Thought tide

The elephant in my room. It started with a simple question. "How is business going?" Not sure if we are ever ready for the answers that come from such open-ended questions. In my mind, I expected a simple "Good." Or "Tough." With a very brief explanation to follow. Instead, this turned into a one-hour conversation with my Bolt driver on the way home. The first twenty minutes were quite engaging. The next twenty, mostly him talking with a few comments from me. The next twenty, no contribution from my end, just the occasional "Mmm..." to reassure him I was still there. But was I really? Don't ask about the last thirty minutes. A feeling of annoyance. Brain fatigue. Every nerve screaming, "Please...just shut up!" I instantly regretted my question. I was aiming for brief pleasantries, not a full business concept, proposal, wins, failures...and future projections. So this morning, I received a call from my daughter's school just to c...

The messy in-between. TOL, proud of you, my not so little princess... Or maybe that's not the right way to put it. Wednesday afternoon. Home alone. Just perfect me bonding time... YOU. The number of times I've watched this creepy series is astonishing. I like the vibe almost as much as I find it creepy. Beck...craving to be seen. To be chosen. Her character, the typical dreamer striving to write, to do poetry, to articulate thoughts into words. But totally lost. Childhood trauma. A constant struggle to be seen. Quite the messy in-betweener. One moment dying to be a badass, the next settling for the bare minimum from the people around her. Joe chooses her, but possesses her in the worst possible ways...even eliminating those close to her because he feels they are a threat to what they could possibly have. Even attempts to fix her, to be the version he thinks suit her. However, can one really fix another person? One Sunday morning...An emotional conversation... I blubbered, ...

Mourning the Loss of Possibility It was close to midnight on a Sunday. Usually, I'd be fast asleep, preparing my brain for the coming week. This Sunday, though, I was wide awake. Busy chatting away. He texted, "Observe yourself. See what needs adjusting and what needs to stay. You've been in fight-or-flight mode for too long, so letting go is hard for you." I replied, "Letting go? Of what exactly?" He responded, "Letting go of a leadership role you've been forced to take for so long. There can never be two alphas in a relationship. It will be chaos through and through." I stared at that message for a while before typing back. "I don't desire to be an alpha. I want someone who will take charge, but still be mindful of my feelings. Here is the thing though... My brain has been fighting this belief that most heterosexual men generally hate women." He replied, "You've summed it up perfectly. Your brain tells you men hate wome...

When I say the devil is in the detail, I mean it. Lately, I’ve been speaking fiercely over my life. I stubbornly refuse to have murmurs… I am intentional with my gratitude. I think it often. I openly confess it any chance I get… I even say it when I hold doubts in my mind. But when I say the mind is a bully…mine has to be the leader of the gang. Btw, if there were two days my tummy has growled, it must be yesterday and today. Not from underfeeding, just some kind of upset… Ever felt like your gut is “rotten” without any medical proof? The windows will be opened at night… If you know, you know🤭 Back to “meaningful stuff.” This gorgeous lady from Pop the Balloon asks a potential match: “Anyone in your life, alive or deceased, who has made you look at life and see things differently?” She mentions her younger sister who passed away a year before, who taught her to go for what she believes in, what she wants in life. I pause on the episode… Not because it was an ambush thought...

So I wanted to write a beautiful love letter in the month of February. Why not to someone? Perhaps because with people, I can choose to feel the love or not. But money love? I’m not so sure about this one. It feels one-sided. Then someone would randomly ask, what is love? I would sum it up as adoration and consideration. But you, you stay too short a time. No sooner are you around than you want to leave. Why don’t you stay? You are needed. You are wanted. Then you would ask, you let me go so fast and so easily. Truth is...I struggle to let you go. Every bit of you exiting feels like a piece of me left void. I let you go not out of ease but out of lack of choice. Then you would say, why not multiply me so that I stay? I do not have a clear answer for you now, But please...stay a while. Regards, The one you leave behind😏 Dedication song playing in my head... Money comes to me easily, money comes to me fast Money loves my company when money comes at last While heading home, my stopover...

 Today feels like one of those mornings where faces blur into each other. A lady passes by the mathree I’m in and for a second I think, Isn’t that Joan from high school? She comes closer and, no. Not even close. She’s inches shorter, chubbier, round-faced. Joan was tall, slim, sharp-featured. Memory playing tricks again. Minutes later, another woman fast-paces past the Citi Hoppa. Isn’t that Achieng? Someone I worked with a couple of years ago. She disappears before I can confirm. Maybe it was the walking style. Maybe it was just my mind still half-asleep. Anyhu...I try to mind my business. Until Classic FM decides that 8 a.m. is the perfect time to debate women who don’t support their spouses when shit hits the fan. Like...really? It’s barely morning. The never-ending gender battles. And then my mind drifts to a video I watched recently of a grown man in tears, explaining how his wife wiped their joint business clean. I sympathized. These stories are no longer rare. Both...

Middle age has a way of turning the volume up on money. Suddenly, every decision echoes—savings, debt, health, the future. Time feels shorter, comparison gets noisier, and financial choices carry more weight. Still, this is not a panic stage. It’s a clarity stage. Wealth-building here isn’t about catching up; it’s about finally paying attention and making intentional moves. It starts with belief. Believe that you can save. Believe that you can invest. Believe that the numbers can change. Without belief, even the best plan stays on paper. Next, get specific. Vague goals create vague outcomes. Write down what you want: a home, retirement security, school fees, freedom from debt, or peace of mind. Then map out how you’ll get there. Clear goals give your money direction. Improve how you understand money. You don’t need to be a financial expert, but you do need financial literacy. Learn how investments work. Understand compound interest-time is still your ally. Know the tax implications,...

 I kept my voice steady, held my gaze, trying not to cause alarm. But it really bothered me. I was concerned.  I once told a friend that while people insist on “not burning bridges,” I bomb mine. I don’t look back on past relationships. I hold no enmity toward any of my exes, but I’m not one to cling to any kind of relationship after we part ways. So one would wonder how, after a decade, I’m suddenly having this conversation with my ex. We both blubbered about how life can slip through our fingers so fast, how we ought to be ready and prepared for exit. I asked him, “What does that preparation look like?” He gave me an unsure look and said, “Just live knowing each day could be your last.” Then that unpopular phrase;“What do you bring to the table?” came up. Oh, how I hate that phrase. While you pursue her, isn’t it because you already foresee something she can offer? I even smiled remembering that meme: “Don’t ask me what I bring to the table. I bring absolutely nothing. In ...

Let me tell you about my Fuliza Chronicles… I leave work past 6. It’s a bit dark, drizzling. I remove my sweater to cover my hair. My 2km trek to the stage is quick-halfway there, it pours. In my light black-and-white chiffon top, the wetness hits deep. I finally board a mathree. We’re crammed in as usual-and of course, why open the windows while it’s raining? Cue the near faint experience🙇🏾‍♀️ Along the way, we start paying our dues. The conductor gives me a paybill number. I input the account number-Mpesa responds: “Transaction cannot be completed at the moment.” I wait, try again-same response: “A similar transaction is underway.” Now the conductor’s irritated. We try the “send money” option. Miserably, same result: “Transaction cannot be completed. Try later.” At this point, everyone’s quiet. I look like a fraud. The conductor’s mad-panicky, rude, maybe even insulting. “Wewe ata hio pesa huna kwa hio Mpesa. Ulitaka tu ya sare!” My God. The panic, the fear, the embarrassmen...