sunset saga

  Its a Monday for women. To all the amazing women in the world I send you LOVE. In the streets of the internet I came across Zoey and my heart wobbled with love. Meet Zoey Seboe, a 22-year-old aspiring Miss South Africa 2022 who was born with Lamellar Ichthyosis, a rare skin disorder that many mistake for burnt marks or eczema. Lamellar ichthyosis is a type of ichthyosis that affects the skin. People with this condition are often born with a tight, clear sheath covering their skin called a collodion membrane. Zoey believes that everyone is unique in their own way and wants everyone to focus on the natural beauty of human existence. Her family encouraged her to model as she grew up, telling her that she was beautiful all the time. She refused to be defined by expectations and impressions in a culture where beauty standards are frequently unreasonable. Zoey Seboe, was just named one of the Top 30 contestants for Miss South Africa 2022, she has overcome her skin problem to pursue her

  Writing is magic. Everything is a story. Today I come with the things we left unsaid. It has been a while since you had a long one. Let’s go…   He met a friend in 2019. He met him on Facebook. A friend who by coincidence was his namesake. They met by chance. People meet by chance; in church, at the club or in a matatu. He could tell he was a nice person. A happy lad, a good friend you would be happy to meet.   Let us all agree and call him Duke. This means that they are all Dukes. My friend and his friend. Their tribal name is also same. They only contrast at the surname. Duke is not a very common name. You can’t just leave your house and meet Duke like you’d meet Caro or Erick. For convenience let my friend be Duke and his friend be Mike. They made good friends. Mike worked with a research firm whilst Duke was a campus student on holiday during that period. The firm did research on alcohol consumption rate in their hometown. He lived in the outskirts of the town while Mike liv

Hey you! It's you am talking to, don't look back. God in his true magnanimous self endowed you with vision. I haven't produced a braille version of this text, so yes you can see. Maybe you've perched a pair of glasses on your nose ridge. The bottom line is you can see and that makes us acquaintances. We could grab a drink some time and deliberate about the pros and cons of vision.What do you think? We have big eyes and sharp wits. My friend and I. Nothing on God's green earth goes unnoticed and unscrutinized in the scope of our vision. Men of cloth notwithstanding. My neighbor is a Bishop. A tittle bestowed to him because of founding a church rather than divine consecration. Nonetheless, he is revered like a deity.The loyalty of his subjects to him rivals that of men to their football team. A polite reminder, if your man doesn't love football, get him a leotard and enrol him to a ballet class.  He is a humble man. The kind of man a mother would like you to emula

The days of yore taught us of a guy. A guy who put forward a plausible theory to explain the origin of man. A theory that was hammered into my head with strokes of wispy bluegum sticks. That you and I are descendants of  some neolithic ape.  I choose to believe in my community heritage that says my predecessors were created by Nyasae. Maybe your community says you descended from heaven on a long rope made of hides. In this case you are allowed to choose Darwin's theory as a safe haven.  Evolution nonetheless applies in other aspects of life. For example your relationship with your ex evolved from crushes to lovey-doveys before you were sent flying back to the grim friend zone.  Come to think of it. You meet someone for the first time and everything clicks. The vibe is flawless and the chemistry impeccable. If you are a typical Kenyan girl, he's the TDH type. He has a little goatee to prove his masculinity. The overbearing deep voice is an added feather to his cap. For men it

#678 When I was growing up I loved writing. I wasn't good at it though. I loved reading as well, but I would take decades to finish a story book of hare and hyena. Many children during our time didn't believe in reading story books.  They believed that there was more to life than sitting down and throwing your afternoon to waste, reading why a snake has no waist. I would get distracted and whenever I had my reading moods back, the book would be no longer as interesting. As I grew up and learnt a few new things I realized I could tell romantic stories quite well. I wrote a story about highschool lovers. I don't remember the tittle I gave it, but I remember they met at a bus stop on a closing day when it was heavily raining.  The story was so awesome and captivating that it got attention from quite a number of classmates. Mixed reactions came in the sad ending of the story where I killed the beautiful lady and as if that was not enough  buried her in a black coffin and forced

