Matatu Bad Culture #Sambaza nation


Man: Comfortability mtu anunue gari (if you want to be comfortable, buy your own car)

Woman: Niko nayo, unataka kuona picha(I have one, do you want to see the photos?) As she scrolls her gallery for the pictures.

Man: Hata sijui na hio mdomo yako kama utapata bwana. (I aint sure that tongue of yours can get you a husband.)

Let us just say, at this point of a conversation, I had had enough. Flashback to where it all started. My two friends and I had gone to town (Nakuru) last month one of those chilly evenings to run an errand. It is 8pm and we are at the matatu stage waiting to board one if we get lucky since it is raining. After a few minutes of waiting one arrives and we quickly get in though a few people got the best seats before we could. Should I mention I am walking with people who have American height as they call it, yeah, I am the only one who is vertically challenged here. The back seat is occupied by two passengers so obviously the three of us cannot sit there, and the seats after that, they are too squeezed my tall friends don’t have any space to put their feet. One decides to sit at the back and another goes for the seat behind the driver. A few minutes later, another passenger tries to sit on the “loners” seat and she cannot find adequate space either, so she sits next to me. An elderly man and his wife want to board the matatu but only two seats are available, the rejected seat and the conductors’ seat. It must be late for them to wait for another matatu, so they decide to hop in and the conductor has to squeeze with the passengers seated behind the driver. In short, we leave town with an excess of one.

I guess “Michuki” rules do not apply anymore or do they? Destination, Lanet, just opposite the barracks.

The driver decides to take a few more routes due to traffic caused by the ongoing road construction and after what is a bumpy road and loads of chit-chat, we arrive at a junction known as Kiondo. Here, there are people waiting for any available means of transport to get home and its drizzling.

Tout: (commanding) Songeni watu wakae (make space for others). To be honest, there literally was no space at the back, and from where I sat, the lady and the gentleman close to her had locked knees, so no space for a #sambaza if you know what I mean, my people from Eldoret can totally relate to this. I schooled in Eldoret and that was the order of the day. Right from the main stage, the matatus there would carry an excess of four people. 14 turns to 18 within a second.


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Back to where we started, the lady seated next to me refused to move an inch and that is where the harassment started. The tout wanted to get her out of the matatu and refund her fare, but that was not her destination. So verbal assault reigned, the most interesting thing about this, the people seated at the back decided to come to her rescue and spoke up. I always see those “Zusha ” stickers on matatus and I am sure most of us ever really pay attention to them. In such a scenario, most passengers actually leave it to the tout and the affected person to square it out with each other.

So four of us ended up asking for our fare refund,in solidarity with the lady. Simple math,the tout decided he could not incur such a loss but he still managed to get two extra persons in the matatu, a lady and her son. To tell you the truth, she was pissed that people were not making room for her son and retorted that no one would alight with the car seats, what? Kenyans!!!

A hundred metres from the junction, the driver made another stop to pick another person, at this point there is a heated argument in the matatu,it is no longer between the tout and the lady, the lady now has her supporters, and so does the tout.  It took less than two minutes for the passenger who had boarded the matatu here to jump into the conversation, he is the one who mentioned the issue on comfortability. Did I mention that when we left town I overheard my seatmate tell someone on phone that she had given out her car to someone else and boarded a matatu to her destination? None the less, someone was now abusing her for wanting to be comfortable, and don’t forget she had already paid her fare.

The passenger seated comfortably next to the driver was the one shouting that this lady cannot even find a husband.

It was a game of thrones kinda scenario I tell you, but I am glad that we got to speak up.

Scenario Two

A week ago I went to town, the same thing and at the same junction, the tout wanted people at the back to make room, the lady who was to sit here was well endowed and so were the people already seated. The new passenger with the support of the tout was now harassing the people at the back and someone asked her if she wanted to sit on their laps (plainly put) So, another fiasco until I alighted.


I have had the worst experiences myself in a matatu, from being verbally harassed to someone not giving my change back. I used to think that touts were the worst kind in some situations, but after this two incidents, I realize that as Kenyans, we can be our own worst enemies. Ain’t overloading one of the reasons why we have so many accidents on our roads?

