Mkeka: The fading gem

When my grandmother sent for me, I knew whatever she wanted to show or tell me was of importance and it couldn’t wait. Once at her place I was fed to the brim as usual,you know how grandmas are right? Done, she called me in her room that had this warmth and always felt like home. Next to her bed was the decorative mat, mkeka wa chole.

“Take it” she said.

Puzzled, I asked why. I knew I was supposed to be given one on my wedding and so i couldn’t understand why she was giving me one then.

“You are different and you will need it. And maybe when the day comes, I might not be here to hand this to you”, she said in a frail loving voice.

Baffled, I sat next to her on her king size bed draped with silky sheets.

“I know you already know how important the mkeka is. And I want you to pass this down to your children’s children because we are living in a world that is evolving as the sun rises.”

As of this very moment, as I write this, very few of us do possess a mkeka and we all  know the cultural significance it has.

Mkeka’s importance in Swahili culture is also embedded with Islamic/Arabic culture. Mkeka is a woven mat, mostly used during the early days made from an indigenous palm tree found at the coastal parts of Africa. It comes from two Swahili words woven together- mke (woman) kaa(have a seat). Mkeka is mostly used as floor mat but it has other many usage such as wall hangings, table, prayer mats and on beds. But the most cardinal use is when one dies and it is used to wrap the body, then taken to grave.

Back in the day, a newly wed woman would be given one as a present for her new house. A brief reminder of the mkeka from grandmothers and aunts to her would go like this; “Mkeka huu, wafungua kwako, kama mama wa nyumba. Mkeka huu mtaswalia, mtakalia, mtalalia, mtapigana juu yake, mtapendana juu yake na
wakati wako ukifika wa kutokua mja hapa duniani, utakupeleka mpaka kwenye kaburi lako. Mtunze mkeka huu Kwani ndio ufunguo wa nyumba yako“(This mat will be of great significance to you as the mother of the house. You will play and pray on it,sleep on it,sit on it,cry on it, fight and love each other on it. And when your time to depart this world comes,this mat will carry you to the grave. Take good care of it as it is the key to your home).

These words are just an echo of what you’ve always known your entire life but now are transformed from being words to reality of the life one is about to embark after that day.

Mkeka nowadays has flourished from being a palm tree mat to sisal, string, clothes and many other materials. You will always find a mkeka in a mosque, the only thing separating the cold floor and one’s feet in the house of God.

Creativity has also played a huge part in mkeka evolution. You will get baskets, fancy wall hangings, table covers etc at coastal markets and other cultural shops. You will find it in Swahili houses but not on the floor. It will be wrapped somewhere in the corner, only used when necessary.

Mwacha mila ni mtumwa – A Swahili proverb.

So get your mkeka, be it for decoration, or any other personal use, beautify and preserve the culture.

Via NayNay.



Loose lips sink ships is something I’ve heard said on one or more occasion thus probably why sailors hold a reputation of having the most vulgar and coarse language. They tend to be rowdy and are often involved in drunken bar brawls when they make port. Alongside being scandalous lovers akin to long-distance truck drivers, their devil may care attitude may be attributed to the fact that at a point in history almost a third of the crew on a ship was buried at sea. A dangerous occupation although one may argue a majority of them were on the run from terrestrial demons, perhaps all the fables of sea monsters did not point to the certitude that probably the devils were pretty adept swimmers.

A particular breed of sailors are the pirates of the Caribbean majority of whom were actually naval officers sanctioned by her majesty’s the queen of Britain government to loot Spanish vessels as privateers: a medieval trade war. On the surface, they seem a bunch of, but on close inspection, one finds that discipline is a core trait of the more successful companies, plus the benefits were equally shared in spite of rank as opposed to other official outfits that relied on wages thus spoils in the latter were skewed top to bottom.

The threat of violence is key to the code of honor among thieves. This is how criminals who by virtue are serpents are able to collaborate. It is not just the rudimentary use of brutality that poised one to higher ranks, but how far one is willing to go that is to say a scoundrel that merely used his fists to settle scores is less feared than one who resorts to cloak and dagger wars, but a more sinister villain has a clique so loyal as to do the dirty deeds for them without fear or hesitation. These sorts tend to be alpha males but even they from time to time get tested any glimpse of weakness doesn’t go unnoticed.

