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Taking Stock .1


It has been ages since I was here.. I know 😥

I’m just glad this space has been waiting patiently…

Thank YOU too for being here. I appreciate you!

So, I want to take stock, which is an idea I picked from TheVeon(Hey Veon! ShoutOut. Fan here 😌 ) it is my first time doing this I’m not so sure how to title this post numerically but oh well, we’ll focus more on keeping it real, aye? I found this idea really important for keeping track, every month, and also noticing the little things that matter. Let’s go;

Making more deliberate choices, only first two months of this year have gone and I’ve had to make THREE major very tough choices! One was walking away from a relationship/situationship that was tearing me apart bit by bit, day by day, until all that was going to be left of me was an angry black woman who’s out to destroy y’all. Ha-ha. Okay, I exaggerate a lil’ bit. But I’m glad for the courage  to say NO and walk away, it was not an easy choice because it was with someone I  think I felt something genuine for, deeply cared about, and would have loved being with, but not all things that look like they can work out really work out, aye? I had said this is my year of saying YES but started with shouting NOs. But you know what? In saying NO to one thing, you are actually saying YES to another. Like, saying NO to disrespect, you say YES to self respect.

Cooking so much flavored tea. Let’s say boiling so much water to make so much Kericho Gold Strawberry Flavored tea! I intend to try out new foods this year, a couple of eat-outs and some try cook my own damn self, so I’m also currently looking up recipes for easy to create meals, then will later graduate to more complex dishes with names I can’t pronounce. My cooking has been for survival for the longest time (apart from my bomb chapoz), but I’m trying to stretch myself a little bit (Oh I went and climbed a mountain to the top! See, I’m really all about stretching myself this year).

Drinking beer. To be honest, I’m in between stopping imbibing on beer to loving my strawberry tea. I don’t so much enjoy beer, I was just at a point where the 10% alcohol content on the label got my attention, and kept it. I’m moving past that.

Eating a lot into my own time planning things over and over again. Why am I trying to perfect a skill in my head? I’m talking about my YouTube. So I’m just gonna get back to it and do it. It will perfect itself along the way.

Reading The Keys by Dj Khaled. I haven’t started yet. I saw a friend share snippets of quotes from the book and got interested. He(my friend, not Khaled, but hey Khaled, would you like to  be friend too? 😌) asked I give him a good reason why he should give me the book and I thought, well, I feel stuck right now, I want a way out(not out of this life. Just this little mess). So I would really do with a book titled THE KEYS. I need these doors opened mahn. Ha. My solution could be lying inside the pages of Dj Khaled’s book. I will tell you guys all about it after I finish reading.

Wearing red undergarments(see me trying to be polite. It is red bras and panties! HA). I have been for the longest time. My favorite color is red, but then also because red undergarments are super functional. Like, they can be for anything, any occasion. Bored, just wear red, Auntie Flo came to visit, red is perfect, matches the blood. Thinking of getting stroked down low today, shave, and wear red. Perfect. See how super functional this color is? I recently got a pair of red shoes to match my red undergarmentrs on the outside, and I was all mushy about them when a male friend commented, ‘red is a flattering color’. I was like YAAAS! That’s what I’m saying (I had to mention he is male because it is generally assumed men are color blind and don’t care about colors. His favorite color could be magenta, or fuschia. I don’t know what those are).

Wanting to travel so much! And I’m glad from December last year God has granted me the opportunity to travel around Kenya a little bit. Just a little bit, but more than I have in a span of 3 months ever! We toured Homa-Bay County with family and our journey got featured in Silverstone Air’s in-flight magazine(WOOOOP!), then we went down(or up? Ha) to Soysambu Conservancy, and most recently to climb up Mount Suswa. I’m grateful. I don’t take it for granted ❤️️

Playing Simi’s music! Thank you Jesus for Simi. Bless her soul. Bless her voice. May she live long. My favorite tracks have to be Smile For Me, Gone For Good, Complete Me and Love Don’t Care.

Listening to Simi. Please do as well. Thanks.

Loving my curtains! This is so petty haha. But everytime someone comes over to my place, the first thing they say is how much they love my curtains, and where they can get some like these. I never really thought they were super good at first, I was just like, these will match the seats perfectly so… Apparently they are bomb? Fantastic! What annoys me a little about them now is I moved houses and the walls here are pink and the curtains contrasts SHARPLY against that pink so they kinda look a bit weird but I’ll  survive. I’m also not about repainting walls and wallpapering yet cz I haven’t lived in one place more than 3 months, yet. Modern day nomad. If I last here (I’m praying I do), Ill see if can redo a few things(will share why I’m always moving soon 🙂.

