Pissed Off

I had to leave her.

I know it was not meant to go this way but this woman that I was going to marry had made me consider bachelorhood for the first time in a long time. Everything had been going well. Bliss and peace. A lot of the steamy romance, with some finances of course because love never put food on the table.

Her name is Rita.

This woman has got some great legs on her. I love them. I used to wake up in the middle of the night to check on them. Maybe they needed water, maybe they need a massage, maybe they needed a midnight snack, you never know with these legs so I always had to confirm.

Rita had been a good friend. Always charming and her smile just melted my heart every time she flashed it, which was a lot of times. Being a fellow artist with her own art studio made us fast friends and we got along even better. Let’s just say our relationship kicked off when she let me paint her body in my favorite color. Yes, you read right. The woman allowed me to paint her whole body in green and in the most artistic way I could. I took some pictures which turned out great, she looked like she was wearing a forest and yellow flowers. Cleaning her up was the best part. We ended up in my place. I woke her up, breakfast in bed. I was in love. Pathetic. Common sense had left my body. The roller-coaster had begun.

Rita is a great artist. I hate to admit it but sometimes I think she is better than me. I had no problem with that. But what I had a problem with was that this goddess, this short cute little thing with a coffee complexion, charcoal-black dreadlocks, hazel-brown eyes, was drinking more than I did. In the beginning I hardly noticed because I was crazy in love, stupid in love, it was so wrong yet so right. It was everything I wanted it to be or so I thought. I just wanted Rita by my side because I desperately wanted our relationship to grow old. I wanted our relationship to speak for us, to lift us up when we were down and pat us on the back when we did it proud. I wanted our relationship to look at us and say, “We did it guys!”

Yes, I’m that kinda guy. I hold my lady’s hand in public, I open doors for her, I pull out chairs and I pull out in the bedroom because well, let’s live while we’re young.

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And now I understand why some women say, “I am going to cut a bitch. ”

Alvin, the love of my life, father to my children, ying to my yang, breath to my air, cheddar to my cheese, was screwing another woman. Well, they must have fit perfectly together considering the number of times he got stuck in ‘traffic’.

I can think of all the excuses he could have come up with. Maybe it’s the look I give him every morning when he’s in the mood and I tell him, “We’re no longer 20 years old.”

I know my cooking skills are not the best. My two-year old daughter could use my stews as a kiddy pool. But Alvin has small hands,  so I guess we’re even.

“Where did you meet her? ”

He looked pained by my question. Like it actually bruised him trying to think of a good lie.

“In the club, ” he said.

Typical Alvin. So predictable. If I was him I would have gone for an exotic dancer. Those women are wild. Crazy even. I’m one of the careful ones so I would have understood if he had given her one look and said,  “Screw it,  you only live once. ”

But not Alvin. No. He’s boring. He must have seen her emerge from the crowd on the dance floor and sent a waiter with a drink. A cocktail. With umbrellas and shit. Strong enough to get you tipsy but not enough to take you home. The usual tired line of his guitar-playing days in campus must have come up. Alvin is horrible at flirting. I’d probably do it for him and get the girl all to myself. We’d live a happy life, her and I.

She must have fallen for his fashion sense. The damn clothes I arrange for him every morning while he’s in the shower.

“If I meet her, I’ll cut her. Deep enough to leave a mark and for you to know what I’m capable of, ” I said to Alvin as we headed to church on a gloom Sunday morning.



Why We Hold Back

We hold back,

Because it is all we know, this is all new to us

Your stare makes my heart race faster than usual

Please stop

I can feel my cheeks go all tomato

Please stop

I can no longer pretend to look at that wall any longer

Please stop


We hold back,

Because it is safer

It is safer to know that I don’t have anyone to call

Or to call back

Someone to tell how my day was or how wonderful I felt from their morning texts


We hold back,

Because we are insecure

That you see other beautiful people everyday

They are prettier in their designer dresses and Italian suits

They catch your eyes and you forget about us

Our food-baby bellies and retro fashion

It is all in my head you whisper

But that’s why it’s scarier

Because I think I am not enough for you

But for myself alone


We hold back,

Because we are afraid

What if we fall deep in love?

And buy matching sneakers

What if I can’t live without you?

What if you get tired?

And you leave me with all your hoodies

Won’t you be cold?

What will I do then?

When I’m craving some hot chocolate

But I left all my mugs in your place

What will I do then?

