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While admiring the moon a few days ago, I was reminded of something I came across on Instagram the other day that shifted my perspective on life. It was a graphic representation comparing the span of human life to the lifespan of the universe. It highlighted the sobering reality that long before we came into existence, the universe had already existed for billions of years, and long after we are gone, it will continue to exist for billions more, unaffected and undisturbed. As I watched the moon, I began to…More

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In 2021 I have this friend from Nakuru, she is called W. We knew each other back in 2018. Funny thing is, there was a type of chemistry between us, but we were both dating. The next best thing we could be was friends. January 2021, W’s father passes on. Planning for burial and everything, she asks me to form a WhatsApp group for friends to contribute. People were sending money to her line, then forward me mpesa message so that I update kwa group. Good money was raised, around…More

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Niko upperhill nimeitisha uber niende home. The uber driver says “coming”, and I wait. He arrives in 4 minutes, asks “Tunaenda wapi?” I say kahawa sugar. “Kaai, sikuwa nataka kuenda huko”. He cries. But nimeingia kwa gari, na yeye hangeuliza mahali naenda before akuje. Tunaenda kahawa sugar, or kahawa maziwa wherever. He doesn’t have an option. My driver is 60 something years old, that means road experience. So I get glued to my phone, opens WhatsApp and scrolls down through hundreds of unreplied messages. Kuna feeling of calmness msee hukuwa…More

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2022 June I’ve done a project for a client, now waiting to be paid. Guess what they do? Disappear from the Internet, calls go unanswered, and I lose $400, just like that. Working virtually is not like you can go knocking on someone’s door and ask them which games they are playing. This is a person in another continent. You only know their voice and face. Nothing more. 18 days of intense writing and research, sleepless nights, gone to waste.. It messed me up mentally, I needed therapy, which meant…More

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I am often misunderstood. I understand why though, I can be weird at times. I say weird things when I don’t know what to say. Then I over analyze what I said and I replay it over and over again in my head. That is why I choose to be quiet most of the time. I don’t care about fitting in with the crowd, because I have never been a follower. I have always just done my own things. I guess I am an outsider perhaps. But I’m okay with…More

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When I requested for Uber, earlier today, the available driver was unusually very close, (1 minute away). That was strange, because I’m used to waiting for more than 10mins. So, on my way to church, the driver decided to give me an account of events, up to when he got the request from me . (As told by my uber driver) Amos* (not his real name) is driving to Ngong from Nairobi CBD at 3 a.m. Inside his car is a couple, a lady in her mid thirties, and a…More

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“The reply came, again,” Viola says. “What? You are kidding me!” Dee responds. “I’m serious, look,” Viola says and fetches her phone from her handbag. She scrolls through and stops at a text message from her late boyfriend. It has been 3 weeks since Edwin was buried. The whole village is yet to understand why Edu (as everyone used to call him), a very young promising dude, had to leave suddenly, without a goodbye, never to return. Viola has been trying to get over the tragic loss, but grief is…More

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When I was in school, between 2016-2019 (I’m not going to be specific with the year, watu wengine watajijazia vitu haziko) I dated this fine girl for 3 months only 😅. The relationship was all bliss, she was an amazing person 💯. To make things straight, we frequently touched on the uncomfortable topic of marriage (if I date someone, marriage has to be the end goal, if not, then wachana nayo). Our expectations, opinions and believes about marriage matched perfectly well until things escalated to another different level. Yes! We/I/she…More

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People involve me in their group adventures, and I always decline, all the time. Perhaps by the end of this piece of story, you will understand why.. When I started writing for hivisasa back in 2019 pesa kidogo ikaanza kuingia, I knew I wanted to try this traveling thing, but I was clueless about HOW. It is while in such a confusion that a facebook friend did a poster on her fb stories, about an adventure in Kijabe, Rift valley. Mimi huyo nikaslide dm with enquiries concerning the adventure. She…More

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“Madame, my card. I am done.” Gerald says, for a second time. “Ooh sorry. Here it is.” Sofhia, who seems carried away by thoughts, hands over a card to Gerald. “And what’s your name again?” He asks as he puts the card into his wallet. “I am sofy.” Sofhia answers. Gerald produces a business card and hands it to her. “Here is my business card. I work with the CIC insurance group.” He says. Sofhia declines. “What is this for?” She asks. “Sorry, my name is Gerald. I thought we…More

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