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    The Sunshine Blogger Award

    I would like to thank Jackey Nkonge  for nominating me for this award. She is an profound blogger who loves life, books, good food, writing, and all things black. She has a beautiful smile and a warm countenance and I am so glad I got to know her on my blogging journey last year. You can check out their blog here. Sunshine Blogger Award Rules: Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog. Answer the 11 questions asked by the person who nominated you. Nominate 11 people and ask them 11 new questions. Notify the nominees by commenting on one of their posts. List the rules…

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    Always tell the truth – Kabi’s diary

    Part one here *** “I have my big sister’s baby shower can’t make it” I blurted out without much thought. He went silent, probably thinking of a plan B “Oh babe, no, don’t be like that, I know Njoki’s baby shower is on the 26th hun, I saw the poster on IG, next weekend is the 19th. Come on Jaber, I need you there, we can talk and have a great weekend. -(major cringe) Why did I say that! I rub my temples to relax, ‘always tell the truth’ I could hear mum say and what does he mean need? “Look Odera, you’re a nice guy and we aren’t exclusive…

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    Always keep your options open – Kabi’s diary

    ‘So,’ Shiru asked as she downed the last of her Beefeater, ‘do you think you’ll do it?’ The rest of the ladies looked at me, some with pity because they think I’m a goody two shoes and wouldn’t dare, others excited for because I just might, it was the usual Friday hangout with babes from the office, it had been a rough week and this meant we would probably be out all night having a good time and spend all weekend regretting it. Before I could think of what to say, Naya was back with 6 glasses and shouted SHOTS! And all was forgotten… for now. *** I recoiled in…

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    Dinner guide feature

    A couple of months ago a friend of mine whatsapped me asking if I’d like to feature on a show. I said why not (because half the time these things don’t materialize) but in this blogging life you just keep the faith. And months later it paid off. I was skeptical when I got the call but after sharing my location and doing my homework we gave it a shot and went for it. (Always share your location when you’re not sure! And it helps to always talk to boda guys around the area they will always validate if where you’re going is a legit place. If they don’t know…

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    When she met him.

      She hugged her feet closer feeling her bum go numb from all the sitting. He was talking about something, something she was supposed to be listening to. It could have been him bragging about how good he was, even though she knew she had felt nothing. Or it could have been his big ideas, which she greatly supported though she never heard him include her in his future. She definitely wasn’t listening. She didn’t even know why she was still here. But he spoke anyway. A misery she had to bear just as she did in bed. One he would never notice until he met his next muse who…

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    Denial

    She sat there in nothing more than what she brought into this world. She didn’t want to cry but the tears stung. She wanted to stay but she knew she couldn’t.In as much as her heart refused to believe, her brain always knew she was never welcome. Where would she go from here? Who did she have? Who would she call her own now that everything was falling apart? The evening sun was beaming through the window and all she let it burn her skin. She let it blind her eyes and hoped it took them with it because she didn’t need to see any more of this world. She…

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    Chronicles of Mafia III

    The finale… As a reader by now you are probably thinking that it can’t get more interesting than that, can it? Stop wasting your time, cause that’s where you go wrong. But I digress, let’s get back to the situation at hand. This lad had hitched a lovely lady somewhere and had managed to keep it a secret for so long. You probably know that the first stage of grief was just about to kick in. For those of you who believe that Kieran cannot be hysteric in any way, you are not mistaken. This gentleman just kept on mesmerising me, at how especially he was taking the passing of…

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    Chronicles of Mafia II

    Still haven’t read part 1? Click here before you continue…. “I really thought that it would work, that putting myself out there would be the best thing to do, and that Kimberly would forgive me and give me another chance.” Kieran darted a look at me, and returned his gaze on the highway, he was seemingly irked by my confession and he scoffed at me. He proceeded to clear his throat, just like he had done in the coffee shop six months ago before I had my epiphany. I could feel the lecture pitter-patter on his lips, ready to be unleashed. “You don’t have issues Joe, sometimes it works, sometimes…

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    Chronicles of Mafia

    The quiet little corner in the coffee house was a safe haven for me on the days I needed to stop, breathe and recollect. The smell of freshly brewed coffee, the distant clatter of dishes and the soft hum of music from the speakers was always enough to set a calming mood for me even on my worst of days. Today, however, not even the usual ambiance could calm my jittery nerves. Across me sat Ayana staring me down as I tried my best to avoid eye contact.  The topic of discussion? My apparent mistreatment of her friend, Kimberly. Kieran, sat on my right being a buffer of some sorts.…

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    Hair affair.

    Dedan is looking away because he is mad at me. He simply can’t take in the betrayal as I cross the street in the CBD to go do my hair. I can almost hear  him say, “I didn’t fight for independence for you to put their things on your head. I did not live in the forest for you to be so weak and confirm to their ways Glynis.” Then he would look down and an ugly crease would form on his face. “You are not Glynis, who lied to you and made you think you’re Scottish? You are Wanjiku, you don’t even use that name! What has become of…