Aside from murder, a challenger to authority may be subjected to less fatal punishment or humiliation to humble them enough to be a productive adherent. Some crimes were punitive for example larceny, but acts of insubordination were remedied by flogging or starvation, maybe even shunning and demotion or rank.

One interesting, pardon me I meant horrendous form is keelhauling, where an offender was tied to a rope that was looped beneath the vessel, thrown overboard on one side of the ship and dragged under the ship’s keel( either of two parts: a structural element resembling a fin that protrudes below a boat along the central line; or a hydrodynamic element. These parts overlap). The culprit is either pulled from one side of the ship to the other, starboard to port perhaps or the length of the vessel from bow to stern if you like.

“mwenda tezi na omo, marejeo ni ngamani.” ~ KISWAHILI PROVERB.

The above-stated event resulted in a death sentence or torture so severe it permanently maimed. The bottom of the ship is covered in barnacles leading to lacerations and most probably drowning. Thus a sailor’s worst nightmare is a boat keeling over and a famous maritime quip after ‘shiver me timbers’ and snarling is the adage: the captain goes down with the ship. This is because his or her attachment to a man-of-war or floating bucket is supposed to be so strong that they were conjoined twins where one is buried in the other as a corpse and casket. This may, in fact, be in a line of the view that a commander must try all they can to win a battle while preserving the lives of his charges or in this case save the ship or ensure at least every person on board is off the vessel before they disembark. By so doing they retain the respect of their underlings, more so since persons sailing under the skull and bones black banner often tend to be damaged goods, neglected archetypes that lacked a father figure.

Of course, the opposite of losing a ship is gaining another one coupled with the promotion of rank to that of a Commodore which is bestowed on one with a fleet. What else would reward your second in command, a loyal first-mate than their own domain? My question to you is quite simple, are you captain of your ship yet? *BON VOYAGE!*

Via Sir Alan

Woop Woop. Lock me in Watamu and throw away the keys.

I consider myself an introvert but i think I’m an extrovert,depending on the company I’m around. I can be crazy, be the best dancer, be the loudest in a group and at the same time be the most reserved person in a room. Does this make me an ambivert? I don’t know. I will continue with these online tests until i figure it out, anyhow, thats a story for another day.

In my posts i told you about my amazing trip to Watamu via Gedi ruins.

Traveling is the next best thing i have realized after solitude. I usually find myself thriving in solitude and its not up until i decided to make a small random trip off to Watamu that i realized theres more to life than i had imagined in my tiny mind. A mind that I’m realizing with each new day has lot of hidden capabilities. My craft really comes out best in solitude, as it depends on it more than anything, feeds on it like everything . For me theres no better way to do what i enjoy doing most while i am all by myself in the comfort of my own skin. Solitude i came to realize exists in all people but to varying degrees as it starts with the initial days of life. “Did you know that babies routinely turn away from their parents not because they want to sleep but because they need to disengage?” something i just read the other day. Well now you know. So with seclusion comes healing, finding, discovering ourselves, what we dropped off along the way trying to impress the wrong ones, things we sacrificed for the wrong cause.

Back to Watamu, there is one beautiful world out there, a world where i came to realize there is no fear of the unknown, a world with literally endless possibilities(not Maleek Berry’s), a world with crystal clear waters, super friendly and feels like home yet you’ve never been there before . A world with each day as it comes. (sounds like paradise yeah).

Told you how i felt when i saw dolphins for the first time,(wanting to scream out mamas name and show her lifes most beautiful moments) nothing beats that feeling for me. The way they show off swimming in numbers,playing hard to spot, i was told that we were on our best luck since there were a bunch of them that day. It was like running after a beautiful girl, getting turned down each time you thought you had them (my best description). I had the fear of deep sea diving and it all went away when i saw those beautiful fishes(or is it fish,my fiance told me “there are no fishes”,sigh) for the first time, the way they rub on your skin. One had a brother living on an island in an aquarium in a five-star hotel somewhere out there. I even got to meet dory, but she was in a hurry still looking for her family, sigh.