Dreaming of blogging consistently this year. And also doing YouTube consistently. And seeing good results!

Enjoying my friends’ and family company more. I used to be quite the loner, like, I’m fine on my own, I want to be alone type of person, but lately I’m really enjoying spending time with a few close people. Talking about things with them, sharing, eating together, laughing together, travelling together, sleeping next to each other. I find that I’m appreciating the people in my life more this year. I am not an island, I don’t want to live like one.

Needing money. Even a little of it. If you owe can you please pay back? 😜 Thanks.

Smelling rain. It’s been pouring a lot lately, and I leave my windows open so the breeze can flow in. Sometimes I smell the sand, sometimes it’s just dust, but it’s all rain at the end of the day.

Following BLAZE BYOB Tv Show. Isn’t this the best thing to happen on Kenyan TV this year yet? So informative, educative, eye-opening, challenging(like I feel those challenges in my blood and I’m not even a contestant), and the best bit is that it is for us the millennials, by us the millennials. I love it! I can totally relate with those young people going through the tests and trials to prove they are the ultimate boss!

Appreciating family and friends. Especially family. When all is said and done, they’ll be the ones left for you. Most of the time.

Understanding God’s plan for my life. I don’t know what it is exactly but I feel God is trying to speak to me. I am  paying attention.

Feeling grateful! I don’t take anything for granted.

So, this is it.

I feel so much better having put everything into perspective. I could do with this activity ever month really. We’ll see how that turns out.


See you in my next post, sawa? 😉




All I Wanted Was The Free Soda, Until My Test Came Back Positive- Phenny


It is a cold afternoon in 2009, girls at Asumbi High are streaming slowly towards the school clinic which has now been temporarily set up as a testing center. The counselor is ready, kits neatly arranged, everything set.

Like many other girls going for the test, Phenny hasn’t thought much about the procedure, because she is not expecting any surprises. When it is her turn, the counselor asks her casually, ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’


Her blood sample is taken, and she sits to wait for the results. Phenny is calm, with really no reason to worry about anything.

A few minutes in, her results are ready, and the test reads positive.

I did not understand how, and did not know how to react. I was just sitting there, my head suddenly blank.

‘But you said you don’t have a boyfriend?’ the counselor said.

‘No, I don’t.’

‘Nothing else was said to me after that. That was it, no counseling, no words to tell me it’s okay and here’s what you can do. Nothing. I was 16! I left for class; My mind in a haze. How was I HIV positive? When did this happen? I did not understand.

I didn’t know what to do. I needed to talk to someone. My world had suddenly become so small and dark, I was going to go crazy if I did not talk to someone. So I confided in my best friend at that time, who was very understanding and supportive at first.

A few days after disclosing my status to her, everyone in the school was whispering about me. Even teachers would pass by our class to see who this girl with HIV is.

I had suddenly shifted from being Phenny, to Phenny the Girl With HIV.

I was traumatized.’

Phenny decided to call her family about it. She talked to her big sister Viola, who also doubled up as her guardian ever since their parents died.

‘Viola came to the school and we sat down to talk. Her response and generally my family’s response was very different from my friends’ and schoolmates’. She was very calm about it. Viola told me our parents had died of the virus, and that I had very possibly been born with it.

I am the last child in a family of six, and at that time was also a virgin.’

Over the August holidays, Phenny started taking her ARVs, and though that was not the very beginning of her journey with HIV, it was different, in that now she knew her status.

‘It took me a while to adjust to this new lifestyle. My body at first refused the medication, and I would experience nausea, drowsiness and loss of appetite. Over time, my body and mind became one with this new lifestyle I had to live.

Five years after her diagnosis, Phenny met someone and got married.

‘He was HIV negative.’

Phenny explains, ‘I met a number of suitors who were interested in a relationship, but the moment I disclosed my status, they never stayed. I made it a vow to always disclose my status to someone keen on us dating, so that they make a conscious and informed decision to stay, or not.

My now ex-husband came, and stayed, even though he was HIV negative. Our relationship was made possible by the fact that I had a low viral load, which basically means the amount* of HIV detectable in my blood cells. When the viral load is low chances of infecting another person with the virus is very low, almost impossible. I would do these tests three times a year just to be sure. At first we would have protected sex, and then he felt ready for us to start having unprotected sex.’

Phenny got pregnant with their first child, Emmanuellah Faraja, and soon after, Ahadi Mor followed.

