Look how beautiful,
His dark complexion adding an extra level of allure to his overall appearance,
His skin having this natural glow, perfectly complementing his features…
Look how beautiful, you can’t help but notice his striking eyes with intense and captivating depth in them,

Look how beautiful,
He’s got a killer sense of style,
That which turns heads over wherever he goes,
Whether dressed up in bespoke suits or rocking a casual street wear look, he manages to look effortlessly cool,

Look how beautiful,
When he walks in, you can feel the energy shift,
It’s like he has the magnetic presence that draws people in,
Carrying himself with confidence and poise,
It’s evident that he takes pride in his appearance,
But what’s more impressive is that he’s not just looks, he’s got substance too…

Look how beautiful,
Intelligent and well-spoken,
Effortlessly holding his own in discussions,
Not just a pretty face, he’s got depth and substance…

Look how beautiful,
His warm and Charismatic personality setting him apart,
Friendly approachable and always ready to smile,
Owning a seamless illustration of high character,
Knowing how to make people feel comfortable and valuable,
His genuine interest in others shining through his interactions,
Extremely Beautiful!

@okelododdychitchats

Nestled amidst the bustling heart of Nairobi’s vibrant soul,
Lies the Lucky Summer Estate, where stories unfold.
A patchwork of dreams and modest hopes,
This middle-class settlement, where life copes.

Like a mosaic of colors, mismatched and untamed,
Homes stand tall, though not quite the same.
Walls weathered by time’s gentle caress,
Each crack and crevice holding secrets, no less.

The streets wind and weave, with no rhyme or reason,
Paths meandering through each fleeting season.
Dusty footprints dance upon the earth,
Telling tales of resilience and humble birth.

Here, the sun paints the sky in vibrant hues,
Casting golden kisses on worn-out avenues.
Children play with laughter, barefoot and free,
Their giggles echoing through this community.

Yet, Lucky Summer bears its share of flaws,
With its flawsomeness, and all its open jaws.
The roofs, like weary sentinels, sag with the weight,
Of raindrops that sneak inside, challenging fate.

Potholes mark the roads, like craters on the moon,
Testing drivers’ skill to dodge and swoon.
But life moves forward, undeterred by such strife,
A dance of survival, in this maze called life.

Amidst the chaos, there’s a sense of unity,
Neighbors lending hands, forming a trinity.
Sharing stories and meals, an extended kin,
In this vibrant tapestry, they find solace within.

The spirit of resilience pervades the air,
Through each hardship faced with unwavering flair.
They bloom like wildflowers against all odds,
Defying limitations, embracing the demigods.

Lucky Summer Estate, imperfect but real,
A tapestry woven with both pain and zeal.
In its rough edges and imperfections lie,
The essence of a community that dares to try.

For in this humble settlement, there is grace,
Where dreams blossom and struggles embrace.
Lucky Summer, a flawed masterpiece, stands tall,
A testament to the human spirit’s enthralling call.

@okelododdychitchats

Something must kill a man,
Mine was a 10,
Made specifically to fit my prescription,
Petite and in the appropriate places meaty,
Having an attractive face, perfectly positioned on a narrow neck
With a very polished and worldly forehead,
Noticeable eyes,
An aligned nose,
Ever cheerful cheeks
An evenly shaped jawline,
A fine chin,
Ears, corresponding in size, Well placed!
And Perfectly even lips
Beautiful !

Very pleasing to look at,
She was wearing a sleek red dress,
Fine, to get her contours just perfect,
She strolled calmly to the bus stop, her immaculate appearance catching my thirsty eyes.

I kept glancing behind
She was the type of girl I had always imagined in my dreams: picture-perfect, in control of nothing but her looks, and a masterpiece created by God,
Taking pleasure in beauty that would calm a roaring lion
Looks that would fulfill a hyena’s appetite
She was so stunning that it made me fearful and insecure at the same time,
She was the very definition of beauty!

@okelododdychitchats

Dear Monday:
I am aware of how both wonderful and awful you are,
I know how your brother Sunday would have treated a drinker and a believer,
I’ve experienced both spiritual sustenance and booze hangovers,
And I can see how you completely represent mixed emotions.

