Human contact for what?

A global quality of life survey earlier this year found that although Sweden was the top country in Europe for expats – it failed to make them socially accepted.

In Sweden you can live without human contact and survive. Just as long as you have the right instruments.

Recently while shopping in a thrift shop, I discovered an extendable back scratcher. Yes people, that’s a thing! I posted that in my Facebook and some of my friends said if the selfie stick became popular then this would do as well. But guys, what happened to asking your neighbor to scratch your back as you scratched his? Literally?

As if that wasn’t enough I also found a bedsheet that marks the halfway point to resolve all disputes. So if you are fighting with your man, he keeps to his side of the bed. What happened to family interventions? Who needs an expensive divorce when you have such a bedsheet?


I won’t even talk about humans who make a big deal of walking into a bar with jackets and having to hold them the whole time: “Had to wear a winter coat out to the bars. Now I have to hold on to it the whole night.”

Isn’t that what friends are for? To hold your coat as you dance?


Swedes are very polite in most aspects but lately I have been picking some weird habits from people who behave like they were brought up by wolves.
People seem to have no quams about ignoring people, whether they be neighbors or strangers asking for directions, thus they affront what would be a normal (in my view) persons sense of honor. Take for example the other day I walked into a make up store and the sales lady got hostile because I could not remember the exact name of the product I wanted. So hostile that she sneered and became impatient with me.


This is offensive to anyone with a sense of honor and would lead to confrontation or a slug out in many places yet the sense of honor and respect just doesn’t seem to be there.

Anyways, I reported this to the management of the store and it was solved promptly. I also spoke to a friend from the UK who shared similar thoughts. Customer care is lacking in Sweden. Pathetic!

Let Africa be!

First of all let me clarify that I have some amazing white friends who would be totally embarrassed to read this story.

This is not a racial profiling story but rather a story of a good night gone bad!

So the other day I attended a networking event that left a very bad taste in my mouth.

I was really dissapointed because this is something I had been looking foward to for weeks.

So what happened?


One of the speakers and a founder of the association said that she was involved in a project that didn’t go so well. “We were so excited about this project and we were about to do what white people do; save Africa!” I promise you guys. I did not make that up.

That ruined my mood and any ambition to be part of that women only movement because the lady in question is one of the founders. I was disgusted!

That was a case of White Savior Industrial Complex in general, because there is much more to doing good work than “making a difference.” Forgetting there is the principle of first do no harm. There is the idea that those who are being helped ought to be consulted over the matters that concern them.

But can I blame her? She probably has never travelled to Africa. I wonder what she is saving Africa from? From previous misdeeds by former colonies?

But how does one even think like that? Is it guilt and now trying to cover up for all the bad treatment? Is it what they watch on TV? But Sweden did not colonise anyone so why guilty? Perhaps guilt by association?

It’s so hard to share such a stories and others I have experienced because they are too stupid and sometimes even I can’t believe it happened.

I share these stories on my blog as therapy because like I said in my previous post; no one really understands it.

Blogging has been very therapeutic for me and I’m even happier that it has been nominated for 2018’s Bloggers Association of Kenya Awards in the Best Creative Writing category. To vote please follow this link .

UPDATE: I received an apology for this from the said organisation and I’m meeting them next week. I will update!

No new friends!

Guys, I just clocked a year in Sweden. I’m not sure how I feel. I have progressed alot careerwise but I’m afraid I may have lost some human values in me.

See, living in a new country is one thing but a new continent, extremely different culture has been tough. And I’m black. So have I experienced racism? Well, not outright but I’m treated differently. So draining when people assume you don’t know so much just because you come from Africa. When people try too hard around you. I’m black and being black is not a disability so stop being too sensitive around me. It’s disgusting!

Those unspoken weird behaviours have left me wondering if we as Kenyans are too nice to foreigners. I don’t trust myself anymore. How will I behave if I move back home? The fact that I even have such thoughts makes me believe that some bad people and their negative energy have gotten into me and broken me. Sad but that’s the truth.


I’m also at a point where I don’t want new friends. Not because I hate people but the process is really draining. Making new friends should not sound like a job interview. I don’t want to be anybody’s black token friend and when it comes to my African people; I don’t want people all over my business. It is for this reason that my conversations with people will henceforth began with: “Hi” and quickly end with: “Bye”. No small talk. Sounds harsh but I’ve had it.

I’m sorry for the negativity but I needed to vent. It’s very difficult to vent to anyone without sounding petty or insecure. This a personal struggle that even my loved ones cannot understand or assist.

Aside from that, this blog has been nominated for 2018’s Bloggers Association of Kenya Awards in the Best Creative Writing category. To vote please follow this link . I hope I make you happy enough to want to vote for me.

I’m moving to Panama!

So much has happened since my last blog post.

Most of it cannot be posted here because I still need the few friends that talk to me to keep doing that.

Guys, I live in a a country where one could stop talking to you because you sneezed. I swear I didn’t make this up. A friend told me she lost a friend because of her bright coloured clothing.

Anyway, I lost my ATM card a few weeks ago. I only noticed a day later and transfered all my money to my overseas accounts in Panama. Ok, fine I exaggerated but I did transfer it to a different account. See, most of the time if you lose your card you lose your money too. But my case is unique. A day before Easter, I received money from an unknown sender. And I thought to myself: “Illuminati is that you?” So I called a friend from Jehova witness to pray for me, informed my village witchdoctor and finally the bank. Not necessarily in that order but you get the gist?


My bank told me if I want to know the source, I have to pay them on an hourly basis. They also warned me not to use the money incase the owner comes for it. Ghasia! I’m planning to sue the bank and it’s relatives for suspense and mental torture.

As for whoever put the money there, I will find them and ….and….well there isn’t much I can do.

Aside from that, this blog has been nominated for 2018’s Bloggers Association of Kenya Awards in the Best Creative Writing category. To vote please follow this link . I hope I make you happy enough to want to vote for me.