He called her Purity

For she was full of chastity

Her heart was stacked with clarity

She never allowed herself be charity

For she knew the end is often vanity

Had she not passed through enough men calamity? 

Good thing is she had managed to keep intact her dignity

Silently,she had hoped he would bring a ring to their unity

To make that move her boyfriend did not have the audacity

She lost her patience and she asked him why he was taking too long, which took her a lot of brevity

What she did not know is that she was not his choice, she was a recommendation by his community

These very people had denounced the white lady that had mesmerised his heart back in Britain while studying medicine, her name was Felicity

The story ends when he had to leave Purity, fly back to Britain where he would be with Felicity at his own Liberty

And because of her chastity, Loyalty and purity, Purity got married to a great man that treated her like royalty


Dear ladies do not push him to propose, for if it’s you he wants he will put a ring on it even without your silly hints, quit the nagging or else he will treat you like valueless property. 


#Grumpy Me!!!

​    Image Credits: Internet(Wee Who)

Sometimes I wake up and choke with the fact that I’m not where I want to be. I honestly do not enjoy being in bed any more except of course over the weekends. Most times I wake up and think of what’s ahead and what’s to be done and immediately I start feeling like I have done nothing. It scares me and at the same time annoys me. It’s only when I’m up during the day carrying out tasks that it hits me I’m already doing something though not enough.

I have big dreams I must say, like I know most of my fellow humans have and I have crazy ones too.I dream of being on an island and getting high on the natural scents of its flowers, herbal plants with all kinds of my favourite spices,  the smell of the waters surrounding it and the chirts of the birds plus beautiful sight of butterflies mating in the air.

I’m the type of person who listens and observes more than talking so I’m used to people brushing me off their hitted discussions. It’s not sorry anymore because most times I find the topics boring or rather pointless.When I’m smiling it’s because someone has made a stupid comment that I would have expected to be manufactured by a simpleton.  Never underestimate the power of the silent ones. Okay, I don’t know where I’m going with this. 

I hate the fact that I have to share matatus with bedbugs. Can you imagine that!!! The other day I boarded a route fifty sth matatu. It was all pimped up with screens.It was like a club house.Incase you are thinking of Rongai, you are so wrong. The passengers were cool too, you know, young,good looks sweet colognes kind of cool. It did not take long before I noticed some brown insect crawling on my hand. Being a UoN alumni and having been a visitor to hall 9(do not ask to do what)… I definitely know how a bedbug looks like. No one had informed me that I had to pay double the normal fare to get free bedbugs. I’m not so sure but I think some chap sitted next to me was attacked at some sensitive area.I could see the way he made those scratches as he made a pretentious reach out for his wallet from the back pockets of his white pants…and the way he was handsome…goodness!!! these things have no boundaries…lol.

I have no nakumatt card for my points to be loaded after a hefty shopping or when the change is minimal and has to be converted into points.I rarely shop there unless once in a while when I feel I have some extra coins. But I do have a strong relationship with mama mboga where I can buy  “mboco” and leave a five bob balance to top it up the following day when buying probably “sukuma”… 

My TV is a bit old school so it did not come with installed channels. I have to budget for my rent, electricity, water, waste collection bills and now decoder bills.Did I mention shopping and bus fare… I have a craving for expensive things but at the moment I have to stick to my local town’s market days . I’m religiously there early in the morning when they are opening the bails to get the best of outfits…”Tops na thirty,  viatu na mia soo”…See my life *sob*

This is too much lamenting. But before I’m done, am I the only one who still gets the when will you come to visit me texts from some confused male species????…tsk!!! I need a grown a*s man to ask me out on a proper date, but not now, maybe much later when…*honestly idk*

#What If It Was You

What if it was you,

On the nasty streets…

Begging strangers for money,

Pulling heavy carts against human and motorists traffic,

Hitting drums to frowned passers by who do not care to pay attention,

Digging through city council waste bins for your day’s meal,

Being the easy prey for horny gangs,

Enduring the cold and wet floor during the rainy season.


What if it was you ,

Behind bars for years,

For a crime you did not commit,

For fighting for justice and equality like most of our human rights activists.


What if it was you,

Who watched your family perish due to careless driving or political based violence,

Deaf and can’t talk, having to watch others fall down with laughter and can’t share in the joke.Worse still, no one cares to learn your language of signs,

On that wheelchair, can not dance to your favourite music and have to rely on someone to push you around,

Relying on medicine every single day for the rest of your life,

In that mental health care unit, with everyone calling you insane.The reason being because you lost touch with reality, due to pressure from unrealistic expectations impacted on you by society.


What If It was you,

Think about it…Nobody is more special than the other


It’s a new year and everyone is set to accomplish things they haven’t had a chance to before. It could be getting a new job, moving out, flying…etc

For some people they are looking forward to find love while others are hoping to learn how to be single.That’s the irony of life though. 

For the lot seeking to find a shoulder to lean on, you might consider consulting those who have been there before. Dating is not as glamorous as instagram couples paint it. It has a lot of ups and downs.On the good side, you will have someone to pass time with, to laugh with, to warm you up(#), to call and text all the time, to match outfits with, to take selfies with and not to forget the endless dates to express your hog self.The downs;  you have a friend or kin that’s way hotter than yourself and you begin to notice your significant other developing interest, talks of being broke and cancelled dates rule the day, your phone rings once in three days and the texts you get are from elitebets encouraging you to play for the jackpot.Before you know it, you are single again and your partner moved on with someone you have known for a long time.

My point is, don’t rush into dating. Chase the paper first.  Invest in such a way that by the time you get your first child you have enough to single handedly see that child through primary education with no financial constraints.

Incase you are planning to go ahead date and get married, be smart. For the ladies, don’t let the guy have everything under his name no matter how much in love you are. I know we women are to be submissive, true, but don’t be naive. Own as much property as you can in that marriage. Things could go wrong and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to go back to your mama’s house and more so empty handed. You also would not want another woman to sit on the land you helped buy would you? With your name on the papers you can go claim it.

For the fresh graduates hoping to find employment,that bedsitter or single roomed house you have been staying in while in campus could save you a lot of money. Do not start looking for a bigger house yet. It’s still so early. Your salary is still not so huge to start adding unnecessary expenses on it. And the worst mistake you can ever make is getting that loan to buy a car because your people in the village expect you to own one or because your peers own one. If you have to be driving when travelling upcountry, go to a car hire and minimise your village visits if you have to.When meeting up with friends use uber or even matatus,so what??? 

Do not go broke for society this year.Live by your means and don’t chase after anything that will not bring you both profit and happiness.

With that said, proceed, do what you have to do and remember to put God first in all you do.

          …Happy new year 🙂

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