I have a belief that people by passed the social media blockage, not as a means of defiance, but because they are as hungry as I am, for knowledge about their country.

Call me uninformed, unconcerned, or any other words you may choose, but I gladly admit to the fact that I currently do not know three quarters of the ministers of my country. I have no knowledge whatsoever about the number of districts we currently have, and the different members of parliament representing them. I cannot differentiate the role of the police, from that of the security guards and the army. I am also nursing a pinching fact that I know not my rights, and who I should report to incase they are being violated.

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YOUNG BLOOD: #10 times i was a dumb kid

  • I still wonder why mango Safi had pictures of lots of fruits on its cover. It sort of made me a dumb kid. I used to insert a straw through a different fruit thinking it would give me a different flavor.
  • I still wonder why I used to fall for that Kiwi advert on TV. I would kick dust and wipe my shoes with a piece of cloth, so that it could shine, and it wouldn’t. I later found out it was a type of shoe.

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She skillfully dug through the white walls of the sticky fibers that covered up a large, yellow and juicy flesh. The anxiety with which she tore the jackfruit, held me in the same position, and made me watch her every move. The manner with which I looked on, each time she placed the fruit in her mouth, led her to find a need to communicate.

“We have a lot of fruits in our home”, the ten year old said, “Sometimes I pack and go with it to school”

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BOyfriend things#

Should I leave stuff at his place?

It’s amazing to have a boyfriend, but a more relieving feeling is knowing that you have stamped his back, copyrighted his shoulders and labelled his trousers. Booked him. If there was a way we girls could tattoo the back of our men’s heads with our names. If only there was a way we could make them say our names for every sentence they bring out, so that whoever they interact with knows they are taken.

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Lets us make a toast!!

  1. To that campus girl who has worn the same pair of shoes and held the same handbag for an entire semester. I hear you!
  2. To that girl with a closet full of party clothes, but the last time she ever stepped into a club was two years ago. I know you!
  3. To those kids with no supper tonight, and are planning to visit their friends then come back and just sleep. This one is for you!
  4. To the campus girl who is pretending to be going on weekend dates, when she is actually heading home. What you do catches up with you!
  5. To all the people who have eaten Kikoni rolex for three years and have a rolex guy who knows which ingredients they like in what proportion. Now that’s loyalty!

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Am I a genuine Lover?

I can never call myself a genuine old school lover, because I forcefully wrapped myself in sheets with it, the moment I heard the first sound. Knowledge about the roots, the beauty, none of these mattered to me, for it was convenience, and not love. I do not blame myself for any of these heartless deeds. I am just a confused youth with no faithfulness to a particular sound, but a tongue to hear the feel of good music and a heart to sense the strength of the emotion in every line of every verse.

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Diary of a broke fashionista 3

  I just promoted myself to four-star general! Poni Jao

Poni is a “collector”. I once collected used airtime cards, with no idea about what I wanted them for.   The mixture of colors kind of just looked appealing to me. So, I have recently been hit by the button craze. I am collecting buttons from everything, everyplace and every top. Am in love with buttons and I am starting to want crazy ones on all my clothes. Lots and lots of buttons.

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Diary Of a broke Fashionista 2

Old is Gold; Poni Jao

Have you ever wanted something so bad, but couldn’t afford it? Well ask me.

I have wanted so many things in the fashion world. I like “the look” but most times I don’t have the finance to make me own the million things that a girl wants. So I normally buy one really expensive thing, and many other cheap things, to put a blend in my closet. I know very many ladies may be facing the same problem, or may be entangled in these financial situations, but am here to tell you that being broke does not mean you can’t be a fashion killer.

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Diary of a Broke Fashionista 1


My own version of a tat patch; Poni Jao

I love clothes. I love every type of cloth, as long as it looks good on me of course. There are two categories of cloth lovers. Many love clothes to the extent that they have the newest and latest. I love clothes to the point, I just can’t let go of anything in my closet. Throughout life, I have learnt that fashion is repetitive, and clothes are like puzzle pieces waiting to be put together, to make one big explosion. So I dedicated myself to always filling in the gaps, and reconstructing the puzzle in the cheapest way possible.

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