I wish the inflation could affect a portion of your heart, so it could make you love me double. I wish you would have trouble finding me, so I would be precious. Not like a commodity but in reality you would require me like a basic need. I wish you would not retire after a long day without me. If you did, I wish you would aspire to be with me.

The shopkeeper would be cupid, they would be lucid enough to hoard me. I wish you could see that I am a keeper so you would buy me at any price just to hold me. You would then be surprised that I should have been priceless!  Nevertheless, I wish that you would appreciate me, whether or not the market depreciated or retaliated.

I wish that during the shortage of good love, you would have me. Maybe that way we would be together till old age. Like a good product we would be cool, timeless and priceless. It kills me that in my everyday endeavors I think of you hoping that you would see me. I was just shopping & thinking of the current inflation situation, wonder how I started relating it to you ….

The LITU pleasures you bring …

I don’t always say this but just so you know I love your many ways. Like the sun’s beautiful rays last on me, you amaze me! Out of the haze, I adore the simple things that you do, like taking pictures of my dimple… I mean who does that?  When you open the door for me, it makes me feel special. I like how you are gentle when we make out on the bathroom floor. I go mental thinking about all the things I wanna do to you, it’s how the taste of your kiss is, it’s how idle I get when I miss you, it’s how we diss each other then rekindle the flame, it’s the scented candle you got me for my birthday, it’s how you handle me at the end of the day when I comeback from work. I love how you cuddle with me on the couch till I fall asleep ….

I love when you let me sleep on your side of the bed, how you let me slip into your shirt. On the flip side, you love when I let you take off my skirt .… When you sip my milkshake and refuse to give it back, we fight. I might end up getting mad for real but at the end of the day, you take me into your arms then I forgive you. I give you a hard time helping me decide on what to wear but deep inside I appreciate your time and consideration. You never lie, or so I think so baby I give you acclamation! When we are walking in the rain it’s warm because you hold me close, it feels like you take away all my pain when I close my eyes to kiss you. In that moment I know I made the right choice when I choose you. Like a garment, I know you were tailor-made and meant for me ….

When you are away, you send me that text that simply says: Good night. In a way it gives me an insight of the person you are. You let me marvel at your simplicity, at the same time letting me unravel the mystery that lies behind your eccentricity. You are the reason why I am your diamond in the rough, I smile in the midst of a tough day knowing very well that I look forward to the salmon you cook me for dinner. What’s bigger? You reward me with your gift of listening, I award you the best man as you lift my spirits up, you shift me from a place of discomfort albeit the task. You know I love flowers so you didn’t ask but got me a vase to keep them! You know I love showers so in this case you let us spend hours in it, you even help me mask my face ….

When I cry, you don’t think am a baby but you let me take it out on you. It’s how you treat me on a daily basis, you never leave me but you see through me, you appreciate the things I write you, in a way I speak to you through the poetry, you sway my thoughts when you play me Floetry, it’s an array of bliss that we both enjoy music. It’s the joy that we are in sync in so many ways. It’s the movies we love to watch, it’s the smoothies we love to catch over our conversations, it’s the scotch we love to snatch over our sensational night activities. It’s the pillow fights after the steamy sex, it’s watching Camp Lazlo with you when am low, it’s relishing the creamy white forest you got me. I mean, am not even a sweet tooth but truth is: For your little pleasures, anything baby!

My 12-year-old Boy from Kerugoya

You should be reading the newspaper everyday but on April Fools’ Day you should particularly not miss a copy just so you can test your brain and see if you can tell which stories make for great pranks! I get the kicks from that. However, In a twist of events Pg. 8 of The Daily Nation briefs had a headline that caught my eye. “Boy held in hospital due to 10,820 bill.” The story went on that the boy had missed his terminal exams because of the detention at the Kerugoya district hospital and in addition, the hospital superintendent could not be reached for a comment. This broke my heart, I even shed a tear. This wasn’t a joke. Can you understand this situation? I still can’t understand how a little boy can be detained in hospital over a 10 K bill and thus miss going to school. I mean, a 12-year boy should be busy watching WWF, adoring Ben10, playing football and mchongwanos if not at school kicking ass at solving math problems!