‘Things started getting rocky in our marriage when I was pregnant with our second child. My husband was cheating on me, and he later confirmed it. This was a deal breaker, as it was a door to HIV re-infection and other opportunistic infections. We split ways and I dedicated myself to taking care of our two little girls.’

Phenny currently works as an online writer, and also runs Taji Foundation, an organization geared towards raising awareness on HIV/AIDS, and working with people living with the virus, discordant couples, on how to better manage their health, and society stigma.

‘I started Taji Foundation in 2016, but launched operations in 2017 after I came out publicly about my HIV status. We have partnered with a number of organizations including NEPHAK, to ensure a wider reach.’

What can we do to support your cause, I ask.

‘It is important that people are re-educated about HIV again, in 2018. A lot has been unsaid, and unlearnt, like safe sex practices. We need to go back and start re-educating ourselves. Also just as important is stopping stigma, which plays a big role in the spread of this virus. People don’t get tested because they are afraid of what will be said, and even those who know their status and are positive are afraid to get ARVs. What will people say? We need to put an end to stigma.’

This year, Phenny Awiti clocks 10 years since she tested positive.


I’m Not About That Life!


I’ll start by judging you, if you’ve ever said ‘what does it matter the choice I make? Si shit will just happen if shit’s meant to happen?’ Because that’s not the point of making choices in life. No, wait, that’s the point.

I’m already blabbering.

Here’s what this piece is about; a few days ago, I got involved in a heated debate (I hate debates, arguments, verbal contests; generally, I’d rather keep my points to myself and write them down here). Someone said she cannot date financially unstable men, coz she wanna secure her future, that she wants comfort, and stability. That she is tired of being the woman who prunes and moulds men into, you know, gentlemen/better men, only for them to end up with another woman altogether. That she now wants to be the woman who gets the already pruned, polished man, ready for consumption! I was like, YAAAAAAAS GIRL! Then the debate started.

Person 1: No! Dating a well off man does not guarantee you a happy marriage! Well off men also have issues! You should not base your choice of man on what he brings to the table in terms of wealth/money/goodies! You might think things are great where the grass looks greener but you DON’T KNOW!

Person 2: WTH! Both sides of the divide have BS! I’d rather take BS from a well off man! Yes there’s no guarantee, and I’d rather take my chances of the fat side of the divide. Too long us women have taken it upon ourselves to bring up men in the name of ‘through thick and thin’, do you think there’s a man who ever marries a woman because he sees potential in her? DO YOU THINK THAT HAPPENS? NO! They select the best product of their heart’s desire. But us women, ati oh, lemme grow him, we grow together. Those men I’ve pruned, where are they? Am I married to them? Are they not now married to other women who didn’t have to grow them up? Am I less of a woman than those women who get the finished products? MSCHEEW. I will place my bets on the fat side of the divide!

ME: First of all, guys… wait… Shhh, si you keep quiet I say my point. Ah.

I might not have said my point. Or might have but not very well because it was FIREEE in that room.

So here goes, (disclaimer, totally unrelated directly to rich and poor men); we all get opportunities to make CHOICES in our lives, but we don’t really get to choose the aftermaths of those choices. AND THAT’S OKAY.

When you make a choice to go to school, you don’t know if your education is going to help you in your future, or you are going to be begging people for handouts/opportunities the rest of your life. But you will still make the choice TO GO TO SCHOOL. The better option, nah?

When you go out for lunch, you will probably choose a clean, well maintained restaurant with good service. That does not mean the food will sit well in your stomach. Next thing you could be in a toilet, tears in your eyes, your behind so painful you wish you’d rather die. But you will still make the choice to eat there. It was the better option, yes?

When we make these choices, it is as a vote of confidence in good results we potentially foresee. We make the choice that IS BEST FOR US, AT THAT TIME.

That is why I don’t see a problem with person two saying she would rather place her bet on the fat side of the divide. Things might go well, or not. At that point, she feels the choice she is making will serve her more.

I disagree with person 1 simply for the fact that I think it’s BS to tell people not to make choices they feel are best for them simply because ‘you never know what will happen’. SO WHAT? Do YOU know what will happen, from where you stand, on the other side of the divide? NO!

None of us have that power in our hands.

Like telling me not to sleep early coz I might still wake up tired in the morning, not wanting to get out of bed for work. That could actually happen (happens all the time, hahaha) I’ll sleep a little early anyway(before 1AM), the better option for me.

Or telling me I shouldn’t bother cutting down on sugar coz I might not lose some kilos anyway. Kwenda! The better option for me, again (I haven’t lost, yet. Going strong, haha!).

We don’t know tomorrow. But we have full power, and full rights, for the choices we make today.