Are we encouraging a bad culture in our matatu industry? Have we become a #sambazanation. #songenitupendane

Let me know what your experience has been while using matatus in the comments section.

#BrianWanyama of  Matwana Culture campaign, your story on what you are doing to help this is for another day

Until next time my people, #ZUSHA










Yes exactly!  Before I delve into my story, let us talk a little bit about WhatsApp. Millennial’s in the house, raise your hands if you cannot do without it. I am already lost in this counting game. We all agree that this app has made our communication easier,fun and even affordable. It has become our quick fix to sharing opportunities, hyping events, sharing videos,memes and jokes ,you name it. I just love its diverse functionality!

Talk of WhatsApp status, it is so tempting to just keep up with people and the photos and statuses they share. I have lost count of the people who view my status, not a bad idea especially when they reply with messages such as cute,lovely etc.

Back to my story, a friend of mine from way back when we were kids is a photographer, so I recently came across his status on WhatsApp and something caught my eye. The  photos told a tale, and with his permission, I will be sharing that here. This actually reminded me of a conversation I was having with some other friends of mine. Story for another day.

A lot has been said and done about the girl child, I am actually so pro it, empowerment, equal opportunity and all. The debate about equity between the two genders is something that has its good and bad side in equal measure and we might not exhaust that here.

I will allow the photos to speak for themselves. They say pictures can be worth more than a thousand words, right? (Let us call our character Johny)


Are we together up to here my frens? (hold your horses though)


Ready for work, dressed to kill I must say! I am guessing he is a designer in some design firm. He got good taste.


Hey Johnny, is this your first stop over to your office? Are you saying hello to longtime friends?



I am confused, why are you removing your fancy clothes and shoes? Please make me understand.



Oh wow! I did not see this coming! But I guess we all gotta grind!


Nilikua nimebeba ma KDF hapa,nikugawie maji tuzisukume?



Long long day, I gotta wash up and unwind.



Look guys, I had a date with my bae. I got to impress her. Did I mention she tagged her friend along? (I am keeping calm as I pour the wine. I would not want to get a bad review (from her friend) and the way they be slaying!! (Sauti Sol-P-Units song Gentleman must be playing in his head)


And after all is said and done. It is what it is man! Do I have money for my next meal?

(and the cycle continues)


Photo Credits: T-Spark Photography!!!

Thank you T-Spark Photography for allowing me to sharing this amazing and moving photos on my blog!!!!

My two cents from all this, ladies,understand your guy do not hold him at a level where he cannot get to. Do not allow material things to be the standard measure for whether you date someone.

Let us keep the conversation going in the comments section.

From me to you, until next time #SaveTheBoyChild



Time is up!




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Have you ever been in a situation where you are feeling stuck? Does the feeling of little or no progress hit you? If you have, then I can totally relate to you.

I have been in one or more situations that have made me feel stuck, having little or no growth and eventually feeling like hiding in a corner and not talking about it. Some of us are stuck in our jobs, relationships, school, religion the list is endless.

Funny thing is that those watching from the outside could be thinking that your life is #goals for them and that you have it all figured out.

Let us have this conversation…..(in front of your mirror) “Hi Elenah (insert your name), you are here now, or  you have been here before, life is bigger than this situation and there is a lot more for you out there.” Sounds easy, right? It always is easier said than done.

The circumstances that make us hit a snag are different and depending on our strength to get ourselves out of it, we might as well end up as underachieved and depressed persons.

Tips for recovering from a snag

  • Reflection

What got you here in the first place? Where did the rain start beating you? These are possible questions that you should ask yourself in order to figure out a possible solution.

  • Talk about it

We are sociable beings. Sharing what you are going through with a trusted person can work like good therapy for you. They say “unburden” yourself by sharing.

  • Get a break

This can be in terms of a vacation to a destination you have always wished to go to. Everyone needs a break sometimes before they can actually snap because of a situation.

