Why I don’t tell the African story

I have heard that the easiest way to get understood is by telling your story.

But guys, the last ten months on Sweden have made me question whether this is really true.

I’m now at point where I only share my intimate stories with colleagues and very close friends.

I will tell you why….

1. Not interested

I have found myself in situations where someone asks me about my background and then they change topic mid explanation. It’s not only rude but that can really mess up your self-esteem as you are left wondering if you said something wrong.

2. Can’t relate

There is really nothing much I can do about this. I didn’t play with bouncing castles, never had an allowance and saw my first iceman here in Sweden. Our childhood stories are not compatible. Imagine explaining that I slid on slippery slopes and found that fun to someone who spent their childhood on roller coasters?


3. Not what they expected

Probably because of what they see on TV, some people don’t actually believe we have shopping malls or internet in Africa. And I can actually see the dissapointment in their faces when I try to share positive stories. It’s much better to leave things as they are.

4. Selfpity

Because of all the above scenarios, one can end up feeling sorry that no one seems to relate. I don’t want to feel bad yet I know I come from such a rich cultural background

5. Not necessary

Sometimes it’s better to take a back sit and just let it be. Don’t force conversations. Listen and learn but don’t force your stories on others.

The dog that ate underwear and other stories

Happy New Year guys!

Sorry I have not posted in a while because I have been busy settling in a new job.

I have dropped the pen indefinitely to pursue a career in customer relations at the Volvo Cars headquarters here in Gothenburg Sweden.

That, however does not mean that I have not been encountering the usual drama. As you may all recall, in my last post, I announced the death of our beloved Kisang’ule. Just to recap, Kisang’ule the loyal mongrel was poisoned by thugs.

Meanwhile, here in Sweden one of my confidante’s dog had a close shave with death. The dog had stomach issues for close to a month and eventually had to be rushed to emergency.

Guess what was ailing him? The damn thing had swallowed a tennis ball. Tell me, what hunger can lead a ball to swallow some furry plastic object?


I was really trying to be empathetic while listening to this sad story and could not keep a straight face anymore when my friend shared other examples. Like the fact that another dog swallowed socks and underwear. Guys, pause for a moment and imagine a vetinary surgeon inform you that your missing boxer or red thong has been retrieved from your dog’s intestines.

I swear, I don’t make this shit up so don’t look at me like that.

In other news, am entering this blog for nomination Bloggers Awards Kenya in May. You can also submit it on this link: https://submit.bakeawards.co.ke

I fit in creative writing, new blog and topical issues categories. Don’t forget to enter url as: http://catemukei.com

I hope we get nominated and hopefully win. I am really counting on your support!