I visited one of the most secluded private island that i never knew existed, WakaWaka Island, named after its superhot sands, where one local told me that you could literally light a ciggarete from the sand.

The guys here were the best and most welcoming crew, I’m not a fan of seafood but a grilled chicken(one that had crossed the road) was specially made for me.

These guys are responsible for the upkeep of this beautiful island and are the friendliest people you will ever come across. On top of that they have the best coffee,Italian made, and they spoke fluent Italian. Per favore and Prego are the only Italian words i am familiar with.

We were entertained to a traditional dance and only the ones who could withstand the heat would take part in the dance.

It was time to leave the island and go back home. Sigh, how time went by so quick.

All I’m trying to tell you is that once in a while visit a place that you’re not sure off, my advice, start off with Watamu, your experience will be priceless and it won’t set your pocket back that much, the vibe about this place will make you want to go back for more . You won’t regret a penny spent here. Life is what you make it. Pack a bag plan a trip. Go, work for WakaWaka (just playing with words here).

Life I’m realizing is more pleasurable when we don’t feel the need to control it. Be good do good.

Reset.Default Settings *Happiness*

In my pursuit of happiness and finding a sense of personal fulfillment I decide to go on a small mission that I’ve been procrastinating for the past six months now. The modern Maasai and their contentment with life.

By now we all know that the Maasai are the Poster children of Kenya and the tribal Africa in general, Wakanda forever 😄.

They’re found at southern Kenya and Northern Tanzania. You hear the word Maasai you see Men jumping and beautiful women shrugging their shoulders.

On your way to town from Nyali at the buxton Malindi stage you’ll see some Maasai guys with strands of hair on their hands.

In the evening after work I decided to pay them a short visit . Luckily I come across one and I tell him about my happiness project. He is hesitant at first and I tell him the project will help a lot and he’ll be a part of it. He gives me a look of approval and we sit down for a chat.

He is 28 years of age and he introduces himself as Yakobo. Yakobo used to be a cattle herder in his hometown a small village off Arusha Tanzania . He had his formal education in Tanzania but he decided to come to Kenya to look for greener pastures.

He ended up working as a hairdresser after being inspired by a friend and he has been practicing it for the past two years. He tells me the knowledge he got back home from his Moran roots. He tells me he gets his products at Ksh 70 and his price for braiding the famous thin Rasta like dreadlocks ranges from 1000-3000 depending on the preference of his customer.

Apparently there are over 100 guys in buxton who specialize in the same field as him. On a good day he’ll go home with ksh 3000 and most of the days he’ll go home empty handed . I asked him if he ever tried other jobs but he replies that it’s the only one he’s comfortable at. He pays ksh 30 a day and he’s responsible for maintaining the cleanliness of his open hair salon spot. He’s very happy with his work and he tells me it took a lot of courage to leave his hometown to come out here to forge his happiness. I realize he prefers working on his own as he tells me he has a dream of starting his own salon in the area.

Midway through our conversation another Maasai passes by who’s curious of what’s going on, he introduces himself and I notify him about my project,I ask if his willing to share his story and he exchanges a glance with Yakobo communicating with an expression too subtle for me to discern. I tell him that it’s a story that’ll inspire others out there. He sits down takes out his tobacco pours a little on his palm and sniffs it.

He tells me how he helped out another young lady with a school project, he proudly tells me how the girls project was the best and he asks if the story will benefit only me, but I get to convince him that the story will be read by hundreds if not thousands of people who’ll get to know his work. His name is Moses , 53 years of age but he looks 40 , physically strong and he comes across with a good sense of humor.

He has a good demeanor and he portrays a feeling of pride something he flaunts with his posture and a bright smile.

