20 things I am considering now that I am 20. That was originally what this post was to be about but coming up with twenty things was a struggle, and of late I find many things laborious, even swatting mosquitoes off my arms. I just let them bite. I turned 20 about 2 months ago […]Read More Flower Power
It is 4:44 am in the morning and I am a little ticked off. Not because of the time or anything but because I can’t sleep. What a shame really. Let me be frank, I can’t sleep because I hear a really big insect buzzing around in the dark. If you know, you really do. […]Read More My flying misadventure with Class Insecta.
I am scrolling through my news feed during this horrible week that was sent by Hades to torment us and the most peculiar thing popped up. The article read, “Knickers the cow: Why Australia’s giant steer is so fascinating”. I obviously clicked on it, I mean the cow is called Knickers. When I saw the […]Read More a tALE OF the UNUSUAL : a cow and a lady
It’s 6:23 pm in Nairobi, and I am lucky to get a matatu at this time. I sit rather pleased, and so does Brian, a 24-year-old man, who drinks whisky when in good spirits and beer when he is sad (and broke). He thinks he is charismatic, unique, and a mama’s boy. Men usually are […]Read More CARS 2
November is upon us and I am still disillusioned. The year we hoped would come and redeem 2017 is coming to an end and i’m not sure I have something to show for it. I still am a chronic procrastinator holding the theory that when you procrastinate you are older and thus wiser. I will […]Read More Taking sTOCK
My biggest fear is coming to pass. I’m becoming a creature of habit. I, the poster girl of spontaneity, who would wake up at odd hours to hunt down lyrics to a song that is stuck in my head just for the satisfaction of it. The fact that I had a class the next day […]Read More Organized confusion
Deidre Tata sits by the window every lecture to see cars passing by. The cars kind of remind her about the things that she let pass her by. Like a fleeting love interest that she can’t explain. Or how uncomfortable she feels when she doesn’t write after a day or two. The class ends and […]Read More Little Miss Overthinker.