When your smell still lingers on my skin

And your laughter keeps playing in my head

What will I do then?


We hold back,

Because we are comfortable

To this routine which is a bit selfish

But easier than the love you offer

It means I need to give you time

It means I need to give you what’s mine

To tell you what’s going on in my head

To share my duvet in my 4 by 6 bed

Maybe it’s not that bad, my heart whispers

It’s not bad it’s a tragedy, my brain reminds me


We hold back

Because we think that we are enough

That we need only ourselves

But why does your smile give me butterflies?

Why do your eyes have to be so beautiful?

Why do I hold onto you a little longer with each embrace?

This needs to stop, my brain whispers

This feels good for a change, my heart whispers


We hold back,

Because it is all we know, this is all new to us

Why are they being so nice?

He must want something, my brain whispers

What if that something is you? My heart whispers








Yellow Caramel

I had just left Megan’s house. And this Megan does not even come close to the Duchess of Sussex, royalty and  composure. Not that I am into 35-year old divorcees, far too exposed  hehe plus I still got youth on my skin, bones and walk (my father gave me some good genes) sorry for being so forward but that is just who I am. Okay sorry not sorry. If you get offended I will tell you as our notorious Akothee does, call polis!

So back to my Megan. She had asked me to leave her two-bedroom flat in Kabete because of my philandering ways. First of all, I am not anything like that. She had said that I had never taken her out on a date until I reminded her of our crazy night in Brew (the one in Westlands) then she blatantly reminded me that I had only gone there because it was her friend’s party and there was free booze. Oh! So that’s how I ended up in Kabete the next morning without planning to. Megan had taken me home. Literally. Long story short is I like my whisky dark, I like my whisky dry, I like my whisky Jack and I never say no to Jack. So Megan and a friend of hers had to carry my staggering behind to the cab. No, I did not black out in the cab, I went ahead and brazenly flirted with Megan’s friend (I swear it was Jack) so that’s why I woke up on the couch. She did not even cover me with a blanket. You would have thought I had cheated on her. The nerve of that woman.

Anyway, I had never taken Megan out. She said she was not looking for anything serious so all we did was fairly scandalous and it all took place in her flat. She liked cooking and she always had the energy to whip something up and bring it to bed. She hardly ate when I was around, she would just smoke her spliff and I would force-feed her like a child. After that she would sleep and I would kiss her forehead and go home. That was our routine, no feelings, no ‘how was your day?’, just Megan, me, no drama and her spliff of course.

Megan is a fairly tall glass of chocolate. The brown chocolate kind. Her skin is like caramel. Smooth, silky and dreamy. I swear I have seen her skin sparkle whenever the rays of the sun hit her in the morning through the bedroom windows. It takes my breath away. She smells like caramel too, probably her shower gel. Her smile is something else, it’s inspirational, it is kind and beautiful. I think I keep going to Kabete because of that smile. Her smile could stop a war. Not Megan no, Megan is war itself but her smile could fix a broken cabinet. Her smile could stop corruption. She is on the thick side of life. Her derriere take corners of their own. You know how you could say, Megan took a corner well you would have to add that her derriere followed closely behind. Yes, Megan and her derriere. Separate entities. If a derriere takes corners then you have to respect it and give it a personality. Yes, I am weird like that.

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Dear Mama

Mama I have watched you,

I have been watching you mama,

How do you do it?

How do you open your mouth and flood our hearts with kind words?

Despite our curt responses

How do you think the best about people?

Despite their incessant attempts to prove you wrong

I am in awe of the woman you were, the woman you are

And the woman you continue to become

Your heart takes too much, gives too much but never gets enough

I am sorry if I ever caused any ache in your heart, your beautiful heart mama

You are beautiful, you are wonderful, you are a woman, my mama

My woman

My everything

Goodness mama you are special

Because I know you mama, I believe God must be a woman

And with age I see the reasons why


Mama I am here to tell you that I have seen cruelty

Not from my fellow women mama, I will spare you that drama

From the man mama, the many I told you about

I lied mama, they did not treat me like a princess

They did not treat me the way papa treats you

They do not know I am the daughter of a Queen mama

They do not know that I was raised by a strong woman born of strong women

Mama they do not care, they did not care then, they do not care now


Mama as I scroll through the old pictures of the men who took a piece of me

I am shook

Do not correct my grammar mama, that is how we talk these days

I look at the pictures and I can see the flow chart of my mental illness

Do not laugh, this is a serious illness mama

You have not been honest with me, you never mentioned that I was sick

But papa has been a good example to me

I pray that I am healed


Mama do you remember the one with the good shoes?