On Saturday afternoon I was in a mall. I was there with a nosy friend of mine I had bumped on. She asked if I could walk her to Naivas to pick some stuff for her daughter. I didn't hesitate. She's someone you wouldn't mind walking with. She's funny. Your day wouldn't remain the same if you bumped on her.  We dived from one shelf to another and after ten minutes we had picked nothing from the shelves. At the opposite shelves we noticed a woman with a three year old young daughter in her trolley. Okay I guess she was three, I didn't ask her mom.  As they passed the shelves the child started crying for some candies  and her mom told her no. She started to whimper and yell. The woman then  said discreetly, "Presently Kate, we simply have half of the walkways left to go through; don't be vexed. Soon!" In our shopping basket was one pack of diapers. Shopping with women is not an easy task. It's even harder if you're their man. Lucky me. You have

  I saw a woman  The woman gets into a matatu in one of the streets here. Without saying a word, she signals to the driver by rubbing her thumb on her nose and waving her fingers at him.  The good driver recognizes her, goes to her and uses two hands in similar sort of signal and waves every one of his fingers at her. The lady holds her right arm out at the driver and slashes at it a couple of times with her left hand. Then, at that point, the driver puts his left hand on his right bicep and yanks his right arm up in a clench at her. The lady then cups both of her hands under her bosoms and lifts delicately. So the driver places both of his hands at his groin and delicately lifts up. The lady glares, runs a finger up between her derriere, and gets off the matatu with her bag held tightly under her armpit. Do you know derrieres ? Ha ha haaa. She wears a frowning face as she walks towards another Matatu. It doesn't feel like a Friday evening for her. There is another lady sitting in

  I've learnt a few new things today. I learnt them amidst a sad story that I almost forgot about them. I held them tight at the back of my mind, lest they escape. Bhagavad-Gita is one of them. A word that you don't meet everyday in these streets, do you ? It caught my eyes, it attracted my attention because it is a word you and I haven't heard before. If you've heard it then you don't know what it really is. If you know what it is then you're knowledgeable. I owe you a pen and a paper. A study told me it's one of the holy scriptures for Hinduism. It has a long history...  On a Tuesday evening when you're not taking purple tea, you may decide to read a book. " Those in peril" by wilbur smith wouldn't do you bad. It will make you know why you will one day need me so badly. Probably to tie your shoe laces or just to tell you a story. You may decide to read about cats.  To know where black cats originated from. Why white cats are loved more th

  A story  was told of a mother and her  child. A woman and the fruit of her womb. One who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take. A tale of two humans who fall in love by default. A people who didn't meet in the mall or in a concert  somewhere in carnivore grounds. Not even in church. Of  two people who often first lay their eyes on each other in the labour room.  You get the difference ? A room filled with genuine pain and unmatched joy at the same time. A room where a bond developes. A bond that was created in heaven. When you wish your mother a happy mother's day today don't forget to wish mine as well. I'll remember to wish yours too before sunset.  Call her or send her a text message. You can send her a voice note or  buy her a dress. Use any love language. Make your mama feel loved.  Today the second Sunday of May, we celebrate all the mothers. With unconditional Love. Happy Mother's Day 🌹💐

  If your father had this radio, we are friends. We have a thing in common. We should form a WhatsApp group and have a chat. Or we can grab some coffee at the nearest java house.  Back in the days having this radio was a vibe of its own. It wasn’t used on random days like plastic cups, it was used on Christmas days and related events. If you come from the lake side you know of D.O Misiani and if your father was a church elder you might have come across John Deus.  This radio rocked the old music. The memories live along. They are fresh and never fade away.  The good old days before the internet took over the world. When a family would gather and tell stories because no one had a phone to check reels on tik tok and status updates. Or maybe to check why “the 5th” is trending on twitter. When we used to keep our photos on physical albums and not google photos and email.   We didn’t have those Christmas deers with horns like tree branches to ride on neither did we have over size jackets wi