Whatever happens tomorrow, if you made the choice you felt was best for you today, you won’t weep.

Trust me.

With Top Emcee Warren Ligare!


(Disclaimer: Interviewee switches to Sheng’ in some parts of the interview)

  1. You are a jack of all trades, tell us about all these amazing things you are doing

I am a journalist by profession, also a producer, director and presenter for TV and radio, screenwriter, actor, online content producer (because the future is online), video editor, event emcee and a Manchester United fan.

  1. You are quite an original, having conceptualized a number of ideas and brought them to life. One of them is Warren TV. Tell us about it.

Warren TV ni space yangu ya kujiexpress. Niliianza coz for now content yangu maybe haitaget airplay kwa mainstream TV na I want to get my ideas out there. So I created the channel on YouTube then nikaanza kuproduce content. So far we have three programs up and running; TALENTED, YUT ZONE and THE 254 SHOW.  More content coming up.

“content yangu maybe haitaget airplay kwa mainstream TV na I want to get my ideas out there. So I created the channel on YouTube”

  1. You had a not-so-short stint at MMUST FM as a radio presenter, where again, you conceptualized an amazing radio show, The Hangout. How did this new venture come to you?

I joined MMUST FM in 2013, in my first year of college. I started off by hosting a reggae show with K-Wan, then over time I wanted to focus on more Kenyan music. I talked to my bosses at the studio over a possibility of switching to a more Kenyan show, and The Hangout was born.

  1. Na sasa uko KTN, opportunities just seem to follow you!🙂 What is the secret?

Acha niseme Grace ya God ni sufficient sana. God ndio secret ya success. Hapo KTN niko show fulani ya investigative journalism inaitwa Top Story sn2, as a contestant representing Masinde Muliro University. Top Story ni program ya Africa On Air na ni competition amongst 20 public universities from across Kenya. Check it out every Thursday at 7:30pm on KTN Home.

  1. Do you think youths in 2017 are now better placed to pursue and achieve their dreams?

I think we are better placed coz we have the freedom to experiment with anything. Bora tu you believe in your craft.

  1. What are some of the struggles you’ve had to deal with in your journey?

The struggle has been real I must confess, kwanza kuna challenge ya kuget wasee kubelieve kwa kitu unadu juu wasee wanadai sana story za majina biggy biggy kwa industry. Alafu pia kuna struggle ya finance, unaneed cheda wewe kama creative, like when am shooting episodes for Warren TV nahitaji cash to hire a quality camera to get the work done. Ni challenge kiasi keeping in mind am still unemployed.

“challenge ya kuget wasee kubelieve kwa kitu unadu juu wasee wanadai sana story za majina biggy biggy kwa industry”

  1. You were nominated for the KTCA Best Radio/TV Host 2017, how did you receive this news?

To be honest I never expected to be nominated juu in my mind I thought iyo award ni vako ya jeshi ya kisumu tu, so getting nominated I was excited coz it means somebody has recognized the hustle.

  1. How can we vote for you?

You log onto them you scroll down hadi category ya KTCA Best Radio/Tv host where you will get my name WARREN LIGARE. Vote and don’t forget to share.


  1. Who do you look up to in the industry?

I used to look upto Mzazi Willy M. Tuva coz manze this ninja managed to connect East Africa through radio and music. He is a true manifestation of how powerful the entertainment industry is. Currently, I look up to myself coz I can only become a better version of myself.

  1. Parting shot?

To my beautiful country Kenya, ‘tibim’, ‘tialala’ na ‘wembe ni ule ule’ ni slogans tu but Peace ni fom fiti kuruka.

CONFESSION! I Am a Fake A** Book Lover!


This is me coming out, joining the vast community of humans declaring to the public their hidden tabiaz. Which will call for judgment (hello you judgy person, I have some tea😏), and bashment (sounds like that song Nazizi and Wyre did with the BASHMENT CREW which was fire(actually this was the name of the song?).

So, I think I lie when I say I love books. And it breaks my heart because I ACTUALLY LOVE BOOKS but WHY CAN’T I JUST READ ONE AND FINISH??!

I have like -lemme do a quick check-100 BOOKS in soft copy on my laptop, and about same number on my Google Drive, shared by a BOOK CLUB I am part of but cannot contribute to discussions because I am not reading the books!😒

Last week a friend texted me, our conversation went something like this;

GEE: Why you not writing anything lately?

ME: I guess coz I’ve not read anything lately.

GEE: Why? You don’t have books?

ME: I think I am just going through a phase.

GEE: Which is?