Health is all that matters to him.Moses sells traditional medicines and he owns cattles back at his home in tanga . He tells me he decided to go into this work after he came to work as a watchman only to realize that the money he was making wasn’t enough to sustain his four wives and twenty one children back at home. He tells me one is allowed to marry as many women as the number of cows he can afford. So his option was to become a herbalist a knowledge that is instilled in them from their childhood days. Moses tells me he specializes in head and stomach related illnesses. I ask him what the blood in his jerrycans heals and they all burst out laughing, he composes himself and tells me that it’s a type of tree and it’s never blood, how ignorant I’ve been all along, sigh.

With a broad smile he proudly tells me how you’ll rarely find a Maasai at the hospital getting treated as they all maintain a good healthy living condition. He tells me again it’s hard to find a Maasai convicted of crimes as they keep themselves busy. He asks me to share his story and how he is angered by the copycats (people from other communities) plying their trade.He is worried with the pace at which the world around him is changing. I cut him short by asking him about the famous Maasai aphrodisiac. He bursts out laughing telling me it’s true. He calls it Mburgeri and only found in a specific location during August and November. A small one goes for 3000 and it’s purely natural with no side effects.

He asks for a photo with me and we take one with Yakobo too.

To me these guys are the epitome of contentment, a good path I took in my pursuit of happiness journey, I hope you find something that’ll keep you satisfied and give you a sense of purpose and happiness, don’t stop until you find it, destroy anything that will stop you in your quest to find the ultimate satisfaction, create good vibes and spread it all around.

Be good do good.

Unravel… This way? That way?

Ever sat down and question your purpose in this universe, like where you’re headed, every step of your journey, if things are taking shape and all that?

I’ve been trying to figure this for quite some time now. I never got the chance to tell you about my second tragic accident, how I survived it, only He knows. I believe there’s a reason to it, this not being the first time I cheated on death, you know about my first accident.

Ever felt like you’re an instrument, in an experiment of some sort? Reason you come across certain people in life and how you influence their behavior vice versa? Ever felt like you’re Frank from sausage party or some character in a movie given that if a book or show was based on your life it’d be a bestseller?

I try finding the most exhilarating event of my life either through people and through the journey of whom I’m meant to be.

Who’s even sure of what they’re supposed to become? Sometimes we hide, pretend and we keep ourselves busy trying to distract our minds but we can never ignore that voice calling inside us. A voice that is only distinctively meant for us.

Most of the the times we crave aliveness and fulfillment in people and in the process we find ourselves wasting energy and heartache continually chasing the things that will fill us up.

We’re the ones in charge of our destiny by the choices we make each day. This one time I lost my identity through social media, something I never talked about only to realize it can destroy someone if not carefully managed. I’ll talk about this in my next piece.

Surrounding ourselves with the things we love and engaging in desired activities really has an effect.

There’s nothing better than kickstarting each day with the ability to fully express yourself and inspire those around you. In doing so setting values for yourself and honoring them. Stand for something and let it push you daily. Through this you’ll get rid of the mediocre, the ordinary, people’s expectations and opinions.

You’re allowed to be a badass once in a while, you don’t have to be everyone’s cup of tea, or going with the programmed theme of society with misguided teachings and mindsets that will push you off track .

I try orienting my life to what excites me and looking for adventure that I feel calls from within.

The next hour isn’t guaranteed, leave alone tomorrow. Set yourself out and go knocking down each boundary you’ve created and help others along the way find their potential.

Ask yourself what’s stopping you from being happy and work on getting rid of it. Remember everything you come across and going through is preparing you for something big, let every lesson be worth it and don’t forget to be grateful. And pray and pray and pray.

Be good do good.

Reconnect : In Pursuit of Happiness, My way.

Who wakes up at 2am and just laughs at the mistake they made a few days back ? Well you guessed right, that’s me, only that this time the mistake is a word pronunciation I made while we were going through the list of the most spoken lingua in Africa with my workmates.

I came across “Berber” and pronounced it as written. One of my workmates bursts out laughing but the other one moderately corrects me. I pull off a quick one telling them the berber I’m referring to is a tribe in Somalia. Well played Moulid well played, I pat myself on the back.

