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The Unique Mumbi

LIFE, DEATH AND FORGIVENESS

By | In the 20’s | 3 Comments

Saturday afternoon. I’m at a baby shower. It’s in Ukambani. In this land, `if there is no colour, Kaos are not boarding’.

Look at mangoes, and melons.

So Yellow and blue as dress code, relieved someone did not suggest red and purple. Venue is at one of our friends’ house. We have organized this shower for 2months. It’s a surprise

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THE VOW

By | Societal concerns | 14 Comments

`I will always love you Shiru. And when we bear the fruits of our love, the kids, I will cherish them. I will be there from the beginning. We shall bring them up together in the ways of the Lord.

I promise to be a present husband (loooooonggggg pause)

and dad (loooooonggggg pause)

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Dear Carol

By | Societal concerns | 4 Comments

She had always wished to build a stone house for her parents.  A decent house, a cemented house, a house with a bathroom inside to avoid passing through the sitting room with a towel. One with a loo so they don’t have to urinate on Kasuku containers at night, or…

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WHEN YOU DIE

By | Business space | No Comments

She hated greetings. She did not look forward to phone calls from her relatives and village mates; as a matter of fact, every time they called, she longed to receive and ask, how much? But she figured that in this era of Kilimani mums, one of her nieces (who is…

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FACE ME

By | Long time ago | 4 Comments

No. I would rather get out and wait for another Maruti. Haya, utazaa tu ata wewe. No response. Ama ununue gari yako uache kisirani. That was a conversation between a mother who was escorting her kids to school and bullying me into holding them and I. And by the way,…

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STAY AWAY

By | Societal concerns | 6 Comments

Buy me a ride, Nissan Auris 2010; I’m sick and bushed of using matatu. They are very noisy I cannot help, and, I’m not also safe while there in heels and the short skirts you love me in. Imagine, even texting using my new babe is impossible; they will steal…

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RAIN, BUT DON’T COME

By | In the 20’s | 7 Comments

7.30 am, Thursday morning. Oh my. This will be the longest day of my life. Departmental meetings await and everyone will report on their progress against targets. We expect the manager’s nephew to suit up and arrive at 7.42am which trust me is 6hours earlier than his normal arrival time….

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QUITTING

By | In the 20’s | 6 Comments

  Mum, can we talk? Mmmh. This must be something. You have FINALLY gotten the time to call. (Giggles) You know how tricky working in Nairobi can be. Wake up early, get to job, leave late and by the time I want to talk, it’s past your bedtime. Work son,…

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