Babithoughts

  • Assumption is the mother of all Screw-ups!

    Probably we are all dead and alive in our afterlife. Or tell me, when did being gentle and nice translate into affection? I am a confessed professional judge. I sometimes get so judgmental I forget my own masks. And today is not the day I apologize for being that.  This is the day I adorn…

  • Feelings with no adjectives

    So I heard about this absurd story concerning a hospital. Every Sunday morning around 11 A.M, a patient died in the ICU. This happened for quite a while and it was a wonder and a mystery, not just because of the consistency of deaths but also about their unknown causes. It became a great matter…

  • Belonging: Why I will Never Walk Alone!

    Belonging: Why I will Never Walk Alone!

    14th April 2016. A few minutes past 10 P.M,I am swerving through the poorly lit streets of Kabarnet town. Around this time, it bears no life. The town is forgotten. In wavelength are only smokie peddlers selling their very last smokies and Bodaboda riders making their last rounds. I am eleven minutes late for a…

  • Open Letter to Xenophobia,

    Dear Xenophobia, A friend has compelled me to write to you for the sake of Ubuntu. Just like Mahatma Gandhi told Hitler, I also feel this letter from me would be an impertinence. Nonetheless, I will tell you about your dad, Apartheid. He doesn’t make public appearances any more because he heard this story.  An…

  • Today is pregnant with Tomorrow…

    It has been a delightful week I must admit. Normally, my week starts on Friday, meaning your Friday is my Monday and your Monday is my Saturday. Yes, I kinda re-arranged the whole thing. That’s the whole reason they call me weird. The symptoms of what would be a thought-provoking feverish sort of week started…

  • Mouse face or Lion’s tail?

    Can you guess what I do first as soon as I board a matatu? I clasp my phone so firmly I could feel pain in my wrist. I then direct all the signals in my nervous system to the receptors located in the dermis and epidermis, just around my right butt (where my wallet is)….

This is how it all started…

I’ve always had a loud mind. Constantly shooting ideas, half-formed thoughts, questions I couldn’t ignore. Most of them didn’t need answers. They just needed somewhere to go.

For a long time, I carried them around. Let them pile up. That didn’t end well. Writing became the release. The pause button. A way to slow my thinking down enough to hear myself clearly. Not to impress. Not to perform. Just to empty the noise onto a page.

Babithoughts is personal. Unfiltered. Sometimes messy. Sometimes sharp. Often unfinished. It mirrors how my mind actually works, not how it’s supposed to sound.

I write here to make sense of things. Work. People. Ambition. Contradictions. Africa. Me.