But hey did you know Swahili is the most spoken language in Africa with over 100 million speakers, and that researchers find those who crack self-depreciating jokes to be happier and more sociable, well you can read about the latter Here and thank me later.

So back to reality, I have been procrastinating for quite sometime now when it comes to writing. I’ve been selfishly writing for myself not sharing it out with you guys, always avoiding nagging questions from close friends on when I’ll be putting up something on my blog. I had to take a small break, as usual.

Is this age catching up with me? at 27 I feel super old and a bit left behind trying to catch up with life. 26 was one eye opening stage. I failed in a lot of things, businesses startups, relationships, pursuit of small dreams and a few things I’ll share with you along the way when the time is right. But 2017 ended in the best of ways, the last three months to be precise and the lessons learnt will always be invaluable.

Remember when I told you I find solace in depressing music a while back? Now I find it in people who’re going through tough times in their life and food and lots of food.

This one day I woke up to a post on Facebook of some guy who had committed suicide. I was shocked given that the guy seemed to be one happy soul from his posts on social media. Never knew him in person but It really left me feeling empty. So I decided from then I’d be checking up on a friend or even a stranger, analyze what they post on social media, and the ones I could reach out to physically I talked to them one on one, try finding out what they’re going through.

It was one of the best decision I made up to this moment, as people even strangers could open up to you when you decided to listen and be part of them.

This one time some matatu driver on my way from Mtwapa told me about his dreams and how they were shattered by the mistakes and choices he made, how no one ever got to listen to his story, how he normally perceived things, I listened to him and gave him some encouraging words and to my surprise his energy changed and he was really optimistic on what was ahead. I usually tell the people close to me about my “big ears“, I can listen to you all day and I’ll speak less.

Listening, I realized also helped me in a big way. Removing people’s obstacles, the ones created by their minds,setting up boundaries that they think can’t be broken, became a norm. I had to check up on anyone going through a rough patch. I’d travel miles just to sit down with someone and listen to their story.

It reached a point to where I was overwhelmed and it really had an effect on me, I opened up to a friend and it did help me. (Thank you Zinquisha Mobetto. )

To me, it’s the way I’m built, seeing everyone and everything around me doing good really pushes me forward.

This was my pursuit of happiness where I almost lost myself but luckily I’ve learned to balance it all. Most of my posts are on happiness, I’ve tried running after one, searched inside myself, looked for it in friends and family but only to realize that happiness is me. I just read that the Indian government have introduced a “happiness” classes in their curriculum, well. I’ll leave it there.

Be good to yourself, change your routine, try something new even if it’s a small thing each week. Eat that vegetarian dish at lunch if you always eat meat, listen to some music that isn’t your normal cup of tea. Create variation and expand your comfort zone regularly in small ways. Pray and pray and pray. Be around friends who motivate you, friends who’ll listen to you, be kind to your folks, reconnect with what you used to love if it has fallen by the wayside and let things fall into place, focus your energy on the good things, don’t get lost buddy, forgive others but don’t forget to forgive yourself, feed the young child In you, you’re nothing without it, focus on your bright moments most, let the rough patches build you up, believe in yourself, all will be well trust me.

If you want happiness for an hour – take a nap

If you want happiness for a day – go fishing

If you want happiness for a year- inherit a fortune

If you want happiness for a lifetime- help someone else

Chinese proverb .

*Be good do good, if you need someone to talk to, feel free to hit up my dm or mail, I will respond.*


Waffles and honey… The Cheat-codes to Happiness

“Morini wangu, najisikia na ile ii ile mende”.

Somewhere back in 1995, pre school. Ibrahim has just ripped one of those melody singing robots (can’t seem to find its name) from one of the cards and he has carried it to school. Back then you had this, and you were ‘the man’.

Break time and the robot is singing melodiously as Ibrahim tries his best to hide it, this time we’re doing the above song that’s to be dedicated to one of our crush who’s a class above us. A light skin lady, legs so straight like the bamboo,super sleek with no blemishes, her face I can’t describe well up to this day,Sigh. Cindy Crawford comes close. We rehearse this song for a week and during each break session we’d try to approach our lady morini who never even bothered throwing a glance our way.