I understand how chaotic and crazy your mornings may be, with everything from traffic to chaos to fresh perspectives and to fresh starts.
I realize how pleasant your evenings are.
Full of comfort and relaxation…

Dear Monday:
I recognize that you are misunderstood, but I hold the view that you should be optional.
Or perhaps a weekend extension to treat alcohol and spiritual hangovers,
A day off from work to rest and gather one’s thought
A day that promotes productivity,
A day to let it all out, to imagine a successfull week, to predict how the week will go, but not a day to start off the week
Hey Monday, I think you ought to be more intriguing than you are…

@okelododdychitchats

Sunshine,
You are a sunrise,
If a star should rise instead of the sun,
You are a moonrise,
If a star should come in place of a moon,
You are a spring
If a face should bloom Instead of an apple- bough
You are the best…

Sushine,
When my heart is shattered,
Even when I am pained and hurting,
I still manage to smile at your thought,
At all stupid things I can do for you,
At the Ignorance I can force myself into for you
Because my heart somehow cannot let you go,
Even when it’s obvious, I am not yours and you ain’t mine
Maybe because the best is to be…

Sunshine,
The star around which my continuace revolves,
The precious go- between in my book of life,
The songster of my silence,
My favorite place in Minneapolis.

Sunshine,
Very pleasing to look at, with a character worth an arm and a leg,
Bold, again timid,
Precisely of the very best kind…

Sunshine,
The music to my soul,
Possessing a voice that frees me from all weight and pain,
A flower to which I am the bee
My feeling of ease from grief,
Exactly the freedom from pain,
A song to my aching ear.

Sunshine,
Your beauty ain’t questionable,
Flawless, well created then jacketed with the capacity for feeling for another’s unhappiness.
A letter-perfect character !

Sunshine,
I fall short of words,
Everything about you feels good,
More; your presence frees me from all shadows of sorrow, cheerful and dispelling all gloom,
You are a trophy, an agreeable and pleasing object to possess !

@okelododdychitchats

I saw the beauty in her unsightly face
The prettiness in her oversize eyes
I discovered with my eyes the scars on her body, I loved them but it is possible I hated the stories they told.
I saw spotlessness in her soiled and stained wears,
The handcraft and unit of decoration in her slashed threads was just wonderful.
I saw potentiality and worth in her poverty-stricken standing
I saw trim on her upside-down and disordered floor
I saw manna in her not free from dirt and weighty sack
I saw an outstanding example of its kind, God’s flawless piece of craft !

@okelododdychitchats

Atop a cliff’s edge, sitting
My tiny yet thoughtful mind starting to race with anxious thoughts.
Thoughts that have a value worth the feelings of worry and perspiration. Very frightened !
My possessions gone,
My decisions and a glimmer of hope are all I have to call my own.
But several crumbled beyond repair, shattered !
I feel afraid,
I am so afraid that I am unsure of who I am,
Doubtful if I still have love to give,
Trustless on what to choose,
And aflutter of what will happen when I have used up all of my resources, including my decision !
Like a cat on hot bricks, I am terrified of my own shadow.
Let me say that I can’t sit on this cliff’s brink any longer!

@okelododdychitchats

Beryl, a good friend and colleague, was always filled with fear to go home alone after the 3:30Pm to midnight shift. It never occurred to me how horrified someone could be taking a corporate trip in a registered cab until March 30th 2022.

It was approaching nine, the night was already calm except for the shrill songs of insects, and as usual I began the hustle of finding a cab to work, for I was expected to work the night shift. My ordering experience that day was noticeably different from the norm, I couldn’t get a cab and the ones I did get kept canceling until I got Violet, my very first female driver. It seemed interesting , so as soon as she agreed to be my driver that night, I began to plan out the questions I would ask her during the journey, just like I always do with other drivers. As I had heard several times that lady drivers are sometimes discriminated and taken advantage of by passengers, this was high on my list of questions.


As Violet explained, I remained in place for the trip for about 60 minutes due to traffic . I was expecting a white Toyota Vitz, only to shock into a gray Toyota Ractis, and this is where it all began, it was not just right, I have been driven by different cars as opposed to those enrolled on the apps, but I have never felt threatened. Do not judge ! It wasn’t just right, I was uneasy not because the driver was a lady but because I was not feeling okay. I hope you all understand instincts.

The trip began with the lady asking to get a bag of psychoactive substance commonly known as “jaba.” She was working the whole night and needed to settle down with something to help her stay awake. The understanding me had no choice but to allow her get the stimulants which she did and asked me to pay for them, explaining that she would repay at the end of the trip. I paid and we quickly took Thika road, beginning the journey to Mukuru Kwa Njenga.

Through earnest appeals to follow the actions of making myself comfortable, I decided to engage the lady in a different way as she had started making weird movements and speaking ill-boding stories. I decided to ask her what was her experience as a lady cab driver, she quickly failed to answer the question and got back to her sinister stories. I just felt troubled, it felt like the devil was lurking around ! to make matters worse, the closer we got, the longer the journey became. It was simply hard to hold!