Yes mama, the one who bought you the lovely tea-set

Mama that man’s behavior is similar to that of a cockroach

I am now convinced that they are related, he was rude mama

Not the rude you have seen but the nasty kind, the cockroach kind

He broke me down mama and told me I was not good enough, he disrespected me

In front of my friends mama

I was broken, I leaked that day mama, I lost a bit of me

That day mama you bought me a white dress and told me not to get any dirt on it

I had had enough of the man who bought you the good tea-set

I texted him mama

I told him I was not those dirty corners nasty cockroaches go to hide in

I am a snow white wall mama

He needed to find another dirty corner

Yes mama, I did that, I put him in his place


Mama do you remember the one who brought light in our home

Yes mama, the one who looked dashing in pink

Yes, yes mama the light skin man that had a kitenge shirt that matched my dress

He must belong to the devil’s squad

Why you ask

Mama he did not bring light but only darkness, he lied mama, he lied too much

I started thinking I was mad, obviously mad in love mama because I ate every lie

I became full when he attended a wedding wearing the kitenge shirt

No mama, I had no problem with the shirt

But that cow had another lady wearing the matching dress

My matching kitenge dress mama, he gave it to another woman

Yes mama, that is where it disappeared to

I saw a picture while snooping, don’t judge me mama, I was mad

I left him mama, but before leaving…

I soaked all his colorful shirts in bleach

Yes mama, even the kitenge shirt, he would need to do some shopping

And I left the water running in his house, he needed to clean up after himself

For the horrible mess he had left in my heart


Mama do you remember the tall one,

Yes mama, the shy one who ate more than he spoke

Mama that man should only deal with food

He did to me what you do to the chicken bones after you’re done eating

He tossed all my feelings and emotions in the trash

He told me he was the best thing to happen to me, I was unhappy mama

My heart grew tired because of him, I moved on without telling him mama

Too harsh? No mama

I ran into him in town the other day

I told him I had already found the best thing to ever happen to me



So you see mama I have had my share of cruelty

Your little princess is not always okay mama

Do not get me wrong mama, I have also met some good men


I am not saying that all men are trash

But some men know how to give garbage its true meaning

That said, I am proud that you are my mama

My phenomenal mama who has taught me to always see the good in people

Because of you I am not afraid to love

Thank you mama


Yes mama, I am fine

Yes, I am sure

No, I would not mind a kitenge dress that matches with yours and papa’s

Of course mama, I have to carry myself with poise

Calm and composed, that’s me

After all, I am the daughter of a Queen!








(Tim’s short encounter with love)

It was a cold night in July and I had been forced by my BFF to attend his cousin’s birthday party in a nice suburb, I won’t tell you where. This is the kind of suburb where you arrive having been driven or better yet having driven yourself. That’s all I’m giving you. Did I say BFF??  This is what happens to an ordinary guy from the hood once he starts visiting the suburbs. Well, Rick is a great pal, my ‘best bud’, if a guy is allowed to say that. It’s been 10 years and what I will say next might sound a bit gay but I wouldn’t mind growing old with this guy. Well not just me and him… but he is the kind of friend I would leave my children with and go for a romantic holiday with the wife and not worry. For now that might not be entirely true because Rick is yet to settle down with one woman and I don’t know if she would like me so much considering the fact that the bromance between Rick and I is quite solid.

Back to the birthday party. It was filled with men and women in their late twenties and early thirties struggling to socialize in hope to score a ‘Mr Right’ or a ‘Wild Card’ to count the night as a success. What a story that would be, ” I saw him from across the room holding a whiskey tumbler, chatting up his friends. He was the life of the party and his white shiny fedora hat made him even more attractive. When our eyes met I knew he was ‘the one’.” Classic tale right? So there I was trying to socialize too, honestly looking for the ‘wild card’ type who would not mind ditching the party for some real fun in Westie. I hate to disappoint you, but I did find her. Though she was not so wild and she ended up making me stay. Let’s call her Lisa.