Two weeks down the line, I get transferred to another school but the hymn still playing in my head. Guess morini will never hear it,even in her dreams. I don’t know if Ibrahim made the move that day but all I know is that I let Love slip through my tiny hands, and the first love song I ever composed went down the drain.

Twenty two years later, still trying to figure out how a candle lit the sun, with the clouds that had covered everything. The sources that I tried all this while ever since the moon left with my shine.

I’ve been watching this candle from the sky all along,just looking at it lighting other sources , wax dripping off it but holding itself up each time.

Not until I left my dark clouds to talk to the candle did I get my rays back shining. The candle with its small flame did magic that day.

“There’s a girl living in my neighborhood……. Two souls where a river meets an ocean somewhere on a quiet beach freestyling to this John Holt’s song, “when she walks…… “love love love” another song pops up midway…

Cheat codes, you know those cheat codes in games where you can pull off and do special skills,well that you can do too in real life. I realized cheat codes is speaking your heart out, not holding anything back, turning a blind eye, deaf ears to anything that will try compromise your shine. Not sending your light to the wrong objects. Look for a source, shine your light upon it, if it doesn’t boomerang you’ re allowed to look for a different source. Ok this is not science 🤦🏽‍♂️.

The other day I played the mice when all she wanted was a camel, hump hump we pulled it off, everyday gets better. Life’s too short to not speak your heart, sing that worse tune in your head. Speak that gibberish language, make those stupid dance moves, count the stars because there’s someone who’ll understand it at the end.

I don’t understand this article but all I know is that a fish and a bird can fall in love, where they eat and live is up to them. I’m just a city mice leaving on a sandy beach in love with a crab and you bet we’ ll fish and live on it.

Be good.

Morini is Maureen….

By now you’ve all met Superstar… and now that I’ve met my solitude it’s time to protect it.
e’re all a little weird, and life’s a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”Dr.Seus

Trying to relate….. I like you…..

I like you but I don’t like the world you live in. I don’t like you but I like how your world feels. Yes, people in their twenties where this statement applies well. 

Friday evening, I’m outside the house reading as I wait for dinner, my neighbor is making enchilada and I wouldn’t miss it for a thing in the world. (told you I’m a serious foodie). My phone rings. Mrembo x is in town, (by x I don’t mean my ex girlfriend, it’s a pseudonym for this article). She tells me she wants to link up as she’s in town only for the night, tricky tricky situation, I’ll have to forego the dinner. What to do? I agree to pick her up in an hour. I notify my neighbor that I won’t be in for dinner and she’s shocked as well 😂. I just tell her to save me some for later.

Fifty minutes later I’m at this girl’s address picking her up. (The thing is we have never met before. Just friends, we’ve been exchanging books from Nairobi to Mombasa ). Out comes a beautiful young lady nicely dressed and with a big smile worn on her face. “Hello I’m x, nice to finally meet you Moulidy.” Off we go. Destination English point Marina.

 I’m casually dressed in a grey oversized tee, a short and slippers. On the other hand she’s fully dressed for a prom night. I didn’t get the full memo it seems. I thought it was just another night. We place our orders. She wants the best wine in the house. I just get myself a simple cocktail. Five minutes later the waiter is at our table with the order. Pours the wine nicely, sticks around for another five minutes which seemed like eternity offering his expert opinion on the different types of wines, how to tell a good one, blah blah…..

We have the most shallow of conversations talking deep stuff with no sense and just laughing uncontrollably. Sigh. Food comes but she only takes a bite and she’s full. This is interesting now. I ask the waiter to pack it up for a takeaway. Another thirty minutes of blank conversation and our uber guy is outside waiting. I drop her off at her place with nothing but enchilada on my head.

I get home feast on my enchilada and forget about the night #ntgif (not thanking god it was Friday). 

Well this is just another story of my twenties. I don’t know her story and I don’t want to be rude but I think people should hold down into their own. What are we normally upto. I have flirted with Mrembo X for quite sometime online, had those imaginary babies during the “baby making weather.” Declaring her love. I just wanted the books. Maybe she wanted something, maybe she wanted my books, maybe my world. I don’t know. She hit me up days later saying she had the best time. Well, okeiy.

