Reading Time: 2 minutes For Muthoni, spying and bringing food was not enough, she wanted to fight. She wanted to be right where the action was.
Reading Time: 4 minutes “Ras!”
This is the most common greeting I get on the streets.
Is another enticing one I am used to especially with Zimmerians. Somewhere close to this there is the, “Aiiire!”
“Miaka ngapi sasa?”
Disgusting. But what the hell?
“Sasa izi ukitaka kutoa si lazima unyoe?”
Mostly by my aunties and uncles who after five long years of this remarkable transformation, haven’t come to terms with it. Fuck off!
When I walk with my dreaded boyfriend. The Rasta couple!
Hold up! What have we said about touching an African woman’s hair?