Lisa was sitting on the sofa chatting with her friends holding red tumblers in their hands when I went to sit across them disappointed by the shortage of wild cards in the party. They were talking about make-up and how men should stop dictating what they should apply on their faces and what they should wear blah blah blah. I was already bored so in order to rattle some feathers I asked them if they were married, hehe. They all threw me nasty looks but Lisa just stuck her tongue out at me and I immediately wanted to know her name. I was curious to know who this woman was who was not at all affected by what I said but just like a little girl does to the boys in Kindergarten whom she does not ‘like’, simply responded in a childish way. She liked me and after studying her brown eyes, flawless dark-chocolate skin and her yellow figure-hugging dress I knew right there that I liked her too.

I brought her a drink as instructed, ” Warm water with ice cubes and a lemon slice in a red tumbler.” Lisa wanted people to think that she was drinking Vodka but was actually drinking lemon-laced water. I thanked the heavens for this woman who had offered a conversation starter. I stole her away from her ‘single and bitter’ friends and we stepped out to the balcony to get to know each other. She told me that she was taking water because she does not take alcohol but people in parties never understand that so it was better to fool them using the red cup. Clever one. I promised myself if she was going to go all feminist on me, I would respectfully excuse myself and leave Rick at the party. Don’t get me wrong, I support women fighting for their rights and all but this was a party and I was not in the mood for hearing what Oprah had said during the Golden Globes. I had watched it live and I am not bragging but I went on to print a black shirt written ‘Time’s Up’ in bold. Ladies if you have any women’s rights demos coming up, hallar at your boy!

Where were we? Oh yea…Lisa. She turned out to be this fun loving woman in her mid-twenties. She made me laugh the whole night and I must say that for an attractive woman to make you laugh and not talk about shisha for a whole night is incredibly breath-taking. We were really getting along, she told me she was an accountant in a government agency and she lived with her cousin who was also her BFF ( that dreaded word again). Lisa was a breath of fresh air and just when I wanted to tell her that I think the beach is most peaceful place in the world, Rick came to announce our departure. He told me off for not even going to sing ‘happy birthday’ to his cousin but I let him know Lisa had my ribs aching for a while and he let me off the hook. Of course I took her number before I left. Thinking about that right now, I wish I hadn’t, I should have just thanked her for a wonderful night and left but who laughs at an attractive woman’s jokes the whole night and leaves without her number? Not me.

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Look What You Made Me Do

I see what you did there

Saying things you didn’t mean

Doing things you said you’d never do

I see you

From way over here

I hear your actions

They’re loud and clear


I see what you did there

Making me look like the bad guy

I keep apologizing

I am sorry that you’re not sorry

It is always my fault right?

I guess I have so much learning to do

Hello teacher,

Where do we start?


I see what you did there

Leaving me to make all the moves

What would I ever do without you?

Crawl up and die?

Not this time round sweetheart!


I see what you did there

Rushing over to social media

Did that really work dear?

Giving her the attention you used to sell to me

Keep your love

Crazy Hannah is doing better all by herself


I see what you did there

Trying to reach out to me again?

What happened before

I will not let happen again

When I needed to be heard

You did not even care to listen

I no longer desire to be heard by you

It is too late now!




Let me get sensitive today. Shall we?

Do you sometimes feel like switching the off button on life? It is a thought that comes when you seem to be stuck in a rut, unending right? You want to be left alone, you want to stay in bed all day, you do not want to move. You just want to lay in your bed and let your sadness consume you, you want to understand it. That feeling overwhelms you and you are probably dehydrated from all the crying. The taste of that feeling is on the floor of your tongue. So damn bitter, you keep throwing up. You hate it.

Sometimes you want to succumb to the pressure and sit on your own and look into nothingness, that moment when someone looks at you and thinks that you are staring at the wall really hard but you are actually not even seeing the wall. You are in some sort of daze, it is like you are falling and nothing can bring you back, well at least for that moment. For that moment you cannot see past the darkness that is hovering over your life. You are convinced that a rainy cloud is above your head following you everywhere you go. You are convinced that that cloud is causing all the storms in your life. You want to slow things down. You want it to stop. It needs to stop because the burden is so heavy, because it hurts too much.

It hurts like a wound that keeps bleeding. A wound that bleeds so badly that no bandage can stop the blood from seeping through and staining the snow white cloth. That is how your life is lately. The feeling has seeped through your life, your friends, your school life, your job and your family. It hurts because people have started to notice, it hurts because some people ignore it. The more you have tried to understand it, the  more you become overwhelmed by it.