Imagine the world where we are all concerned with what people think of us and if they like us and how much better we feel when they do love us and how we don’t want to have to actually be in our bodies but rather parade them around looking perfect.

Oh wait. Right.

We live in the world. You and me and all the other pots calling the kettles black.

We get to create what the experience is like for ourselves.

We live in the world. There’s not much we can do to change that fact except not live in the world and that choice seems grim. We live in the world and we live in our bodies and the capacity to love is great. It’s so great that we don’t even have to do anything about it except acknowledge it and ask it to sit down for a glass of wine.It has a dog’s nose and can smell shit a mile away so don’t worry about that.

Hold down into your own. Be good.

The Zodiac Disposition 

So we’re having a chitchat over lunch break  with my colleague Mr Mutai, a very awkward topic pops up, on guys having a sign to show that they share the same responsibilities with their better halves,  when it comes to pregnancy. Denno argues that it’d be fair to the ladies if guys had something say a “nundu” (hump) on their backs for a period of five months, I suggest a hallow on their heads during this time, you get the picture .. haha. Anyway the article isn’t about this topic again nor the sumptuous looking meal below 😋.

To those of you who know me by now know about my obsession with the zodiac. Lets say I just do it for fun when bored. But I went a step ahead and enrolled for some online classes. Took a step even further and started studying the natal charts when I met some Leo lady along my way. Most of the time I’d characterize people based on their signs and today I’ll talk about the ladies I’ve dated based on their zodiac personas. 

*They’re all amazing in their own ways and these are just my views*




The twins. I call her the ticking time bomb, the loud one, the wild one etc. This one has a lot of names, I can’t name them all. Twin personality, very confusing, one moment you think you know and the next 🤦🏽‍♂️. I never knew much about this lady. She could easily blend with everything she came across, a social butterfly she was and everyday she was a different person. Let’s just say she was a hurricane compared to my jet-stream steadiness personality. While I was trying to find balance in everything she was there doing her best to tip off the scales, on whichever side she deemed fun. But you all know what happens when there’s no equilibrium, I hope one day I’ll be able to understand and see the other side of your teachings. Be good.



This one wrote the book of love, still writing that book of love and emotions. The most caring highly motivated individual I’ve come across. She breaths love, speaks love, and sees love in everything. This one pushes me around, very fluid in her emotions. Her crab like nature always going with the tides and does little to affect the scales. She brings balance given her impeccable intuition and really a big fan of the indoors( a plus plus ) though at times she comes forward as hysterical and needs enough emotional security in her life. Well 🤷🏽‍♂️ there’s nothing much to say about you right now.



The lioness. What can I say about this one? All that glitters, her cup of tea. This one would spend an hour in the bathroom (sorry it was really annoying) so I had to ensure I’d be the first to hit the shower every morning not to be late for work. She’d take an extra 30 minutes for selfies ( I’m not complaining ) and she had all the cosmetics you never heard off (Sigh). The good thing is that whenever she stepped outside she’d catch everyone’s attention wherever she went.

Attention! Deny her this and you’ve suffocated and denied her the world mate. Something that led to our ship hitting the iceberg. This one night out I couldn’t let her take selfies with my phone and my brother you guess what happened next. She was the life of the party, the night life was her scene. Zumbalela, her energy when it came to the outdoors was second to none. Her adventurous side was always there tipping over the scales. Good thing you made me go back to reading and writing. Be good. Just settle down with one person for now.



Hmmmmmmm!!! Very unpredictable, always ready to fly off the handle at any given time. But this one is a magician. An intelligent ram she is. Intellectually we’d get along perfectly, always laughing at people’s grammar mistakes. She was very feisty and mind bending, very quick to anger and to her everything was a debate in which she had to come out as a winner. I found myself treading careful with this one and it really did tip off my scale. Always focused in the intricate details and  passionate about every little thing that she termed “cute”.

