“Dude, didn’t that mama notice the ring on your finger?” “Wapi! Maybe she thought it was bling” “Bling on your wedding ring finger? Stop making up excuses for her Man” “What are you trying to say?” “I’m saying she wants you to give it to her like a Spartan!” “He he he, I’m a married Man” “Lawrence bana, what happened to you? Now I believe in Miracles kabisa!” “I don’t know. You really think that girl wanted me?” “Dude, she was all over you the whole night, took your number, introduced you to her friends,… Continue reading →
My daughter belongs so beautifully in my life that sometimes I think I imagined her. That I imagined her innocent stare, or her silky skin, or her bubbly baby talk. Or her soft hair. I had never imagined though, that my daughter would raise me. My daughter is raising me to be a morning person. In my hey-days, I was the ultimate 10 hours a night minimum kind of girl. Now, I am the ultimate early riser. Her wails at 4am every morning leave me with no choice but to save my eardrums and pick… Continue reading →
Week after week I have sat and watched myself become what my mother feared I would become; a product of my own de-motivation. I exist but I do not live. The morning breeze is nothing but a state of weather and the wind through where I wish my long silky hair might have been is a figment of nature. Nothing powerful. Nothing worth jotting a few musical notes about. I watch my friends go through life. making the best of what they were granted and it hit me. Have I not learned? What have I… Continue reading →
I got a weird message from someone, let’s call him ‘friend’, accusing me of all manner of things. Telling me to stop my stupidity and that if I want him to go back to his bad boy in the hood days he can do it, and all manner of stuff. I was perplexed, shocked even. My first thought was I should get angry; but I thought, poor boy must be deranged or something, perhaps he has undergone something traumatic and just needs to vent; but why vent out on me, what did I do? My… Continue reading →
Hijab means a veil or a cloth that describes modesty in Islam. I have worn the hijab for most part of my life, on and off. But since last year Ramadhan, I decided to wear hijab permanently. Most people don’t understand why we wear hijab. Most muslims don’t either. Here are some reasons why we wear hijab. To Identify ourselves as Muslims. When I put on the hijab, people identify me as a Muslim and what we stand for. The hijab identifies me as a woman who knows her worth.. We are not judged when we wear the hijab,… Continue reading →
The challenges single ladies go through are enormous to say the least. Do not get me wrong, it is fantastic to be in this stage. Looking forward to the next stage, whenever it may come; Just being you; Eating cake for supper and not feeling guilty, because of-course you have hidden the guilt so far in, you convince yourself you do not feel it! Being single allows you to sleep over at your girlfriends house without worrying about anyone or what may go wrong at home. There is no one to walk outside with bathroom… Continue reading →
![Me, me and more me! [Part 2]](http://lily.co.ke/files/2014/06/whatsapp-180x180.png "Me, me and more me! [Part 2]")
Co-workers Oh well, what can I say about these people. They are the people I spend 90% of my time with. They are my new past-time. They are fun to go on safari with, that much I will admit. I know you are wondering how did I talk about safari before talking about work! It was deliberate. I am bored with my job at the moment, it does pay well, but since everything is about me, it has become a chore trying to drag myself out of bed every morning. Boss, that explains the one… Continue reading →
I thought I’d heard it all! This lady at the party was loudly bragging about her lover (another woman), because she realized that men weren’t ‘all that’! She claimed to have made the drastic change because women ‘get’ one another, with no explanations. “Women are expressive, not hard, like men. If am emotional, she doesn’t keep harassing me to style up and swallow it. She gets my bad days. She reaches out when am moody”. Clearly, the drink had got the better of her. Not that the ‘highly praised’ companion was any better!!! The room… Continue reading →
![Me, me and more me! [Part 1]](http://lily.co.ke/files/2014/06/thinking-woman-180x180.jpg "Me, me and more me! [Part 1]")
I have taken time over the past six months to really look at myself. To really delve deep and find out who I am, not just as a person unto myself, but as a person in relation to others. My relationship with my creator, my relationship with my family, my relationship with my co-workers, my relationships with friends and more critically my relationship with men. It has of course been brought about by the fact that I am in a sleepy town; well to be honest not really sleepy, perhaps I am the one who… Continue reading →
“Thinking about the past doesn’t make for restful sleep” – Aiden Mathis (Revenge series) Ghosts of the past haunt us more than they are entitled to. They cause more turmoil than they should owing to our welcoming nature. We play host to these ghosts and refuse adamantly to let them stay where they belong; locked up in a cage called long gone. I lost my book, but my relentless efforts to hold on to data recovery for months has rendered me a hopeless sob. Sad really. I mean I am Lilian Cathy for Chrissake! I… Continue reading →