They say people do crazy things for love, but I do crazy things for food. Specifically carbs. Specifically those made from wheat. I'm talking pasta, bread (like that pretentious-sounding but magical kwasson), cake, pizza, chapati. If food had celebrities, wheat products would forever be on magazine covers in perfect lighting and with expensive garnishes and … Continue reading Spend the Night with Me
Author: wahitalk
Ladies and Gentlemen, Her
The sun is out today. She sits in the shade of a pine tree on the cold grass, lazily stretching her feet till her toes kiss the sunlight beaming through the leaves. Her hands struggle to nestle a pair of headphones in the thick fluffy cloud that is her hair. It's dyed a bold white, … Continue reading Ladies and Gentlemen, Her
UNTITLED
Trigger Warning: Alcohol, Addiction Ever attended an alcoholics anonymous(AA) meeting or an anything anonymous meeting? Or are you still in the drinking phase, waiting for your liver to raise the white flag? I can tell you two things about addiction. One, too much will never be too much unless something clicks up there or, you … Continue reading UNTITLED
Of White Cats and Black Dots
Podcast version now available if you don't have the time to read. It's still in the trial phase. Let us know in the comments if podcasts are your jam, and if you'd like us to upgrade to actual humans reading out the posts. Thanks 😊. Back to scheduled programming. In the before, I never really … Continue reading Of White Cats and Black Dots
If I Got Choked and Died
As I sit here eating raw indomie, I can’t help but think of how much I’ve missed you. I’m crying too, not because of you, but because I put too much chilli on the raw noodles. It’s been a minute since I put something to paper, or rather, typed something out. Today is the day … Continue reading If I Got Choked and Died
I Wish…
Ndinda I furiously rummage through my purse looking for the 600 bob I found in the pocket of my dirty jeans. Pocket one– crusty handkerchief. Pocket two– expired lipstick. Pocket three- sheets of paper as old as great grandma Mambio. I curse. Panic starts creeping in as the super market cashier in front of me … Continue reading I Wish…