It hurts because uncle Sammy touched you ‘badly’ on your 10th birthday and told you, ‘This is our little secret’. It hurts because he still comes over to your house and acts like he did not rob you off your innocence. It hurts even more because mum and dad never asked you why you stopped visiting your favorite uncle. It hurts because it has been too many years of silence. The burden is getting heavy and it hurts because there is a little voice inside your head telling you to make it stop.

It hurts because you have never seen your father from the day you were born. It hurts because statistics say that a boy should have a male figure in their lives. It hurts because mum ignored the statistics. It hurts because your mum drinks all day long and calls you her little mistake. She gets drunk and reminds you that the condom broke. When she tells you that, there is that little voice again telling you to numb it all.

It hurts because you grew up thinking it is okay to hit girls. Why? Daddy does it and daddy is never wrong. You found out it was wrong when you had to say goodbye to mummy when she took her last breath from that stupid fight on ‘who threw my cigarettes away?’ The love of your life broke up with you. She thinks you will end up like daddy. It hurts because you believe her.

It hurts because they bullied you in high school. It hurts because your parents told you that that is a part of life. You reported the acts and got named the school snitch. The bullying did not stop until the bullies left. You just joined campus and the bullies are the leaders in the student board. It hurts because you are still are afraid of them.

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Why Lord why? Why do we have to grow up and realize that our closets are filled with nothing but summer wear when the cold season sets in? No worries though, I am convinced that this is a sign from God. I have so many options for sunny weather because God is preparing me for the awesome weather that I will enjoy at the Maldives. The sandy beaches, dolphin watching and scuba diving, oh God I cannot wait!

You realize you are growing up when the cold season sets in and you cannot run to your mum or dad to buy you some warm clothes. Lucky are the ladies who can run to their dzadzys and get the latest fur coats from Bloomingdale’s, what is life?

July is here and so are the new relationships. I do wish all of you well. I hope you are not in it because of the cold or loneliness. We still want to see those posts that make us cringe after the cold season. Do not dump him/her for the next MCA, I know you thought about it once.

I have so much on my mind today and you are the best people to share my current thoughts with. I say current thoughts because I change my mind very easily. If I were campaigning for an electoral position I would probably change my mind half-way through the campaigns and say I am bored. (Hapo ndio utajua Ndeti sio Wavinya). So for today allow me to be your muse for the next few minutes 😉 .

You need to know that just because you like how a person looks does not mean that you will end up loving who that person is.  Yes, I urge you to re-read that until it sinks in. Use that as a caption on your IG handles and do not forget to tag yours truly. Looks are deceiving and the worst thing is giving so much time to a person who you now realize did not deserve to see the light of day with you. You feel fooled and a little part of you feels broken but you took home a lesson. Some people are like mwakenyas, your guide through life so as to avoid making the wrong decision twice. Go ahead, note that down.

Just because there is a shortage of Unga in the country does not give you any reason to eat omena with chapati. Why? You cannot betray the unga lovers of this country by committing such a sin. It is sin to join two or more things together that should not be joined. Resist yourselves from committing such crimes, like allowing Baba Yao to give a public address in English and let me mention that Wavinya Ndeti and the Kiswahili methali is more of a no-go zone, as Kenyans would like to put it.

This goes out to everyone who gives you those nasty looks as you are walking down the street. Why are you giving someone you do not know a nasty look as if they are walking naked in the streets of Nairobi or as if they just lit a marijuana joint next to you? Just because someone is prettier, more handsome, looking sharp in their outfit or just looking happy minding their own business does not give you the right to give them such a nasty look. The happiness of others does not deprive you any happiness of your own. Jot that down. As Wavinya would put it, ‘pilipili usioila unaiwashia moto’.

Just because you are on a diet does not mean that you have to shove your work out routine and diet schedule down our throats. I am not against dieting and working out but let me be clear on one tiny thing, it is YOUR diet and work out routine, not OURS.  It is revolting for someone to keep count of what his/her friend eats and it is even worse when they keep throwing those little annoying comments on weight. I understand that everyone is entitled to their own opinion but a wise person knows when to keep it to themselves. With that said, it is okay to do things your way but it is never okay when you think your way is the only way.

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What a wonderful time to be alive. When your timeline is filled with  SGR selfies, political babies are crying for nominations and our grandfathers want to sell everything they own to endorse the president’s campaign so he can win. Did you read the last part twice? A 76- year old man wants to sell all he has to endorse the President of the Republic of Kenya, but why? Well thank God the president talked him out of that idea.

