Category Archives: Crystal Dings
My friend says there are two kinds of people: them and us. And whatever you do (or don’t do) will classify you as one of those people. So I suppose it’s expected I’d be judged by my hair, and for the last twelve years, I’ve been classified as one of ‘those’ women because I had dreads. Initially, I spent a lot of time claimining I wasn’t one of ‘them’. My hair wasn’t any kind of statement. I simply saw the look on Jeri from Parent ‘Hood, loved it, tried it, dyed it, and kept it… Continue reading →
I was once asked if black and white people are equal. I said yes. Then I was asked if men and women were equal. I smiled, but didn’t answer. I was then attacked with a violent argument about my indoctrination by the male gender, and how I sub-consciously saw myself as inferior. My ‘hesitation’ to see myself as equal to a man was seen as proof of the need for feminism. Never mind that my stand is men and women are not equal – they’re complementary. But then the discussion moved to other topics, specifically, hot… Continue reading →
I over-think things. A lot. I expect most girls do. So any word, sign, gesture, text (or lack thereof) – especially from a guy – will be dissected, scrutinized, and pummeled for every possible nuance of meaning. “Why did he say that? What is he really thinking? Is he trying to tell me something?” I admit this level of analysis is … well … crazy … but I fear it may be DNA-related. And many times, when you walk up to the guy and simply ask him, he will scratch his head and give a… Continue reading →
Whenever you say beauty ‘is only skin deep’ or ‘lies in the eye of the beholder’, you get accused of being ugly. But there’s a lot more truth in that statement than we’re willing to accept. More than once, I’ve walked down the street and seen (what I believed was) a stunning girl. She might have the perfect hour-glass figure, an ample bosom, and a beautiful African derriere. I imagine she’s just the kind of girl that makes grown men cry. As an experiment, I’ve looked around, expecting to see hundreds of men staring. And… Continue reading →
I’ve always wanted a make-over, but I figured it would be way too expensive. So imagine my excitement when I got one for just 5K! It all started with the girl in Finance. She always looks so beautifully put together. At first, I’d just watch her and try to dissect her outfits. I wanted to see what it was about her clothes that worked. Then I started to give her compliments. Seriously, that girl has style! Eventually, I got brave enough to ask her how she does it. It must take serious talent to look… Continue reading →
“So … I’ve been meaning to ask you … did you get a new boyfriend or something?” “Why?” “Because lately you’re all styled up and glamorous and make-up and everything!” We were in the bathroom at an office party. My workmate is the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever seen. She has pouty lips, luscious lashes, dark curly hair, and the slightest blush. She’s 5’9, a true African beauty with generously yummy curves, superb hips, and a flat tummy. She’s one of those girls who could wear a pillow case with a belt and look… Continue reading →
I’m not much of a girly-girl, though I recently took an etiquette class, bought a pair of Comfit heels, and learned to use make up. I do love shoes though. I spend hours drooling at pairs I’d never wear, mostly because if I did, I’d never walk again. So a few weeks ago, my baby and I decided to go shopping. The plan was to get jeans, sneakers, and boots. Like all girls, I love pretty things, but like many Kenyans, I’m watching my pockets. Luckily for me, I have skills. I grew up around… Continue reading →
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 →
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 →
I’m not particularly religious. I was raised in a Christian home and attended the obligatory Sunday School until one day, Mum got clever. She realized that we hated going to church, and that we’d rather stay home and watch Saber Rider. She figured if she just gave us an option, we would choose voluntarily, and it would spare her the drama of dragging us out of bed each Sunday morning. So Mum announced that church is between us and God, and that we should only go if we want to. We boycotted church for about… Continue reading →