Sometimes I feel like either I was born in the wrong continent or planet, or should I say galaxy. How else do you explain that when people are thinking of how to make millions, all I’m thinking about is how I can find ‘wambūi mwīkuithia’ aka mimosa vine and step on her and smirk as she looses her turgidity and withers, albeit for a while. I mean the other day my glands went all rollercoaster on me when I saw some leaves that looked like ‘ndabibi’ and I imagined that sour goodness in my mouth. I’d give the jaba people a run for their money if we were to complete. Reminds me of a colleague who went loaf eating competition with inmates. Karibu anyongwe 🤣🤣. Even as I write this I’m feeling like singing, ‘ndabibi, ndabibi ndamu ndarathi ng’ara…..’ go forward ye who knowest. I think I’m a tangled mess.
Since it’s Furahi day and I hear people are planning on drinking until they find the Z in Susan. No need for me though, Susan and I came from the same womb and we’ve been trying to look for this Z since childhood and we’ve never found it, so good luck with that. Mkiipata mniarifu. I’ll be sipping my gatubia, after I’m through with stepping on Wambūi mwīkuithia.

Published by Nyar Kaheti

Born and raised on the picturesque slopes of Mt Kenya, Nyar Kaheti is your girl next door vibe kind of girl. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, and listening to country music among other things.

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