Political shenanigans aside the year is still more messed up than 2016. Admit it. I have. Okay that is my take on the 2K17 ( that is what the millennials are calling it). 2017 is proving to be those years that make you admit not only to yourself but to social media (because how else would we know) that ‘the struggle is real’. This phrase has a way of making the blows that life throws at us look somewhat flawless,you know like your filtered Instagram pictures.

It has been a while since I wrote and someone mentioned it and honestly the motivation has been off. Life gets to you so much that you forget what makes you smile a little and laugh out loud but i heard something inspiring today. Just a piece of advice: life can get stressful sometimes but you should not let it get to you so much, that is the art of living.

All that said allow me to share a bit with you. No, I am not about to give you a taking stock post. All I can take stock from the beginning of the year is that God is good all the time and all the time God is good (this is not just another phrase but it is a testimony, my testimony).

Allow me to say that death is not just something that you can ignore forever, it is not taboo to talk about or think about. Death is here (always has been, always will be) lurking in the shadows ready to pounce on you when you least expect it. And yes it hurts, hurts more than being pinched by a chair, you know why…. because the wounds it leaves you with never heal. Death hurts so much because your loved ones leave and you get left behind. Time makes you stronger. I had an experience of my own early this year. I miss you Grace Nduta Mwaura.

Allow me to tell you that family should always come first. Pray for your loved ones everyday. You never know what the next minute holds. Wish them a lovely day and always check up on them. It is so sweet when you make someone feel that you love them. Send them funny posts and messages like when Kabogo thought he would win the Kiambu county nomination despite his atrocious statements, LOL.

Allow me to tell you that making friends is not as easy as it was before. These days (siku hizi) if you do not share the same taste in food, music, movies, ministry (if you do not get it stop trying), men, women, did I say food, fashion, pets and food (this is very important) then you will not be very good friends. Your vibes must flow. You show love to your friends by the frequent hang outs, calls, screenshots (very important lately) and memes. Never forget to tag your friends on the latest memes. Never!

Allow me to tell you that I am a die-hard cat lover but I have a confession. I am completely embarrassed for what i have been doing. Lately I have been seeing dogs and staring unashamedly. Even turning to take a second look. I honestly do not know what is happening to me, I even considered getting a dog and a cat, of course that will happen after I move out of my parent’s house. I have failed the cat community but oh well think of it as a win-win. When cats gets fussy which is everyday the dog will always be there to lick my hurt feelings away.With that confession all is well in my world once more.

Allow me to tell you that the transition from university to working-class is completely eye-opening. When I say eye-opening I mean it is scary as hell, you wake  up in the middle of the night with soaked bed sheets from all the sweating you had from over-thinking. (I know y’all first thought the soaked bed sheets were from wetting the bed. Mimi nikakojolea kitanda mimi juu ya stress za adulting?Mimi?). This is the time you realize you cannot miss work like you missed all those boring afternoon lectures to watch a Netflix series. Take me back!

Allow me to tell you that Social Media makes me happy. You get a chance to see how the parents of our Kenyan Socialites look. I kid you not I have heard someone say, ‘Kumbe hivi ndio mama yake anakaa na vile huyu msichana ni mang’aa?’ From the break-ups to the hook-ups, I get to see it all with the click of one button and I love it. So yes, when you post pictures of your bae and later delete all of them from your timeline, we want to know why. We were also invested in the relationship as far as bundles are concerned. Oh and those long Instagram posts on how you love your mum or dad, please they are not on social media, go home and tell them you love them! They are still getting the hang of Whatsapp leave alone Facebook.

Allow me to tell you that I do not understand the people who ask for your number and never text or call you. So why were you asking for it? Do you get an app addition for every phone number you get? Is that it? There is also this trend where guys are always in your DM with a ‘hey’ only and that’s it, the thunder that will strike you is having its Veetox tea. Please stop! Women are looking for men of action not ‘hey’ buddies.

Finally, allow me to tell you that life is what you make it. When you do more than go through your day, you notice the difference. You live. I am re-reading that so that I can follow my own advice. Sometimes you get caught up in life and forget to live. Do that thing that you have always wanted to do, text that crush, go on that,diet, wear that bikini, apply for that job, date that girl, vote this year! Make a difference in your life and the lives of the people around you.