Posted in communication, sentiments

TOTD: Patriot

What do I think of my country? What is there, which elevates my shoulders and stirs my blood when I hear the words, *insert your country. Do I praise my country enough? Do I laud my fellow citizens enough? What is there about my country that makes me hang my head and avert my eyes when I hear the words *insert your country, and what am I doing about it? Am I relating my disappointment to my leaders and to my fellow citizens, or am I like someone not involved, sitting high and looking low?


PS: Happy Fri-yay…and awesome weekend.

Posted in book review, communication, culture, entertainment, internet, social media

Online Celebs

With the social media hype you probably have noticed some “celebs” online who maybe wanna fake it till they make it or who wanna be on another level that they can’t even reach. Lemme classify them:

  • The Quasi-Famous

They assume that because the video/ blog etc. got some high number of views, means everyone they come across has seen it. They bore us to death with the “have you seen my video, have you read my blog?” What if i don’t wanna look at it?

  • The Number Dropper

This one cannot go through an entire convo without talking about their social media numbers and huge following. If you haven’t beaten Kylie Jenner a beg, take your wahalla and go!

  • The Powerful Threatener

They expect perfect service be it in a hotel, club etc. and when they don’t receive it, they pull out their “I’m famous on the internet” badge and say things like “I’ll bust you on my blog.” Trust you me, no matter how many people know you, BEHAVE! Ain’t gonna treat you special.

  • The Brand

People who take the idea of himself as brand to heart that they are always doing the thing they are known for no matter how ridiculous they come off. Lemme come closer home where during the August elections, Githeri man trended. Now imagine everyday him walking with his githeri to represent who he is! Absurd.

  • The Revolutionary

They are cool, brilliant and take themselves seriously except you cannot chit chat without them using heavy words. I guess they learning new vocabulary via the internet and think they can scare us? Please, we used to jargon.

  • The Mismatched

They are known for been loud online only to meet them and know they wallflowers who look uncomfortable being where they are. They also live a lie by creating storms and claiming to be elsewhere while in deed you’ve been with them all day! *Sigh

  • The Pioneer

You can’t tell them shit as they believe all the great ideas on the internet originated from their mind. They are prone to quote themselves from time to time or create memes of their own “deep words.”

Ref: I’m Judging You by Luvvie Ajayi

Posted in communication, internet, social media

Hashtag Wrongs

Am so sick and tired of all the hashtag wrongs on social media. I definitely wanted to shut up but can’t! Ndingehota! Before I jump off to those crimes, let me define a hashtag. According to Luvvie Ajayi author of I’m Judging You, a hashtag allows words to be track-able so everyone using that word or search term can find out what everyone else is talking about.

That said, some of the injustices you are doing to this #:

  1. Hash tagging a complete sentence e.g. #ILoveMyCat
  2. Hash tagging titles. This is usually done by newspapers on their headlines or even authors in their books e.g. #IWillMarryWhenIWant #26thOctoberPresidentialElection
  3. Hash tagging basic words e.g. #the #it #or
  4. Hash tagging every word of a sentence e.g. #How #Are #You
  5. Creating a word that makes the hashtag not work. This is usually before and after a word e.g. #exciting# or after a word e.g. Basketball#
  6. Using so many hashtags in one post e.g. #squad #YOLO #TGIF #party #fun #clubbing #dancing #tired #sleepy #bedtime #hangover
  7. Being unable to NOT hashtag. These are the social media wannabees who just got hold of a twitter, IG, fb account or even those who get to social media too late like our parents, aunts and uncles and they think they can hashtag their every status and posts! STAPH!
  8. Hijacking an unrelated hashtag. This is by using hashtags that got nothing to do with your post. E.g. Placing #Hiphop on eating dinner post.

Well that is it about the wrongs. Which other wrongs can’t you stand?



Posted in challenge, communication, economy, energy, finance, humour, Lifestyle

Ask Wanjiku

via Daily Prompt: Survive

Wanjiku is knocking….

Pardon me but Wanjiku is the suitable name they came up with when they wanted to refer to the common Mwananchi (i). The mastermind behind the coining is not known but who cares Wanjiku reigns! Inflation has been pinching and emptying my pockets at the same time in the name of living. Unfortunately, it decided to pick up during the cold weather when everyone complains of this or that.

My love for food as you already know though never showcases itself in the outer being usually gets higher in the cold season. Reproduction was my favorite biology segment so am not going to dwell on the metabolism part since am no teacher. Anyway, it is during this season that my worst meal that I loath to cook, Ugali (ii), becomes the wanted. It just satisfies the belly and makes you warmer in case there are no shoulders to rub you throughout. Problem is I hate buying the various maize flour brands that make one shift to a cock, hostess and kick off the market at the same time as they never cook to the desired taste no matter the amount of heat and time geared upon. Am the posho mill fanatic that awaits the maize harvesting season and grinds maize to flour making it a win-win game as i get “makore (iii).”This is actually the best Ugali more so when cooked using a jiko (iv) and not gas (how many times will i tell people this? My Western peeps enlighten this ones) and makes me go gugugaga. Drought has made this nearly impossible since no harvest was made and now the Ksh190 packet of flour is skyrocketing screaming “stick to your chapatis. (v)”

Funny enough the government subsidized the prices after a ship docked the country with tons of maize causing controversies as some said it was from Mexico and the rest from South Africa. Talk of another unresolved scandal! The prices came down to Ksh90 for a packet of maize flour and one could say the world was coming to an end as shoppers flocked their favorite outlets for purchases.