ME: Early 20s Crisis.

GEE: 😂😂😂

ME: Yeah. Really putting me down.

GEE: Snap out of it. Not helping you, really. Just snap out of it.


It hurt so much, guys! You know I was kinda expecting him to babysit ma feelings and tell me I’ll be fine, but he just went HAM and said it like it is(which is why he’s my friend, really).

I am currently reading I Can’t Make This Up by Kevin Hart, a book I should have finished in a max 4 days considering it’s not that big, and this time frame is if I have other errands to run, so not giving it attention full time. But guess what, it’s a week, I haven’t read half the damn book!

And this book is good! It is hilarious, with priceless life lessons (especially for creatives), eye-opening, IT IS THE BOOK OF THE YEAR! So why can’t I just read it and finish?

Have you gone through a phase like this before? What did you do? How did you get your mojo back? What’s the secret? Am I just slacking or could it be that I am ACTUALLY going through an early life crisis(yes, this exists because I could be going through it).

Or do I just need to snap out of it?



Of Marriage, And Why She Thinks It’s Not For Me


Today, I remember that time a woman shouted at me, saying, “With that mouth, you will never get married!”
Let me tell you how we got there with her;
My ex-boyfriend had suggested we drive down to his shagz, he’d just gotten a new ride and was excited to show it off to the family, or something along those lines. So we drove down to Kamba-land. On our way back, the car couldn’t survive the rocky terrain, and broke down. It was around 11AM in the morning. We had to call for help, and a friend sent a lorry(LOL!) to come pull us to Wote town, where we were to find a mechanic.

We waited for a mechanic for hours. I was hungry, and nothing had been done on the car yet. It was a Sunday, and apparently most people in that town close business? We waited, and waited some more. Until a man with a classic 80s car of a model/make I can’t remember (yeah, now you know I didn’t really know cars then, but imagine I’ve improved!) offered to tow us(tow is the right word? Like a tow truck?) to the next town to see if we’d get a mechanic. By this time we’d spent almost all the money we had on us, paying the lorry, and now paying this guy, and still the costs for repairs were estimated to be slightly over 10k, cz a car doctor had diagnosed there’s something we needed to replace in the car. Money we didn’t have, really.

So the classic man takes us to the next town (I think it was Makueni town itself) and luckily we get mechanics who are still at work. They diagnose the same thing. Problem comes in when they say the part that needs to be replaced can only be found in Nairobi. The owner of the garage is in Nairobi but will be traveling to the town in a few hours, so if we can wait, they’ll be able to sort us out. It’s 6.30PM!

We looked for the nearest fast food joint and grabbed something. Then slept in the car doing the long wait. We were actually mentally prepared to spend the night in the car, only for one of the mechanics to tell us it’s not safe. That we should get a hotel for the night, they’ll take care of the car. We didn’t even have extra money for paying hotel accommodation, LOL, that car was taking everything! (And to think that I’d said no to buying a car when we are not ready! I really wanted to give ex-bae a piece of my mind that night but I could see he was depressed enough).

So we got a cheap lodging, with dusty bed sheets and cold shower and those cheap, dusty toilet papers that come in different colors. SIGH. It was so bad but I was so tired and just wanted to rest. And here’s where the loud woman comes in.

The morning after, ex-bae woke up very early to go check on his car. I slept a little more, like 30 minutes more, then woke up to prepare. This woman I don’t know, but who apparently comes every morning to clean the rooms, asks me RUDELY to vacate the room. My craziness alarm goes off, but I ignore her. I wanna be a good person cz we in a town I don’t know and we having problems. She is with other women now, I’m in the room dressing, the she says, ‘were toka nje nifanye kazi yangu! Si umeshalipwa!’

It dawns on me. This woman thinks I’m a prostitute and wasting her time to clean up after me. But even if I was, why would you talk to me like that? Who are you, woman?

Mahn I was down for this war. Ex-bae had to be called to take his girlfriend away. If that is what that town wants to remember me for, then let it be, because that’s bullshit. You don’t even know me, why you start hating and attacking me? Imma drag you down the streets by your hair, woman.

I felt bad afterwards, really bad actually. Cz I don’t like wars! Why can’t we just be peaceful and respect each other? Why can’t we be polite, even if you think the other person is doing a job you totally abhor? Like so what if she’s a prostitute, is your dudu missing and she might have took it? Don’t you think as a parent, a sibling, a people we might be playing a big role in people ending up how they are?

Anyway, the woman said what she said.

I’m getting married soon. Whether she likes it or not. I just haven’t found the ONE 🙂

Who Are You, Stranger?



