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 cl...

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...

Some parenting lessons arrive in soft hugs. Others sneak in during lunch breaks-and missing earrings. In this one, I’m seated in the kitchen corner at 3 p.m., chatting with my colleague over lunch. We’re raising daughters, trying to choose love over lectures. Well... most days. I ask, “Have you noticed that the most privileged kids often end up the most entitled? Biggest complainers? Blaming every mishap on their parents?” She agrees, sharing an example of a certain 30-year-old madame she knows. Apparently, the lady once said her mum ruined her life- as she bit into a hamburger, because she fed her “everything good and bad.” Like, come on!! 😏😏 Maina surely… “God helps those who help themselves”—hence we save for a rainy day. It’s raining now, boss. 😂😂 And yes, we shouldn’t live like ng’ombes and mbuzis , pretending every bill is an ambush-but sasa tutado?? Honestly, if you’re employed and haven’t visited a doctor lately, just take a peek at your payslip and tell me who...

Red roses, dark chocolate, fine 🍷, better still money bouquet. Is it love overrated or just a beautiful thing? Wah!elderly man squeezed next to me, high as a kite, seriously unkempt. Today we 'sue' the guy who introduced 'sambazas', clearly we shall breathe next year😏 Listening to Ghost from patanisho just making a bad situation worse by his sarcastic laugh😂 Decision made, morning cup of tea in the house a no no for me.Funny walking style to the office(if you know you know), very embarrassing!! Two decades ago a dice was cast in my uncle's residence and I landed BM as my valentine date.Strangers though from same home area. We were both just done with high school. Or no, he had cleared a year before i did. So I put some effort in my valentines outfit. Red top,black pants and open high heel. We met outside nandos. Either we had chips from nandos or sonford. I recall chocolate and teddy bear he gifted me. Later and I mean 3 p.m🤭he introduced me to this underground ...

Three decades later and I still recall her ready-to-kill face, that purple-maroonish headscarf—basically the headmistress from Matilda , live version. 🤭 Njeri once told me that once a child turns seven, childhood amnesia is no longer a thing. It fades. So this morning, I asked Hailey to finish up making her chocolate while I worked on her pancakes. The only thing left was adding sugar and cocoa. Easy, right? Well. The mess I found afterward? 🙆🏽‍♀️ “Surely, Hails—this is the most basic of things! Can’t you do anything without turning the kitchen into a disaster zone? Come on! At your age, I could manage meals solo—with mum away even! You’ve got to style up!” But honestly, I need to give her more grace. Comparing her current efforts to my ancient childhood responsibilities? That’ll only stress me and crush her. So yeah—deep breaths. Let’s rewind a little. Convent boarding school. Somewhere in Thika. I joined when I was barely nine. Enter Warùrīithia. An older lady from the ar...

Amazing number. I really can't recall ever listening to reggae like that. Sitting at the edge of the seat in this old mathree - ghai! You know that fear of collecting fleas and bedbugs from those torn, dusty seats? Wah! Surely, they need to get these mats off the road. Says Nelly who doesn’t even own a bike 😏 Alafu these small small bumps... Boobs 👏 Ouch!! Even the guy seated next to me felt my pain. Gazed at me with sympathetic 👀. Ala! SMS from school. Fees balance reminder 😐 Honestly, there should be a rule that debt messages only come after noon 😏 Who needs that kind of energy early in the morning? OFA Mtaa bundle can be a con, by the way. My one hour is about to expire and I’ve been listening to one song on loop ‘cause the internet did that thing. Safaricom-monopoly madness. Meeting at 8:30 a.m. PRSSSS. Can we just communicate all things big and small via email? Just for one reason- I can’t keep time 🙆🏽‍♀️ Good thing though, Carried ngwaci for ...