I quickly came up with a brilliant idea to raise 5 k and the rest from four of my best friends so we could bail that kid out of his misery by the next day, that  would be a Saturday. [I love my ambition]. First things first, I called the Nation hotline hoping to get any contacts that would help me get to the kid. Kudos to the quick response, within a minute the gentleman behind the phone had already given me the contacts of one George Munene John, the Kerugoya Nation correspondent who had done the story. The hookup was effortless! Chap chap! I called Munene who was very receptive as I explained how I ran into his story in the newspaper and felt that my friends and I could assist the kido. I also found out from him that both the boy’s parents had ran off forcing him to live with his grand mother who had no cell phone, thus no way to reach them. We both agreed that Munene would go to the hospital over lunch time and check if the boy was still there and just confirm that the bill is still at 10,820. I mean, you don’t want to be raising money for an already released person. Turned out the kid was still there.

I quickly called a few friends, let’s just say April Fool’s is the last day you want to be asking anyone to send you money for a 12-year-old boy who has been detained in Kerugoya hospital- wonderful prank! Their responses made for a good ice breaker, they hardly believed me! I think only Anto did at first! I think I would have the worst sense of humour if I was joking about such a thing, or the best (depending on how you look at it). By 3 pm on Friday I had almost all the cash I needed, thanks to the quick response from my friends and decided that if I didn’t get the rest of the top up by Saturday morning, I would just top up the amount myself.

On Friday evening, I got a call from Munene saying, “The hospital panicked and released the boy just a few minutes ago.” At that moment I really felt a whole load of burden off my heart and shoulder. Before that I wasn’t going to sleep in peace until I knew that the boy was released from hospital. I had prior arranged to get an off from work on Saturday to go see the kid but most of ,my friends still urged me to still go see him even after news of his release. 

That Friday night, I thought a lot of whether I should still go see the boy or not so I talked to my friend Chimano and sister Jackie and they both urged me to follow my heart. My best friend Bunny called on Saturday morning saying the same so I thought to myself how sometimes in life we are just afraid to take a leap. We always wait for that little glimpse of hope just to do something. Sometimes we need more than just one sign and I had had too many so I hopped out of bed and into the shower and off to Kerugoya, javing-alone! I was really excited!

However, it didn’t feel like I was alone as my friends kept tweeting/texting and calling me all the way. I ideally went because of the power they bestowed upon me! [Singing: Solidaaaaarity forrrrrever LOL] I got a matatu at Tea Room terminus near Commercial in town. And is it only me who suffocates in mats going to shags? Wah! That was the longest 2-hour-drive I have had in a long time. 

Munene was out on an assignment so he gave my number to a man called Kennedy who asked me to alight at Kutus. He was so kind to come get me too. That’s When Ken arrived, I established that he was the boy’s neighbor. He was also the one who got the journalist to write the story. He said that he had tried to do everything possible, he even got the chief to write a letter to the hospital and the doctors still refused to release the boy. It was until the newspaper article that made the uproar public that the Ministry of Health called the hospital and demanded for the kid to be released. Within no time, we were both on a motorbike heading to the village to see the boy and granny. Excuse me, I was not about to start walking on the dusty village roads 🙂 I have to say, my motorbike was pimped- we were on another level! Check that bigass radio! And it was playing 2Pac, Dear Mama 🙂

When I finally got to the village, I saw the granny and the boy (who was in crutches) sitting outside the thatched house, sort of like waiting for someone. They just had that look like they were waiting for anyone to come fix them. Sad. Granny couldn’t speak either English or Swahili so Ken played a very good interpreter. He explained to her that I was the girl who was going to bail the grandson from hospital but that I decided to come see him after all even though he had been released. That’s Ken in the picture.

I took some time to talk to the boy—Martin Munene. I was sad that he couldn’t speak English yet he’s in class 6. Nevertheless, I was very happy that he was healthy and that strange enough he didn’t seem as troubled as I thought he would be. I was shocked that the hospital had detained him from as far ago as January making him miss a whole term from school yet he had emerged second out of 46 in his class  the previous term. It was clear that he’s a sharp boy who just needs to keep with the schooling, and a very bright future awaits him.

Martin had fallen from a mango tree right behind the granny’s house while trying to get something to eat. Sometimes that’s all they have to eat. The wound was severe as the doctors had even put a piece of metal inside his leg. It was around 2 p.m God knows I was hungry for any edible thing and thirsty as hell for a coke but these people hadn’t had anything since tea in the morning. The granny also takes care of her other 4-year-old, grandson who is either disabled or had autism. I couldn’t really tell but I could see that he also needed help.