Sometimes I wish she could slow down so I’d catch up with her ramyfied pace. Always after the ultimate pleasure in life and very temperamental. Just slow down and pick up the 📌, a Brother destroyed his whole haystack to get it. Sigh. 🤦🏽‍♂️ 



Harshly critical. Harshly critical. Harshly critical. Perfectionist in everything. Very reserved and sometimes I used to think she had no emotions at all, Sigh.

This lady flew from Arusha to Mombasa to drag me out of a Sauti-Sol concert at midnight. Huyu hataki mchezo wallahy. Very opinionated which led to the tip off the scales, something I never told her.

But the best thing about her was her reliability when it came to talking, she was always there for her friends and family( a plus plus in a libras world ).

But the Virgo is always a Virgo . My advice lighten up kidogo sometime the world isn’t conspiring against you. Put some of that pure energy into good use.

The scales are there, well balanced. Aquarius, Sagittarius, Pisces, Scorpio, Libra, Capricorn, Taurus oi oi …. who knows, seven more to go, haha. Let’s see where the tides get me. 🤷🏽‍♂️😅.

In all honesty though, I’m getting to learn things along the way. Be good do good. Feel free to write my story 😁.

Disclaimer; If the hats fit 🤷🏽‍♂️




*l’histoire de ma vie. ( via G-translate )*



Why is the weed growing on your sleeve? Why is there grass on your spoon? Why is a tree growing on your doorstep? Why are there bags under your eyes?


“Moulidy why have you stopped writing?”

“I haven’t stopped writing,I just don’t post it as much as I used to. I write for myself ”

Someone I look up to when it comes to writing just told me this words. She was a good writer, she still is a good writer. You should get to read her work. But her words will leave you on the edge of a cliff, wanting more. I tried my best to convince her to get back into writing, again, this were here words  “I’m my own audience, I write for myself”. 

Trust me I’ll go out of my way and eat meat to see her work again, Sigh. 

Anyway, this isn’t about her. This is about my first paragraph. The weed, that big tree, those bags, the grass and that big cloud blocking your view, obstructing each single ray coming your way. 

They say every cloud has a silver lining, why not open your eyes and see through it. The grass growing shouldn’t stop you from polishing that spoon, who knows it might be a silver spoon. Why not chop down that tree and make a door of opportunity. Why let the weed grow on your sleeve while it’s your heart that’s supposed to be there.

This one’s for your soul. You think you have too much darkness in your world praying for light, forgetting that there are stars above you. Open your eyes, don’t just carry those bags down there. Light will come when it’s intended to. When the time is right. Right now just enjoy the view while you can. The stars won’t be there forever. Squeeze away those thoughts.

What do you call a cold hotdog? I just read this in the morning and I couldn’t stop laughing. 

Some things will never lose their identity no matter the situation. Stay on your path, don’t try drift away into the unknown.

What do you call a frozen watermelon? 

All I’m trying to say is enjoy each moment of your life, the ups and downs and the in betweens. You’re a universe. The world is a part of you and not the other way round.

I just had one too many cups of coffee today, my colleague told me it’s international coffee day (who comes up with these things) we just couldn’t stop ourselves. I had to pick up a pen and put some life into these words during my lunch break session, doing this I had to forego biriani which is a Friday norm here in Mombasa. (Ukikula something else apart from biriani on a Friday Boss unachekwa)

Let these words put some air into your world in return.

If you get to know my friend just tell her to go back into sharing her work with the world. The universe needs it. I promise you’ll love her work. And to you my friend if you’re reading this,(I wish I could post a link of your work here on this piece of paper,Sigh) Just get back here and share your work, for the hundredth time asking.

Hey you universe. Wake up . Get that pruning saw, trim down those weeds, mow the grass, get an axe chop down that tree already or make a ladder out of its branch and enjoy its fruits. Put on some shades in the darkness stand under that cloud and enjoy the rain. The sun will rise tomorrow and you’ll love the rainbow. Just look at the stars, pluck an orange from that tree paint it blue and confuse the world. You’re the world . Be good do good.

**Title inspired by Israel Kamakawiwoʻole’s story**