As we moved through outering Road, she switched from her horrible and improbable to believe tales and began to ask me questions that I did answer with a heavy heart, I did not feel like answering them anyway so I just responded to them as they came…Trying to learn everything about me, she started with asking my age as she stretched her arm towards the back seat, I wasn’t sure what she was reaching for but I felt scared, shaking as I stammered my age. Not as expected, she got nothing from the back seat. Instead, she brought her arm up in front of me, reaching for my lap claiming that she was looking for her phone which was on the dashboard, the same phone she had been using all the while. I was just surprised, It was like looking thoroughly for shoes that are already on your feet.

Wait, I slurred over how opposite she was from what is believed to be a female driver, she was driving in a devil-may-care type of way, very reckless. She drove down outering road touching herself in a tender manner as if she was sexually attracted to herself. In my mind she was intending to do something, it was the second time she was looking for her phone on my lap! What the hell ! I speedily behaved in response with total turndown. She then continued driving, having nothing to neither say nor ask but, “which road should we take ?”

We were approaching Taj Mall when Violet started complaining, she was muscled and had to let loose her bladder, she reached for her bag which was resting at the back seat, and slowed down towards a lorry which was right in front of another lorry. She parked between the lorries and took her bag towards a midnight dark place, I suspected something fishy, but this time I left it to God, I uttered a prayer and kept in good condition my cool. She returned, holding something on her hand, I looked at her keenly as she opened the drivers door energetically. She got into the car and for the third time and now continued despite opposition and discouragement tried looking for her phone on my lap. She had already started the car and as a result to defend myself against asault without doing anything stupid to her, I tried to jump out of the moving car. She never expected that, she expected me to comply, probably it was not her first time doing that…It was close to midnight, the road was clear and the night as silent and dark as a graveyard, It was a good distance left before I reached my place of work, but I was willing to walk. I ordered her to stop the car, I was terrified, and I wished I had cancelled the ride as soon as I felt something was amiss.

She was horrified at my reaction. I did not get out of the car, but all I wanted was to get out. I felt threatened, I had never felt this way before, the actions kept echoing in my head.
In the end, the trip came to a close. I just wanted to read the end code and get out of the car, but as if all that drama was not enough her phone was now locked and for her to key in the end code, I had to pay 95 shillings to get her phone operating again.She had gotten her phone from Mkopa Loan and she was expected to pay for it daily. I had no choice but to pay the money because the longer I stayed in that car, the more I was terrified of the environment that sorrounded me. I followed the payment procedure, read the end code and got out of the car without saying a word.

As I walked to the gate, I felt comfortable but troubled. My night became a blur of trauma that taught me how impossible it is to evade fear and that it is important to respect your instinctst.
The series of occurrences is no reason to judge female cab drivers, it was just a single persons action that would not allow for unnecessary statement and opinion about all female cab drivers as much as it was my first time being driven by a female driver.

@okelododdychitchats

Hello friday
Be well-bred
Well-bred to my personage,
My “tank”
Exactly! To my not more than 1000cc tank
Flood tide by excess of what it can have within…

Hello friday
Be well-bred
To my uprightness
To my conduct that conforms to an accepted standard of right or wrong
Friday! I cry be genteel…
I want to swallow in “liquid” ;
But not shut-eye in the filthy trenches
But not sound off wording “onge”
I want to consume just above my tank’s real estate but not set free my bladder in the middle of the roads
I want to take in and stilly have a relaxed journey on foot home
So friday be well-bred

Hello friday
Be well-bred
Disgrace I do not want to accept gladly
A topic I do not want to create
My pockets I do not want to empty
Friday! I cry
Keep me well-conditioned
I want to be all right
So friday be well-bred

@okeldoddychitchats

In the heart of Nairobi’s embrace,
Where nameless faces find their place,
Losers and winners both reside,
A rose amidst thorns, dreams collide.
Free-to-all, its spirit soars high,
Under Nairobi’s vast open sky.

Within this niche of sweet confusion,
Blocks rise in environmental fusion,
Yet amidst the stench that fills the air,
Charity falters, lost in despair.
Oh Nairobi, in shadows and light,
Struggles persist, day turns to night,
Nature’s might overpowers man’s will,
A dance of dark and light, standing still.

A cradle of cons, this city lies,
Compacted buildings, truth in disguise.
Well-built structures, unheralded fame,
Poorly named buildings, lost to shame.
Oh Nairobi, a city of extremes,
From scorching sun to cold moonbeams,
Yet even in darkness, a spark ignites,
And shadows retreat when dawn takes flight.

Like ants, we tread on streets alike,
A multitude moving, in unity strike.
Busy we seem, but not all souls strive,
In this city built on dreams, some connive.
Nairobi, where dust and roads align,
Matwanas race, their engines whine,
In sardine-packed streets, chaos reigns,
The cold-eyed jam, frustration stains.

Oh Nairobi, your contradictions enchant,
Where hope and struggle deftly plant,
In the symphony of life’s grand play,
Your captivating spirit holds sway.

@okelododdychitchats