Thought tide

I am seated on second last row in a mathree, there is only one vacant seat at the back. A woman who looks to be in her late fifties trying to squeeze her way through. Out of kindness I let her have my seat and instead opt to take the back seat. She takes the seat, expressionless, doesn't look at me, doesn't thank me. Ala!! At the back seat, a lady seated next to her son quickly whispers to me ' that was so kind of you'  I just smile back. So in my quick calculations, she was quick to compensate and throw in a good remark. First cos she could have noticed the unrecognized gesture and second she probably wanted her son to learn a lesson. The lesson here could be based on interpretation😕😁 Very soothing inspiring gospel music by cece winans playing on the background.  Still appalled by the woman's reaction. Don't get me wrong, i don't regret it. Giving her my seat was the the right thing to do. But come on! What happened to being courteous. A simple thank you ...

The Middle Finger, Mandazis & Mayhem: A Chaotic Nairobi Monday Damnit, the pain. Yesterday, I was indoors all morning and afternoon. Decided to try a mandazi recipe. I didn’t bother checking how many pieces the ingredients would make. Outcome: a whole basin of mandazis. 😏😏 Sasa nitazipeleka wapi? 😡 The first ten pieces were heavenly — probably because they were still hot. The rest? Quite hard. Straight up ngumu style. What happened to that softness staying put? Evening rolls in, and I’m on a call with mum — God knows how I enjoy those moments. Lost track of time. At 7:30 p.m., I’m dashing out with Hailey to the salon for her usual hair wash and straightening. It’s a 15-minute walk to our go-to place. Rhoda hadn’t even blow-dried her hair for two minutes before — blackout. Not to worry (busy consoling myself), KPLC just playing one of their classic pranks. We’ll wait it out. Ten minutes later, it starts to rain. Heavy downpour. Now we’re stuck: no light, wet hair, and cle...

3:41 a.m!!! Rather restless. Frustrated. I was in bed by 10 p.m., physically tired, fully expecting a restful night. So why was I still awake at that ungodly hour? Regrets? Three mugs of coffee during the day. Thirty minutes on TikTok before bed. It was supposed to calm my thoughts, not awaken all my senses. The more I tried to sleep, the more alert my mind became. A friend once advised me to listen to rain sounds on YouTube when struggling to fall asleep. Tried that too. My mind wouldn’t budge. Then my brain decided to pick a fight. Mind: "So… you’re stuck in life?" Excuse me?? Not you, my own brain, bullying me at 3 a.m. Me: "Come on. I feed you daily with positive affirmations and vibes!" Mind: "Still… you're not doing enough." Then it hit me—something someone casually said last Saturday: "You're not comfortable. You're just not aggressive." Okay. Even if that were true… what does aggression even look like? Mi...