A Stellar Woman's World

Jajuok = Night Runner 👽👺 Chiro = market 🍉🍍🍅 Years back, one fateful night tukitoka 'chiro', tuliencounter 'jajuok' head-on. Ocha wasee huenda chiro late sana, it was normal for women, men & children to leave home at around 5pm to go to an evening flea & vegetable market that's about 8-10km away on foot. This day my mama, Nyar Gwassi decided to send four of us to the chiro; myself, two lady cousins & one king of life's mischief, my cousin Omondi. Among the tasks to be ticked off the shopping list was making sure tumesiaga mahindi gorogoro tatu zenye Nyar Gwassi had put in a gunia. Hio unga ndio ilikuwa ya kupika supper that night. Omosh decided kutangulia using my father's Black Mamba bicycle as his mode of transport. Plan ilikuwa ni afike wa kwanza ndio apange line kwa kisiagi, afanye shopping so that sisi tukifika we just pick the stuff together with other 'lady stuff' and head back home. Easy job, RIGHT?  Hakukuwa na...

Ushawai ibiwa kitu live live?🤔 Live live as in mchana 😆 This story is about this one fateful day when a phone that didn't belong to me, a one week old Nokia C2-01 was snatched from my hands tukiwa na mwenye simu hapo kando yangu. Tulikuwa tunastay Lenana karibu na Lenana School aka 'Changez' and on this day kulikuwa na "Changez Open", a talents-day sort of event where all 'known' high schools would show up. The August Holiday had just commenced. The event was more of a 'close of term' event - why it was held on a Saturday - just after shule zifungwe. Said event was open to the public (bad mistake❌!) so you can imagine venye nlibambika when one tall, dark & handsome man, A.O*, my then boyfriend-to-be agreed attend this event. ❤ A.O & I had met on Facebook through a classmate, Poxxy. He was Poxxy's neighbour and lived not so far from our school. Our physical meeting happened on the first day of mid-term break (before August) ...

This is a 9 year old pikcha ❤. I was in form 4 North at the time, Mr. Muchiri's class📚. This was a borrowed blazer, mine never fit this well 😂. The skirt, well below the knee & 'acceptably tight' had been soaked in one famous 'blue bleach' that was very hard to acquire but once you had it you automatically became the Dangote of the school; just rich enough to attract more 'friends'. After bleaching the skirt, the routine would be that you take it to the hanging lines to dry kidogo tu. . (while seated not so far away keeping watch vigilantly because taking your eyes off it for one second would mean getting it a new owner 😂). The rate at which uniforms, cups, spoons and buckets went missing was very alarming, you'd think Kariamiti had training sessions on the timetable for students. 😲 The skirt was thereafter neatly folded and put under the mattress weeks prior to the d-day. The mattress would give it a brooding feel because as you slept o...

The morning of March 7, 2020 had me stoked to the core! I decided to join a group of hikers on a long awaited trip to Nakuru - one of the richest Kenyan counties when talking tourist attraction sites including but not limited to national parks, lakes - both fresh & salty, presence of hundreds of bird species, pre-historic sites and the immense Menengai Crater, to name but a few. My body, in its entirety - soul & spirit, picks up an almost out-of-body vibe anytime I get a chance to do anything involving nature. I have a thing for trees and a cool breeze, give me that over anything - anyday! Here's how the day panned out. We left the capital an hour late and unfortunately got caught up in traffic just before we got to the Great Rift Valley viewpoint - to pay homage to the gods of the land; the one unspoken ritual travellers are known to perform on that spot just before proceeding to their destination. You cannot just drive past that place without feeling drawn towards th...

Janet Mbugua (love her!), an extremely eloquent Keyan ex-news anchor, a mother of two and a champion for menstrual health has this series on her Youtube Channel where she occasionally talks about 5 things that are on her mind. She talks about anything and everything without limiting herself to a certain area of life’s happenings. I love her content but especially love the fact that she is championing for normalization of conversations surrounding menstrual health management, a conversation that is long overdue. I believe that we’re in a era where topics that were previously considered taboo are no longer to be shied away from. I have become more open to such conversations, sex education topping the list because I have been part of a community that turned a blind eye to such talks for as long as I’ve lived. Anyway, here are the 5 things currently on my mind. JANUARY CRAZE is the no. 1 thing on my mind! At this time of the year everyone’s become a motivational speaker, lol. I scrol...

In 2019, I turned 26 , visited & kissed a giraffe at Giraffe Centre, hiked all 7 hills at Ngong Hills – twice, went on several nature walk escapades at Ololua, went zip-lining at Machakos w/girls from my former High School, travelled to Voi then later to Mtwapa for a girl’s trip, learnt how to ride a bicycle at Karura Forest, went on an exciting ​​road trip to Hells-Gate Naivasha for my birthday, improved on my writing (Blog) & maintained consistency with posts, facilitated team-building activities w/Trio Magik at Arboretum, Limuru & TGRV Mai-Mahiu. I applied & got my EAC passport – which I hope to one day use – inshallah, participated in the Mater Heart Run (4th time in a row), missed my annual StanChart marathon coz I was broke like a burukenge, consistently worked out & tried drinking my fair share of water – so basically I stayed hydrated for the better part of the year – or not , did some outreach work – not as much as I’d wanted & want to do this year...

This is a kid whose had major struggles growing up. When he was in nursery school, he made it clear to everyone. That books weren't his thing. He hated school. Early mornings were a thing he detested He'd stay in bed a little longer. Reluctantly took up assigned duties like they were a burden. He hated homework, man, he really did. He'd bribe his twin to help him do it. He was the first one to come back home from school. And last to enter its gates. Teenage-hood came and all hell broke loose. The struggle to embrace books continued. The rage, the energy, the disinterest that this phase brought about. All these were ingrained in the habits that he formed then. The bittersweet teenage juice that flows through everybody. The juice that comes in doses, in this phase. Filled him in a way none of us could understand. We got worried. I might add Excessively worried. 'This too shall pass', It did! Little did we know that things would turn around. The a...