For Dad…

You hugged me so tight that day, when I was about to leave for the airport.
I had been having a hard time and you knew it.

I came home to get better and it worked, in a way.
That was when I remembered how much I’ve missed ur hugs.
I used to see you walking around the streets of Nairobi, when I knew you were at home, hard at work.

I have always been able to talk to you about anything, and not many people can say that about their dad.
You have given me the knowledge and wisdom that I am still using to fight my way through this world.

I know what a man should be because of you.
What a father looks like,
I know what success looks like because of you.
I want to thank you for giving me space when I needed it.
Letting me process and make these decisions on my own, being patient with me through all my struggles and achievements.

You’ve pushed me to become this person I am today. Held my hand when it needed holding. Given me speeches upon speeches on how the world works, the school of life and people management, imagine, I am still learning from things you told me 10 years ago, today.

You’ve kept supporting and loving me through the hardest parts of my life.
You tell me I am beautiful and intelligent, and capable.
You taught me about God.
I get my quietness from you. Observation skills too.
My cunning, my compassion.

I am forever greatful that I got to be your daughter, that I got a mentor, father and friend all in one. That I get to follow in your footsteps.

You have given me a foothold, and now, I will climb.

Dad, thank you.

Slay, queen…

You are so beautiful

With a smile like that, eyes like that.

Oh my word, your skin.

Sexy, kissable lips.

The way you sway your hips.

That dress, your hair, is that your hair?


You look at me and expect me to know less than I do.

When you meet a good looking woman who takes care of herself

you know that kind,

The long flowing weave kind

The makeup done just right kind

The designer labels, expensive jewellery kind

The “boujee” kind.

The apparently high maintenance kind

The kind you see and feel the need to floss in front of

The kind you feel the need to sponsor

As if she didn’t get all this on her own…


I have heard that the male mind is organized storage filled with boxes upon boxes, in different piles

each pile representing an area of his life

each box characterizing a person, object or memory.


So I wonder, do you have a crate with my name on it?

What words did you find worthy to bank?

Cause when you look at me, face blank eyes dazed

I feel that you never see beyond my face!

Behind the image I display.

I am not finery

These clothes that adorn me do not define me

Ornaments are inconsequential when it comes to my identity.

With high-end gems draped across my wrists

I ask you this, why don’t you expect more than you see?

Doesn’t your tongue know how to form words that complement my personality?

You are stuck on beautiful.

Thinking I am fine art.

The kind you show off to your friends

and use to decorate your walls, something to maintain

You don’t ask me what I do or what I like.

You don’t care from my opinion.

My intellect is a non-factor

I go from eye candy to arm candy to trophy

Always sweet never delectable

Agreeable, not formidable

As if a woman cannot be gorgeous and exceptionally intelligent at the same time.




Mwiitu wa Mbula




Little bird

I love the taste of my name on your lips.
I want to hear you say you want me.
My mind spins trying to catch my breath as you come into me.
Taking my body and my soul at once.
Spirits intertwined
Breathing in each other’s essence

Let us make this day with love.
Me clawing my way through the skin on your back just to get through
This message, I long for days and nights with you close to me and I’ll never get enough of this exstacy

You warm me from the inside
Cool kisses scattered all over my canvas bring me to oblivion

And I fall down into the black hole of your love
Trust me with you and I will keep you forever and always.


Mwiitu wa Mbula

Throw that back.

Here is a little something I found as I was going through my journals this morning….

This is as raw and as natural as it gets. An old poem about an old love that was never mine. And instead of getting rid of it I’ve decided to share it and let it go. This is an exercise in self love, release and honestly.


Mwiitu wa Mbula

What should be taught in Kenyan schools…


I didn’t go to school in Kenya, but I am Kenyan so I feel like I am entitled to post something about this.  Correct me if I am wrong. There are a few things I don’t understand about the Kenyan education system, but in the spirit of adding to the system instead of judging it, let’s talk about the things I wish would be taught in Kenyans schools right now.


 Money matters

Personally, most of my knowledge of finance and money management came from my parents, who are business people, among other things. The rest of it came from my youth leader from my church back in Botswana. She taught me how to keep track of my money and how to save effectively. I find that most of my friends and colleagues that I have met in my six years in Kenya have a gap in knowledge in this area. I’m not saying that I’ve found my footing, if we are being honest who has? but I have a foundation in this. I think it would be great if all young people in Kenya had this. We could build better businesses and better lives.


I, like most people, have had my fair share of communication issues. This is another area I am still working on. But let’s imagine for a minute that in the first year of university or better yet, the first year of high school I learned how to communicate effectively with my peers. If I learned how to recognize and interact with different personality types, I can say I would definitely be in a better place in my life.


This point is tied to the point of communication. We weren’t taught the importance of mental health and how it ties in with our physical well-being. This is not a direct cause of the high incidences of mental illness in my age group, but it would’ve helped to have therapists to speak to us in high school when our hormones levels were higher and our personalities were at a critical stage of development.


This is something that’s essential to effective human interaction. It is something that isn’t focused on as much as it should in Nairobi, and in Kenya. You don’t have to like everyone you meet, but you should be able to treat them with some level of decency. This is something that we can learn at any age, and we should have been learning this whole time.

Sex education

This is a big one. We are taught abstinence as the main point of sexual education if anything at all. We should be taught about everything. Yes, I mean, everything and all the awkwardness that comes with it. Things like forms and types of protection from STIs and their effectiveness. The biology of sex itself. The emotional, physiological and psychological effects of the sexual act. What your options are if you fall pregnant, or if you get an STI or HIV/AIDS.



I am a firm believer that knowledge gives us power. And ignorance isn’t quite bliss. Just because you don’t see the danger doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Just because you see the good in something, that doesn’t mean it can’t be great.


Learn more with me, friends.

Any additions, questions or comments are welcome



Mwiitu wa Mbula