Granny told me that Martin had only one pair of school shorts and a shirt. He has never had a school sweater or shoes (he had on some slippers). So sad. When he went to the hospital after the accident, the doctor tore through his school shorts, so now that he was out he still couldn’t go to school with no uniform. Granny said that she would need about 2,00o bob to purchase a new pair of school uniform for Martin, complete with shoes. Thank God I didn’t shop for her like I had contemplated earlier. I would have bought them blue band, peanut butter and wet wipes—things that are completely non existent in their world.

I had returned some of the money I got from my friends because I hadn’t known that I would still visit Kerugoya. Nway I gave granny all the money I had to buy uniform and food to last them at least a month or so. She has a farm right behind the house but she hasn’t been cultivating because of the drought plus there’s no water in the village. They only have a meal when she goes out to do odd jobs to get money for food. 

If I can buy a necklace or spend dinner worth 2,000 bob or above, I felt like it wouldn’t be going out of my way to help the kido and the granny with the little I had. This was a joint effort between me, my friends and Munene’s story. No one would have known about Martin, the 12-year-old boy. I thank God I bumped into little Martin and thought I could help.

On Saturday night at around 8 p.m while preparing myself to go out right after the journey back from Kerugoya, I saw Ken from Keruguya calling me. He was saying thank you and wishing me a goodnight. That was soooooo cute—that in Kerugoya they wish each other goodnight at 8 p.m. I mean, that’s when Nairobi night awakens 🙂 Just yesterday, I called Ken to ask if they had bought Martin the uniform and am so happy to report that they had, he said that they even bought him socks 🙂 Yaaay!

I think it’s great that Martin is now going to school. We could give granny a couple of loose thousands every month but it will just last her so long. I am looking into a long-term solution. Granny needs a water pump so she can sustain her agriculture. In addition she can sell water to the community members and at least make some cash for food and stuff. She also needs an autism organization or something of the sort to help with the other kid. I am now calling out to all my friends or any well-wisher, how do we go about this? It’s a good thing that I am now very good friends with Munene and whatever we decide on he will publish it in the newspaper. Currently searching for organizations that empower communities through projects and of course that would help with the special kid. Any tips are welcomed. I will be setting a date for a brainstorming session so y’all better have your phones on!

Special shout out to: The Daily Nation, Munene, Anto, Bunny, Chim, Wanjeri, Marcus, Robert Alai, JB, Wamathai, Bruna and Nick Ndeda! We did it, Part 1 🙂

BONUS! I had quite an adventure and all but in summary, nothing beats the feeling in my heart when I left cucu and Martin smiling. It kinda felt like I made people who would otherwise not be smiling, smile 🙂 [I am now Munene’s un-official god-mother]

Dear Stranger,


I don’t know you but can I have just another day with you? I don’t mean to bother or be rude, I just want a chance to be with a fly brother. I don’t mind gifts and trips but all I want is to dine with you, so I can be sure that this is no mistake but a chance to take your hand into mine. See how well it fits, just one more time …

I don’t know you but I feel like you are the one to acquit me from this case, not of a crime but that I wanna commit to you. I admit that am addicted to your smile, moreover my mind gets twisted when I look into your eyes, it’s sort of like a place where I turn to when I am conflicted in these feelings I have for you …

I don’t know you but like glue am stuck to your magical presence. It’s not something tangible but I feel like I can almost touch it. I lost a lot of myself in the past trying to be someone I wasn’t, luckily all that has passed and now I have learnt not to take the fast lane but the soul plane, the way into the heart …

I don’t know you but I wanna sing you a love song just because you asked me to, and of course am hoping you would come my way. P.s I am the worst singer ever but trust me my lyrics will linger in your head, take you back to be basics of dating. I will probably be out of key but that’s just to tell you how much I have been thinking of you lately …

I don’t know you stranger but I just wrote you a letter. If you don’t agree to this, I could either feign insanity or fail in the attempt to get to know you. I think at the least I will have dreamt about you away from the comfort of my bed. I will have made an effort towards getting ahead to know you. Luckily I will have left unhurt, unscathed & strange enough unloved all the same …