  • Have fun

Sometimes all you need is to find that thing that makes you tick. It could be a sport, singing, attending events or even eating. At such moments, this can help work as a distraction which would eventually help you put things into perspective.

  • Write

This has been known over the years to work as great therapy. To be honest, it does work for me, I write it all in my poetry and find relief.

  • Move on

Sometimes the only solution to some problems can be moving on. A scenario, you are in a violent relationship and there is a possibility that someone may really hurt you, why would you hold on? Move on, and keep moving!!!!



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It has never felt good to be stuck, learn to find yourself no matter the situation and pick up the pieces.

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Till next time. TIME IS UP!!!

“Until you believe you have options, you will continue to feel stuck.” Sean Stephenson


Loving You




Loving yourself


I wanted so much to live my life for others,

To help them realize a dream or two,

To lend them a wing when they had none,

To love, live and be for them.


But life taught me,

To love, live, and be for others,

Means that I got to Love self first,

This way, I would be able to give much more.


This is the month that is associated with love and February 14 happens to be a day where people express love with lots of gifts going around,  either one is giving or receiving, sounds fun, right?  But what really happens after this day? Think about it.

I wanted to share my thoughts on loving ourselves. “Loving You”  It might be already cliche for me to be writing about this, well, probably true. You might as well be saying to yourself..”but I love myself” Question is, do you do enough to show this?

I have come to realize that sometimes it can be easy to do stuff that shouts “I love you” for other people and actually forget about ourselves. But why do we find it easy to do so for others and not ourselves, it could be human nature, but I would love if we could spend some time evaluating this.

So, why not make this month the month where you spend your time, money and any other resources at your disposal to Loving YOU?

Be it attending those Zumba classes you have been postponing, the swimming lessons, the road trip, and even that much-deserved vacation. I ain’t saying you stop doing special stuff for people, but I want you to evaluate the special things you have done for yourself, and if the list is too short, start Loving You!

I am learning to love me more each day I hope you do too, it is easier to give, even more, that which we have in plenty. Appreciate yourself more. LOVE YOU MORE!


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Woman,your First Husband is Your Job

I decided to visit my former primary school today, it is now 10 years since I left this school. (I have very fond memories of this). This school has literally played a big role into the person I now am. I had very supportive teachers and friends. It is also the first place that I discovered my love for poetry and art!

My favorite English teacher is currently the Deputy in the school, she is aging like a fine wine, I kept telling her teaching is doing her some good.

As I walked to her office, I remembered how when I was a kid she would encourage me by telling me that I could be anything I dreamt of becoming and yea, I still believe that!

Before we got down to business, she shared a lot of insight that I felt I needed to share here. She is of the opinion that women have great minds, are a force to change, can steer their families forward and can move mountains to ensure the success of their children. I actually agree with her on that.

One most important point she emphasized was that any woman needs to be economically empowered. I couldn’t agree more on that as a believer in empowering women economically by all means necessary! She pointed out that women should make a job/business their first HUSBANDS! Her reasoning, if you are not economically empowered, you would automatically be relying on someone else to provide for you even the most basic needs; dependency…she said does not look good on anyone at this age and era. And what do you expect when you are always at the receiving end, limitation!limitation!limitation! If this is the case, automatically as a person, there is no growth.(Gosh! all this wisdom in one seating?) I felt like I needed a dose of this every week.

My take from all this wisdom, When we empower women economically, we are empowering a nation, after all, they are mostly the primary nurturers!

Find something you love doing and something that put food on the table without having to ask.

Woman, your First Husband is Your Job! Let this be your mantra this year!






Year of Adventure

I have been postponing writing this post since the year began, (I blame my insane schedules to an extent) laughing at the fact that it is always easy to find a scapegoat.

I hope your year started on a high note, mine did and I am grateful. This January though, it is something else.

That aside, I wanted to do a little reminiscing on a year passed (2017). This was my year of adventure. I had the opportunity to go to West Pokot for a period of six months and work with a group of girls. I got the opportunity to demystify the notion that West Pokot is all insecure, I met the most welcoming people, learned about their culture and got to experience it first hand, and yea, nature made me an explorer!

