I am always late for work. There. I've said it. And the frustrating thing is that my lateness isn't caused by traffic or some unpredictable morning disaster. Most of the time, it is entirely my own doing. I wake up and make my coffee. Then I get back into bed, which is right by the window, cross my feet, face the window and slowly sip my coffee. And when I say slowly, I mean slowly. I look at the trees. I watch the birds. I feel the morning sun on my skin. Sometimes I just sit there with my thoughts. I really love these mornings. I've also noticed something else. When I give myself enough time in the morning, my body usually does what it needs to do. A slow morning often leads to a bowel movement, which, as far as I'm concerned, is one of the must-haves of starting my day. And so I find myself wishing for more time. More time to sit. More time to drink my coffee. More time to maybe get outside and do some yoga or mat Pilates on the grass while the sun is stil...
If you live in Kenya, chances are you've had your fair share of traumatic, hilarious, or downright life-threatening experiences on either a matatu or a boda boda . These two transport options are the backbone of our daily hustle, but let’s not sugarcoat things—they are also sources of endless frustration and chaos. Matatus are a cultural phenomenon, doubling as mobile nightclubs, social classrooms, and financial black holes (fare hikes, anyone?). Boda bodas, on the other hand, are the adrenaline junkie’s dream (or nightmare). One moment you’re at point A, the next, you’re airborne over a pothole wondering if your life insurance is still valid. So, let’s talk about the good, the bad, and the outright ridiculous aspects of these transport options and how they can revolutionize Kenyan society (if only they got their act together). Matatu Madness: The Club on Wheels 1. The Glitz and Glamour of Kenyan Matatus Kenyan matatus are world-famous for their graffiti-style art , blasting musi...