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I bumped into this tweet by @MikeMunyi a few hours ago, and at first I felt slightly offended. It seemed like a huge generalization, while at the same time, it seemed to point directly at me. But then I took a moment to think about it, and there’s actually a lot of truth in that statement. I’m not sure why it rings so true. Speaking for myself, it’s pretty straightforward. I turn 30 in a few days, so my bio-clock should be roaring as I’m nearer to my sell-by-date. Luckily for me, I had my… Continue reading →
Well, it is known that ambition can creep as well as soar.” Edmund Burke ‘When I grow up I want to conquer the world, I’ve got to have my own job, my own car, and my own crib. I’ve got to be my own woman, totally independent.’ A group of young girls at a teenage workshop made these strong statements. It exhilarated me to see the determination that these young women had. Despite my support for their enthusiasm at living fruitful lives, it got my mind wondering of the older generation. Women who have stood… Continue reading →
I confirmed something this week. I want the benefits of marriage, but I want them without – you know – getting married. I want to have a consistent bedmate that respects me enough to stay faithful. I want a partner I can talk to and share ideas with, share myself with. I want someone with a special link, an exclusive connection. But I don’t want the in-laws or the drama or the suspicion or the [extra] children. I don’t want to change who I am in the name of ‘compromise.’ And I don’t actually know… Continue reading →
“You don’t have to be anti-man to be pro-woman” ~ Jane Galvin Lewis My sisters and I grew up knowing without a shadow of doubt that the world really was our oyster and we could achieve anything that we put our minds to. In spite of our strong Kenyan heritage our parents where incredibly liberal – they talked to us about sex, AIDS and HIV, drugs and even welcomed our boyfriends. We got through our teens unscathed, intact and very expressive. At 21 I gifted my virginity to my first proper proper boyfriend. Oh the… Continue reading →
It is Sunday Morning. My friends and I decided to sit in for service in one church. We do this once every month then proceed to have lunch and watch a play together or go bowling. At least this way, we are able to maximize on our hang-out days. Life in Nairobi has undoubtedly shifted to the fast lane. There is barely time to breathe! Ask everyone else and they will concur that the United Nations or whoever else responsible needs to meet and give the rest of us an eighth day in the week…. Continue reading →
Christmas Eve was Friday and we as a family had decided that we would spend the night at Michelle’s house. My husband was not so up to the idea and I really had a hard time convincing him that it would do us and the kids a great deal to just bond with our friends and the season was a great way to do so. My husband had been working so hard in the year and he really deserved a well earned break and what better way but with our friends whom we had known… Continue reading →
I’ve known him for almost two years now, and I still find new stuff about him. We were sitting on my couch the other day, with Princess resting her head on my knees. We were watching cartoons, and suddenly, we all started singing: ♫ Mama had a chicken, Mama had a cow ♫ ♫ Daddy was proud, he didn’t care how! ♫ I stared through the rest of the song. It was anything but a loving gaze. See, I hate this cartoon. And when I say hate, I mean detest. It’s silly, tasteless, and utterly… Continue reading →
Michelle and I have been friends for ages and her wedding last year was a blast. We are always at her house for dinner with my husband and one of our friends, who has been searching all round for love but I guess cupid has other plans for her. I had been suspecting something until one day it hit me like cold water on my face that ‘our’ friend had been lying to us all along that she was single and still waiting for Mr. Right, while all along she had been with a Mr,… Continue reading →
When did squished boobs become a fashion statement? You know the look: beautiful formal/evening dress, tight on “all the right places” and about two sizes too small for the wearer’s double wares which get squished up and out, looking like muffin tops. I’m not the most fashion forward person in the world but I at least know that when parts of your body are literally pouring out, it isn’t sexy. Or is it? This got me thinking about other random things I’ve been wondering about like: When did it become ok to begin written sentences with the the… Continue reading →
For few weeks now, I’ve seen a banner in my facebook sidebar. It shows a pretty lady in a yellow dress, and the text says something about ministries that help women get married. I didn’t pay much attention to it, since I’m in no hurry to walk down that aisle. But then over the weekend, I heard about this event at KICC. Apparently, a Nigerian Broda was giving a sermon on how to catch a husband in six seconds or less. He preached for four hours, and promised the women up to four proposals by… Continue reading →