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Finding your niche Besides statistics, nothing else has quite bamboozled me like finding my place in this world. Growing up, I was always labeled as a ‘gifted’ which was cool and accurate by all accounts so up until high school, good grades kinda were my thing. No one prepared me for what awaited me. Everything was harder there and I had not the foggiest idea on how to prepare for exams and everything not to mention the culture shock. Picture a 13 year-old scrawny kid born, raised and schooled in one town moving to the big city of lights, Nairobi or Kanairo if you will. I didn’t mind the culture shock as much. I actually kind of took it as a challenge you know. Try to fit in without anyone noticing I’m kienyeji for lack of a better word. What bugged me the most was how to even prepare for exams. I tried what I was used to: go over everything one time and I’m good. I don’t have to tell you how bad I flunked. I have always been underage everywhere I go which made adjusting that much hard...

Selecting all images that contain traffic lights or some shit isn’t what makes us human. It all goes waaaay beyond captcha tests. Emotions and feelings make us who we are – both positive and negative ones. Imagine if you were a robot and couldn’t feel anything. Think of all the bad things that have ever happened to you. All those nights you cried yourself to sleep and silently wished you didn’t wake up the next morning. The pain of losing loved ones, every break up, every time your partner hurt you, every time they cheated. All these are the posters for everything we wouldn’t want to go through ever again for a million dollars and understandably so. What if we could turn the human parts of us off vampire diaries style. No anger, no pain, no sadness, nothing. Just vibes and nonchalance all the way. Sounds lucrative as hell if you ask me. On the other hand, it would render all that makes us feel warm inside about as useful as an umbrella in January. Imagine pulling in and kissing you...

Every may, well since last year, I write a piece about mental awareness May being the mental health awareness month. I’m not exactly sure what qualifies as not being okay mentally but I know I have been there before and its not fun. I could argue that no adult is ever really okay okay. Best you could do is fine but trying to deal with something. Have you ever been so alone that you feel like no one hears you, so alone that you can’t even hear yourself, so alone that you’re afraid even God himself can’t hear you. I have been there and it honestly sucks all the light out of your life. Having no purpose and no will is one thing but add that to having no one to talk to and it’s a ticking time bomb waiting to go boom leaving your sanity in bits and pieces. Sometimes it breaks you so bad that even kitsugi can’t fix you. Let me tell you Maina, literally going for days without talking to a living soul will do a number on you. I suffer from acute Chandler complex where I constantly make jok...

Finding your lobster is like finally finding that last piece of the jigsaw puzzle or that last shuffle before the rubik’s cube is complete, that last move before everything falls into place and you are left wondering how you ever lived without them in your lives. How do you know it’s real? I am not the authority on that but I think when you know, you know. You feel it in your jellies and every part of your being agrees. The chemistry, the intimacy, the friendship, all so ever effortless you could do it in your sleep.   Yes sex is good but that, that is something else. It’s the kind of relationship where you’ll be 90 and she is as beautiful as the day you met. If you have been lucky enough you know what I’m talking about. I can say without any reasonable doubt it is the best feeling in the world – perhaps only bested by your code running on the first attempt. Everyday with them feels like Sunday and in their warm embrace, you wish you could freeze time and live that moment a milli...