Love gone wrong?

Edited Version: In 2017, voters did us bad. I will not mention the constituency. My ex, Tito, was vying for the MP position. Tito and I were regulars at Club Geo. It’s long dead now. Tito got the idea to try his luck because he always had the dream of being a leader. In my […]

Let me apologize before I start. To everyone who was ready for my traditional wedding with Tito — I’m sorry. Everyone who was on the line-up — I’m sorry. I hope the clothes you bought are still fitting. I’m sincerely sorry and I promise my next wedding will be real. It will be massive. Tito

Can someone play ‘Huyo Ni Chaguo Lako’ as I wipe my tears? Skip the part ‘alizaliwa kwajili yako’ because clearly, Chege doesn’t deserve me. Or rather, just ignore the song. I’ll be okay. I’ve not talked since Saturday noon. I don’t have the strength. Chege will be the end of me—literally. I was psyched for

Chege from Naivasha bewitched me. I repeat again — Chege from Naivasha bewitched me. Because tell me, what is a sane woman, with two functioning brain cells, doing with Chege? What am I doing with that man? My parents raised me well, I am a whole investment — my people spent money on me —

One thing you should note is there are days that Chege was exceptional. Sometimes Chege would spend on me until I had enough of everything I wanted. On such days, Chege won’t complain of the amount of money he spends. Such days are rare though. A good example was December 2019. I had complained how

I don’t understand why some people don’t understand when I say that I went for a two-year sleepover at Chege’s place. This is how it happened. Chege and I lived in the same neighborhood. A 50bob distance using motorbike but you can walk for around 10 minutes. When Chege started hinting that we could try

I’m writing this on Tuesday at 7:12 AM. I’m up an hour and a half earlier, not because I want to, but because the situation forced me to. It’s been three weeks since he left.I haven’t eaten well for four days. Tea sits cold in my hands, and I try to nibble on bread, but

From as far back as we could both remember, we had each other in our lives. Tony and I were inseparable. Our friendship had lasted through the ages and through the seasons. Tony and I had grown up together in the same estate, attended the same nursery school, same primary school, same high school and

Years back, I hated everyone working at Makongeni police station in Jogoo road. I didn’t know them but I hated them with all that I had. I even vowed never to step in that police station because I concluded everyone working there was evil. All this hatred was fueled by my ex who was an

I once dated a nurse from Umoja One. Fresh out of college, he landed his first job at a small clinic where he earned Ksh 1,200 a day on locum. Modest pay, yes—but still a good start. Meanwhile, I was making more money doing academic work for university students, writing blogs, and juggling B.A. assignments