Today You Are Here, Tomorrow You Are Somewhere Else

September 7, 2017

I am on the commuter train heading to work. Another long day of building someone’s dreams. Another long day of emails, meetings, calls, chats, documents, sign offs, and a tonne of plastic smiles. I have since mastered the art of plastic smiling. Flashing my teeth someone’s way and pretending to be genuinely amused, when I […]

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We Need New Names

September 6, 2017

I must admit, I haven’t read in a while. Which is bad because a good writer is a good reader. Maybe this is the reason why I lost my mojo and couldn’t write for months. The last book I read was one I have always wanted to read after my friend (thanks, Wilcky) shared an […]

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Karma Is A Lost Hen

September 3, 2017

I envy people whose shaggz is just a few minutes or hours away from the city. Those who can easily travel home, have lunch with the peeps and travel back, all in a day. ¬†For me, travelling home via public transport is an entire day or night’s affair, depending on what time I choose to […]

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girl's heart

This Is How You Win A Girl’s Heart

September 2, 2017

We could be friends, we could date, we could hang out. As long as you do these 5 simple things. 1. Food. Fries Before Guys. Food Before Dudes. I can’t say this enough. Get me good food and you have me. My current favorites are some Nuvita biscuits called Hobnobs. Wueh! Those little chocolatey traitors […]

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BEDA 1: Learn The Rules Like A Pro. So You Can Break Them Like An Artist

September 1, 2017

Happy New Month. I love September. Mostly because it’s my birthday month. And my sister’s. And my brother’s. And John Wick’s. And Beyonce’s. Do you share a birthday month with Beyonce? Will Smith? No? Sit down. This awesome month, I am embarking on

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Ogo Okafor

And You Sir, Are The Best Thing That Has Happened To Me. Therefore I Will Love You

May 29, 2017

I have trouble letting go of relationships. Once I am in, I am in, and I never seem to find it in me to give up and let go. Until he is urinating on all of my clothes and pouring maji ya madondo¬†on them. Or literally asking me to kill myself. This ‘weakness’ of mine […]

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