Let me tell you about the stranger who paid my fare in the matatu the other day;
I get into a mat, it’s empty. There are like four young men inside, but we all know this is usually a drill, to get actual customers think the mat is not so empty. I wanted to get out after taking my seat, because I’d started asking myself questions like what if they close the door and do something to me? A young girl against four strong men? I wouldn’t stand a chance. I’m paranoid like that. It’s almost 7PM.

Another young man gets in, and comes to sit next to me. He actually asks first if he can sit with me. I say no. He thinks it’s a yes, or misunderstands, or doesn’t care, and sits. But the mat is still empty dude!

He is chewing something, with gum pellets in his hands that he occasionally throws into his mouth to accompany whatever is in there.

He offers me gum, I say no. He shrugs passively and continues chewing. By this time people have entered the mat, and it’s almost full. I kinda feel safer but not relaxed because I’ve heard cases of people being drugged into deep sleep by these young boys, and their phones stolen. I am carrying not just my phone, but my laptop with me. I am super conscious and aware of every movement he makes. And also super paranoid. Like at some point I suspected I’m feeling drowsy, and started panicking that he’d just done the deed. PARANOIA.

So the Konda starts collecting fare, and when he gets to us, I start rummaging through my handbag for the tu-coins I had. Coz at night I don’t like giving these people money that needs change, I don’t have the patience to keep asking for my change, nor the time. My seatmate says something to me that I don’t hear. And continues chewing his gum. The Konda doesn’t wait for my money.

I’m perplexed. I look at this man, and he just looks at me and shrugs. Same thing he did when he offered me gum and I said no. I want to ask him if he’s paid my fare, why is the Konda not taking my money? But I also don’t want to start a conversation along those lines with a stranger. It means I will have to say thanks. But I didn’t ask him to pay? It will put me in a compromising situation. He’ll feel entitled to a conversation with me. And he might ask for things like my number and where I stay and my name. So I ignore him. But feeling super uncomfortable. Like just waiting for him to start doing payback for his money that I didn’t even ask him to spend on me.

But he doesn’t start a conversation.

He never talks to me.

He continued chewing his gum, nodding to the music, and when he got to his stage, he just got off the matatu like that!

I took a sigh of relief. But, I’m still asking myself, who was this man? Or was he an angel? Lol.

Or was he just doing his good deed of the day?

Who are you, man?

Maybe I should have had a conversation with you after all.

With Njoro the Poet!


Njoro Poet is a Nairobi based spoken word artist, who is using his gift to address real issues in the country. He has performed at Slam Africa, an experience he is extremely proud of as he got the opportunity at a very young age, and also considering he had just started out at performing his pieces.

Njoro is also passionate about acting, and looks forward to affirming his prowess in that field as well.

We were impressed by his deep, thought-provoking and emotional performance at Slam Africa, and had to ask him ten questions so we know him more.

Here we go;

1. Are you a spoken word artist or a poet? And, is there any difference between the two?
N- I am a spoken word artist, which is poetry, but freestyle poetry.

2. What inspires your writings and performances?
N- I feel there’s a lot happening in the society we live in that needs to be told, and especially told using forms of art. This will enable communication across the different masses.

3. How long have you been performing?
N- I started performing in February, and started writing my poetry in January this year. My first public performance was during street poetry a Agha Khan walk in Nairobi.

4. What’s your most memorable moment while performing?
N- One time I was performing and the audience was just snapping along, enjoying every bit of the performance. It feels great to know your message has been received, and received well.

5. What are some of the issues you address with your poetry?
N- I think I am flexible. I write poems on any agenda, from politics to child abuse to drug use. I address real issues happening in real time.

6. Who do you look up to in your field of art?
N– Locally, it’s Mufasa, Monk, and Teardrops. Internationally, I admire Witt Lowery and Harey Baker.

7. What do you do away from spoken word?
N- I am an actor.

8. How many works have you produced, including those you haven’t performed yet?
N- I have 3 pieces, one is on politics, the second is about Africa and the third is on child abuse.
See Njoro performing Mama Africa below…

9. What’s your favorite hangout joint?
N- Kenya National Theatre

10. What would you like to achieve with your work?
N- I want as as many people as possible to be aware of and appreciate spoken word.

You can watch Njoro’s amazing performance at Slam Africa HERE


Glam Up! With Make-up Artist Jane Maina

The make-up artist herself!