The GOK Ksh90 subsidy pack

But you couldn’t keep the entire stock to yourself as managers warned shoppers with the “do not pick more than 2 packets” notice. Then the flour went out of stock and we back to square one. Sigh.

Morning breakfasts got better with my usual traditional meals of sweet potatoes and arrow-roots not deleting my brown bread  till I upgraded to cornflakes and Weetabix’s that needed milk.

testing my middle middle class upgrade

This crossover was me testing the middle middle class if such a thing exists since it is not just the elite who take this stuff. At first I was disappointed by the number of flakes in a pack yet expensive for who? Milk was not an issue since the Ksh25 small pack or the Ksh30 ‘straight outta cow’ from my regular mama kiosk was always trickling in. I was getting accustomed to strong tea (water mixed with tea leaves) and my fake cocoa that was made of hot water and cocoa as I started my hustling journey till I also upgraded to milk drinks. Then the worst happened. Milk also hit the roof! Now I think I should just sit down and be humble as I trace my humble beginnings that never were a bother. Goodbye cereals, hello…..

I almost went berserk when my mum told me the monthly electricity bill was Ksh 3,000. I mean since I have lived in that house we have never paid such a hefty bill. This was a first. She lamented how the KPLC providers never come to do their readings and end up with estimates. So keen to confirm that indeed it was true, I went to my Facebook where I love hitting inboxes of companies that I got issues with. I read the current meter bill , gave them the account number and voilà we were chatting till they confirmed the dreaded. My mum started blaming us on how our gadgets were consuming electricity, how we would boil water using the jiko blah blah and all I could say was ” we rarely here.” Last month the KPLC guy just came in time when I was around but not to do his meter reading but cut us off! Yes we had neither received the bill nor the famous SMS.  Luckily, the entire neighborhood was going to get the cut since no one had received their bills. For the first time in history, I the never no bribe lady did it. There was no way my vacay would be ruined by electricity and who was going to pay the reconnection fee? Me? No. That settled I inquired why the high cost and not that we owned a factory in the house! Drought, no water he assured me. Then as if to test my patience he added that the next bill would also be high!Lucky are the tokens in the urban areas that all signal red as if danger awaits an entire building.

Yes I hate sugar. In fact I joined the Granny’s club way back as I enjoy sipping my tea sugar free. The hike in sugar is not affecting me at all that is the ONLY thing am at peace with and y’all freaking over it should join my club.

All this hullabaloo brought in the external factors debate. We blamed drought, the government that others decided to take the situation as their campaign mantra but did we really blame ourselves? No since no one wants to accept reality. Truth is our sugar is the most expensive in the world yet we got sugar companies that go under now and then. Can’t these people make sugar cheap for us? We continue to depend on rain fed agriculture no matter how many times the weather man warns us. Year in year out, drought happens at the same time, same months but do we really learn? No, we wait for drought to kick in, wait for relief food, wait for media expose then come up with a campaign to help drought affected populations. Then the cycle continues. We see big chinks of uncultivated lands as we tour the country that have turned into forests. This are not bushes but fertile lands belonging to some inhuman humans who would rather see a forest than food. We run to the city leaving our lands to be cultivated by God knows who. Then we rant hunger yet your land that could have helped gap this food insecurity is barely clothed. We see how desert countries like Dubai are food secure but we would rather exploit their aquarium malls and desert rides rather than imitate them.

The rains are here but how prepared are we? Shall the hashtag #WanjikuDecides be the trending topic come 2months time? Wanjiku has cried, cursed and lost it. Jumping into the Wanjiku bandwagon is not me. Am a survivor, I will survive this turmoil.


(ii)Dish made of maize flour

(iii)Chicken feed made out of maize cobs

(iv)Type of stove that uses charcoal

(v)Unleavened flatbread made of wheat flour. Roti/roshi

Posted in #life, communication, finance

TOTD: My money, my business

The excitement that comes with one operating their own business or landing yourself that dream job is always up to the roof. Then there are the nosey people starting with ours truly, parents, who ask millions of questions; most importantly been “How much are you making? How much are you getting paid?” I always make the ” did I ever ask you how much you make” face. That by the way always piss me off from family to friends. If we have never had a sitting arrangement to discuss our finances then a beg, take your wahalla and go. Back to you, why are they always interested to know your dough? Does it get to your nerves?