Apart from the hot sun, there was a lot to be enjoyed, fresh air, tranquility and a great breeze, I guess yoga fans would enjoy this place. Oh, and did I mention the frequent occurrence of the rainbow in all its 7 colors? Forgive my camera though


I got to experience the thrill that comes with hiking too. The most exciting thing  about it was the fact that our guides (the girls)  made us feel that the journey was conquerable, and we did the ascend and descend of Morpus in about 5 hours

A memory I will forever dear about this place, I got to learn that anything is possible, you just have to put your heart to it. The girls taught me the power of resilience in the face of adversity,( did I mention most come from disadvantaged backgrounds with some escaping early marriages and FGM to pursue education?) But the beauty of it, they now believed its possible, and yea I got to teach them beadwork and got to learn the Pokot beadwork from them, it was like an exchange program! Exciting, right?

I also almost got married, the girls suggested I had come of age and they were willing to get me a suitor. This topic never died out, until the day I left.

West Pokot was an eye-opener for me. I learned that we should never let the flame in us die out, that we just need to keep dreaming and go seize opportunities around us.

Another opportunity I got to experience was attending the Young African Leadership Initiative (YALI). To tell you the truth, by the time I qualified for this opportunity, I was almost giving up on the application process. I had made four applications prior and all had not gone through. When I finally got the admission email, I was so thrilled. My stay here was worth my while. I got to meet young leaders from different countries, networked, was inspired and expanded my horizons on a lot of other stuff.

To crown all this, I got to graduate! I had written about it here Waiting and Waiting!

The long wait was finally over! And my girl squad was right there.What a way to end my year!


I wish you a productive year ahead. To better times and great discoveries.





The first message I got from Rashida Fridah said “Are you on your way? I can’t seem to open the lock, even with the right code”. We had a shift together at Retro Nørrebro, a charity café around the corner from Assistens Cemetery in Northern Copenhagen. We’d never worked together before, and had only met at social events in passing. Both of us were new to the café but as it had so many international volunteers and members of staff it was impossible to know everyone. It was the start of a long and cold Danish winter, and the locks on the doors were frozen. This was Fridah’s first winter in Copenhagen, and she was bundled up with scarves and gloves, trying to force open a café door in an otherwise deserted street.
The second message I got from her was less than a month later. It said “Do you…

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Waiting and Waiting!

Most times we lack the patience of waiting for something especially if we have actually been waiting and waiting for quite some time.

Story of my life, I have been waiting, waiting and waiting. To say the truth, I was almost giving up on the waiting.

When I joined campus, no one gave me the truth about the harsh reality that is going through campus, finishing and graduating (public uni). It was a dream come true anyway until this truth started dawning on me slowly.

From a list of many unprecedented long holidays to student and lecturer strikes. My four year stay at school was definitely going to be prolonged. And indeed it was.

To cut the long story short, instead of graduating last year, I have had a whole year of waiting, waiting for my school to crown my efforts with a certificate. You can’t imagine how heartbroken I was when I discovered that I could not graduate last year.

I am glad that I am now seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. With a graduation list out with my name on it, and the graduation scheduled for next week Friday 24th November; what else could I ask for?

It has been a wait worth my while.

For those who are still struggling with Lecturers striking which might be followed by a student strike, I am so sorry that you have to go through this. Blame the system, but the good news is, you will soon get there. If I did, so can you!

Cheers to breaking the glass ceilings!!!! Celebrating those who saw me through this journey, and to Waiting and Waiting!!





I love writing and keeping a Journal, I do that a lot. I can actually publicly admit that I find sanity in writing in my journals my thoughts, ideas, experiences which include my highs and lows and above all these, my poetry.

The good thing about this is that you can always get a point to reference in future and also, when those bundles are not available, you can easily pull out your journal from your desk and read through.

So today I happened to go through one of journals, I call it “My Leadership Journal”. This is because this is where I have been w Continue reading “POWER OF A JOURNAL(ING)”

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