Category: Memoirs
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I Can’t Wait to Get High
Growing up, I was always a plump little munchkin. Baby fat and all. Just freaking adorable. Until the baby fat decided to grow up with me and soon, all the cute looks and abujubujus turned into looks of concern and worry. Despite my growing fat, I was a very active child. I swam competitively till…
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The Man in the Dust
I’m dressed in orange baggy shorts. A black T-shirt with Mickey Mouse animation on it. Blue socks. Purple Crocs. A navy blue hat I got from some expo at KICC. I’m not exactly giving runway with that combination. Or am I? Have you seen what they’re calling high fashion lately? Point is, I am comfortable…
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BE A NUISANCE
I drove home in silence that night. Not ready to let reality back in just yet. I wanted to sit with everything the evening had stirred up and let it unravel me. I wanted to change careers. I wanted to stop right there and stand up for something. Begin a protest at 11:52pm in the…
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Gamaliel’s Feet – Part II
You see, in my 9-5, I write code. Three weeks ago, I stumbled onto something. Lemme tell you about it. …… I pull down the handle and push the door open to reveal what looks like heaven. Not for any reason other than because it is so bright. Floor-to-ceiling windows. White desks reflecting and further…
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TO BE LOST
What happens when the person who has always been praised for knowing the right path discovers that the path itself was never hers? When I was 13, in high school, I was part of the Presidential Award Club. I don’t know if that still exists today, but it was this super cool extracurricular that involved…
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Gamaliel’s Feet
They Say The Squeaky Wheel Gets Greased. We’re seated at MaloMalo on a Sunday afternoon. It’s a chilly Nairobi day. I have a maroon leather jacket on. Matching my lipstick. I’m looking like a snack. He’s dressed in black. Always. We’re chatting away about everything and nothing in particular. The conversation flows like an all-year-round…