes past midnight. Just got into a fight with the man and I’m thinking of heading to the kitchen to find things to stuff in my face. Food will never disappoint, food will never annoy, food is loyal. Love food. After I can’t stuff my face anymore, I’m going to lie on my…
Let’s talk about wedding traditions real quick. If you have watched a Kenyan wedding show or attended a wedding (even if just for the food), you know that the bride’s parents almost always walk her down the aisle. It could be just the dad or the mom, sometimes it is both. Other times it is…
I have known for a while, that I lost the psyche to write. I have said it here before that when I started blogging, I did it as a safe space where I could freely express myself. Most of the time, I would write when I was in a bad place in life — angry,…
Never thought I would ever get a non-stick pan. To me, it was one of the most overrated pieces of utensils in the kitchen. It always felt like it was a sort of luxury that didn’t really add any value to the taste of my food. I was mainly skewed to think this way because of this…
My brother is a master of keeping in touch. Really, he stays connected with everyone. His friends, classmates, relatives…Sometimes he asks me if I know Person X who was asking after me or he gives me details of his meet-up with that cousin to the brother of the niece of our great-grandmother and I am…
As a teenager, I would write letters to my mum whenever I felt like I needed to communicate to her about something that was bothering me. It was the best way for me to fully and comfortable express myself. She would always write back, pushing her responses under my bedroom door or just leaving them…