First of all I am very excited about this piece! I am a huge fan of makeup, of a girl just looking good (slayin? :)). Lemme give you a short story; back in high school, during school funkies, my friends would come over to my dormitory so I could glam them up. I was like the one stop shop for things beauty, from eye pencils, to powder, to perfume. But back then, beauty was limited to a few things, at least in our knowledge it was. It was the powder, then the eye pencil, then the lipstick, and you’re good to go! We didn’t know much about foundations and concealers and primers and all these beautiful things Jane Maina had on display during our shoot for !

Jane Maina at work!

Which explains my excitement to be at the forefront in learning new tricks and tips of matters beauty!

The make-up artist herself!

I first met Jane Maina at an interview we had gone to with a friend of mine (an interview that also changed many things in me, I talked about it on my YouTube channel HERE). Jane was the lady in charge of glamming us all up.

After this amazing job done, I was hooked. I wanted to learn more, and just as I did with my friends back in high school, share with you guys!

I called Jane up and we arranged for a makeup tutorial, which we practiced on a dear friend of ours, Cera Kieha(fashion blogger at Oh, btw, Cera is one of the young women with beautiful stories who really inspire me, I did her story HERE(Click on the link it will open in another tab you can read after this 🙂 ). You will be inspired as well.

Cera Kieha, after getting all glammed up by Jane.

We summarized the tutorial in four simple steps, just to make it easier for you especially if you are starting out, trying out this whole makeup field. But, these four steps have been detailed, if you read all through, you will get tips and tricks that could go a long way in answering your questions on beauty.

Let’s do this!


Cleanse the face… Never apply makeup without cleaning your face (this is to remove dirt and excess oil on the skin. If you just showered this is not necessary). You can go all the way and use water, a mild soap and a soft cloth. Or, you could use soft wipes.

Tip- Then tone your skin(Jane recommends Witch Hazel Cream).

Then, prime the face. Give the primer some time to settle before applying anything else to the face.


Do your eyebrows. How? Draw your brow shape, following your brow line, and ensure both brows have the same shape drawn on. Then, fill in the blank spaces J. Ha-ha. Just kidding. Fill in the brow. In soft light strokes.(note that the upper and the lower line of the brows should be parallel, this ensure the size of the brow is uniform)

Tip- Use a pencil color that matches your hair color a shade lighter.


Clean-up the brow. Using a concealer and an angled brush or a concealer brush line under the brow to cleanup any mess that could have occurred when filling up, the concealer should be a shade or two lighter than your skin tone but not too light. On the upper side of the brow it’s optional but when you do it use your foundation in right shade or a concealer in your skin tone.

Ensure the concealer is fully blended in to avoid having a ‘halo’ effect around the brows.

Then apply a color corrector to light up dark parts of the face.

Theeen…apply your foundation and set it using a setting powder.


Once the face is set, we do the eyes. Note that, you can also start with the eyes then do the face.

For a day look, we opted for simple, minimal makeup. After the foundation, we just added some eyeliner, and soft shade lipstick.

Tip- Apply the eyeliner at the very edge of the lashes line. Blend it in with the lashes.


Apply a finishing powder to finish off the look.

Here is our final look!

Tips- You can add on mascara if you want to, and, the feel free to play around with the lip colour.


For a night look, just a few more add-ons.


Apply a color shade of your choice on the crease of the eyes. Intensify with a darker shade on the outer corner of the lid.

Tip- You could apply some shimmer to the eyelid.

Like this…


Isn’t she beautiful? 🙂

We agreed that next time we will do a video version of this for you guys, so you see it as it happens! In the meantime, pop in to Zequeen Beauty and Photography, at T-Mall, 3rd floor, and Jane will be more than glad to glam you up, and share with you all the makeup tips and tricks you’d like to know!

Also, you can reach her using her social media pages, below!

And please share with me your experience and photos of you all glammed up 🙂

Over to you!

From The Streets, Back To The Streets. This Time, A Different Purpose- Brian Ochieng’s Story


The picture below is of 10-year old Brian Ochieng’; a young boy with no home, no food, no one to turn to. Nothing left to do with himself but try and survive the harsh life of the streets of Nairobi every single day.

‘I was 6 when I ran away from home. I had been living with my mother and a step-father who made it clear that I was not his son and not welcome in his house. Life at home was unbearable, so I left.

A six year old child, roaming the streets of Nairobi, looking for a place to call home, someone to hold his hand. Nothing. No one. The world outside did not welcome him.

‘I would walk into hotels and restaurants and beg for leftover food just so I can get by. I was not the only one, though. One thing being homeless teaches you is the value of nurturing friendships. We were like family. You find something to eat, you share. Tomorrow you might not be lucky, and another will share with you.

‘One thing being homeless teaches you is the value of nurturing friendships. We were like family.’

The friends did not just come with food, Brian says, they also came with substances to make life in the cold, dark alleys more bearable.

‘I started using drugs. First you do it because a friend is doing it, and because you are no better than him, why not? Then it becomes an addiction. You need it to stay sane.’

At the back of his mind, in the deepest part of his heart, Brian longed for a chance to go to school. To get out of the streets and make meaningful life for himself.

‘I did not want to be there, to live that life. But where would I go? And what even guarantees that I will be accepted and loved where I go? My own home where my mother lived had become unbearable, what better thing awaited me away from the streets? I had more questions than answers.’

For seven years, Brian held onto the dream.

In this period of questioning, through a friend Brian got to know about an organization called Made In The Street, who adopted and supported kids from the streets.’

‘I did not want to pass over an opportunity to expose myself to school. But then Made In The Street only adopted children 13 years of age and above, and I was like 10. So I attended their programs, because this was okay, till I was of age.’

Brian(left, head on palm), with a friend, just taken from the street by Made In The Streets org.

Once they took him in, Brian was happy, but also skeptical.

‘A lot had to change about me. The life I had known for years had to go.’

First, Brian could no longer access and use the drugs he depended on. This, he was not pleased about. Secondly, he was thrust in a world of rules, a place of responsibility and of of thinking about ‘dreams’ and working towards achieving ‘goals’.

‘It is not an easy transition. I was confused for a while, but I think because deep inside I had always longed for a way out, I was determined to stay and see what happens.’

Brian was enrolled to Made It In The Street education classes, where he received basic primary education.

After primary school, Brian got a job at the school as a cook, where he nurtured his passion for preparing sumptuous meals.

‘I had always wanted to be a chef. Of course we did not cook in the streets, we ate from bins but I found it interesting how food brings people together and builds friendships. He who has food is king, haha’.

At the school, he practiced his trade for 3 years, before enrolling for cooking classes at Nairobi Aviation College to polish his knowledge and skills. There, he spent one year.

‘After my education at Nairobi Aviation, I started sending out CVs to different places, but nothing was looking up.’

This was until a friend and sponsor of Made In The Street heard his story, and offered him a job at Ocean Basket Kenya.

‘I was finally living the dream. From the streets to being a chef at such a prestigious hotel. I was happy.’

He now had a job, a decent house, and even more importantly, he now had the freedom and right to choose.

‘I could now say, I want this, I don’t want that. Which had never been the case. When you have nothing, you don’t get to choose, you take what is available and on offer. A beggar does not choose. So knowing I am at a point where I have options was exhilarating.

‘When you have nothing, you don’t get to choose, you take what is available and on offer.’

Brian was happy, but, there soon developed a little problem. A big problem actually.

‘Something was missing. I felt there was one thing I needed to do to be truly happy. And that was doing unto others the good that had been done unto me. I had to go back to the streets and help my friends out.’

Every day after work, Brian would walk through the streets of Nairobi, talking to his former ‘comrades’ and helping them out where he could.

‘I decided to make this a movement. So that many more may benefit, rather than the number I could manage on my own. In 2013 I started Love For A Street Child, and opened a Facebook page which I used to communicate and call out to well wishers.’

The more he did for the street families, the more he felt a growing need to fully dedicate himself to helping out these families.

‘My heart was with my people. I was never going to walk away from  them. So one morning, I went to my boss and told him I wanted to quit. He couldn’t believe me. He could not believe I was going to let go of my dreams, exchange a comfortable life for one of wading in unsure waters in the name of volunteerism and philanthropy.’

His mind was made up. Brian explains that more than anything else, he believed in the young boys and girls surviving on their own in the streets.

‘I wasn’t rich or anything. And giving is not about you being rich, but realizing that there are people who have nothing at all.’

‘Giving is not about you being rich, but realizing that there are people who have nothing at all.’

On October 15th 2016, Brian officially quit his job and embarked on his new mission to support street families.

‘I started out by partnering with friends who were also on the same mission.’

Brian also acknowledges the challenges that come with running a charity organization.

‘The biggest issue is funding. I still depend on partnerships with friends. I cannot do this alone, it will be better and have more impact if we do this together. I call upon any organizations and well wishers who would like to be part of this. We will really appreciate the support.’

Clearly, for Brian, the journey has just begun.

‘I believe in this mission. I believe in these kids. Someone believed in me, look at me now. My life is different because someone set out to make that difference. I believe in this journey.’

‘My life is different because someone set out to make that difference. I believe in this journey.’


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