My Java Relationship

I know I am not the only one in this town who has an abusive relationship with Java House.

Java, our beloved coffee house that used to have real nice brownies, great pepper steaks, fries and great coffee to boot.

Despite lousy service, lowered standards, slugs/ worms in salad, we still trudge back to Java as it has sentimental value to many of us. For some, it was the first place you had that great date (that ended in marriage a few years later), where you would meet friends and catch up over chocolatey milkshakes, prepare presentations over giant samosas. Sigh. Those were the days.

Java is still a great meeting place but to be honest the standards are not the same. Whether this has to do with the rapid expansion, or the changing of investors, who knows? But I know I am not the only one who misses the old Java.

Recent incidents have just made me mad. From two cockroaches at their sister outlet, delayed and orders delivered piecemeal, (the whole brunch ended up being on the house courtesy of / due to intervention by their marketing manager who was present at the time), soup overloaded with white pepper at Java Yaya, what is not happening to this source of pride for many Nairobians? Despite this, my two feet and silly brain keep returning.

Earlier today, H and I decided to have lunch with Njeri at their Upper Hill Branch. We have been there a few times before with nothing wrong happening. But today, despite it not being busy, we sat a cool fifteen minutes without being served. Oh, we had a menu on the table and Njeri had started her coloring but none of their staff bothered to come pick our orders.  A cool fifteen minutes with a hungry kindergartner and two hungry adults. Sigh.  One of their waitresses passed by three times, without a pause. Three couples got served before us. Fifteen minutes was too long a time to wait. So when the same waitress passed by I had to stand in her way to get her attention, but H was not having it, he had already picked our stuff and headed out. The waitress rushed to get the manager who followed me out begging us to come back that she would serve us ourselves. Ooook, I asked her why she would want to serve us, if her staff were not bothered and anyway, it was not going be a pleasant experience after my daughter asked “Why do they not want to serve us?”

How did I know it was fifteen minutes? I had my phone timer set as we had an order at a nearby chemist that we had been told will take fifteen minutes to be ready.

Am I done with Java House yet? How much more can I take? I do not know 😦



I do not like pranks. Not one bit.

So my friend Hash decided to play a prank on me a couple of weeks ago.

She is a great baker and always busy, but she was my choice to bake Leo’s third birthday cake. I had booked months before. Yes, months and even paid a deposit. All that was left was for her to deliver.

Hash is meticulous, keeps time and keeps her word so I was sure she did not need to be reminded about the cake.

A week to the delivery date, I texted her. This is the texterversation took place:-

Me: Hey dear, hope you have been well, are we still on this Friday?

Hash: Hey, Huh? What’s happening this Friday? I am not in the Country till the fifteenth, what was it about?

Me: I am to collect my son’s birthday cake.

Hash: Oh Shit! I completely forgot!!!

I started getting a bit mad…

Hash: So, what do we do?

Huh? Was she for real, chic was asking me what to do? I was officially pissed so I just texted H to let him know what had happened. All he did was text back “ It is ok, we will figure out what to do.”

I had to head into a meeting so I did not respond but I was not pleased and how could I get another baker to do a great job in such short notice?

When I got back to the office a couple of hours later, I decided to ask Hash for my refund and get an acquaintance who happened to be an upcoming baker to do the job for me. I was really disappointed as I know Hash is very OCD about her work even if it  was some emergency.

Then my phone beeped ..

Hash: Are you there? I was kidding.

Me: Silent and seething..

Hash: I hope I didn’t give you a mini heart attack, I was just pulling your leg and yes, we are definitely on for Friday.

WHAT? This lady was playing a prank on me the whole time?

Needless to say, Hash is so sweet , you just cannot get mad at her. LOL

Sigh. I was happy though but those two hours were torture for me, no pranking Mama Njeri please, a beg oh!

Here is the wonderful cake she baked for my son.

Stupidity at its finest

What is happening in our country is sad and I am pissed off!
I don’t know whether what happened in Mpeketoni was ethnic cleansing or a terrorist attack. All I know for sure is people died and our government failed us.
What is even more annoying are those twisted minds on social media hiding under pseudonyms claiming its only Kikuyu’s who died. I am a proud Kikuyu woman. And a Kenyan. I did not choose my tribe. I have not been favoured any way in my life because of my tribe.
I will never deny or apologise for my ethnicity.
I did not know belonging to my tribe makes me a lesser being. I did not care before but now I care.
Because of the vitriol coming out of some silly mouths.
Like my husband’s colleague who made a crude joke as he looked tired at work
“Kwani ulilala kwa msitu mkichinjwa?”
( you look like you slept in the forest being chased to be slaughtered?)
The person said this in a snide tone. I guess she thinks that funny because none of her relatives died in the massacre. Or she’s hiding in her tribal cocoon thinking she’s safe and can taunt the only Kikuyu in that office. That to me is Bull crap
I repeat. I will never deny my heritage to feel safe. I will never apologise for being Kikuyu. I am one. A proud one at that. And yes have lost friends and family in ethnic cleansing. To say I’m pissed is an understatement!

The Truth.

Saw this on Facebook and had to share as I am getting tired of the asssumption that only idlers bothered to go for the nominations. H, our folks, and kin alike plus friends showed up for the nominations, and they are not idlers or touts and no gooders as some opinionated people on social media would like us to believe. They are hardworking Kenyans who went to exercise their rights. Do they have jobs or other things to attend to? YES. But they chose to exercise their right first. H actually came home after work and went to vote. My friend was working in the queue having carried her laptop with her from work. Our cousin queued for 6 hours, 6! And he has a job too. i saw those queues as I took my daughter to the clinic and back. Most of those queueing were hardworking Kenyans like the rest of us, and their jobs or stature in life does not make them fools.  Your watchman could very well be smarter than you, knows his rights and exercises them but you actually have the gall to look down on him and assume he can only choose the stone throwing thug? NKT! who told you he did not vote for the guy ready to roll up his sleeves and work? Kenyans are well educated both in and out of the offices but that does not translate to good choices. So come March 4th, when all of a sudden the holier than thous will have the time to vote, vote too and let your choice be known, do not hate.
There is so much more I have to say but I came across this  piece that hit the nail right on the head. It is attributed to Pastor Pete Odera, do not know if it is his originally but he does have a point, a major one. Read on…
“Dear Nairobi’s Middle Class;

I can’t believe that an overqualified Jimnah Mbaru was defeated at the nomination stage for Governor of Nairobi!
I can’t believe that the best TNA representative for Senator emerged as Mike Mbuvi alias Sonko.
These are the guys ODM will face on March 4th?

How can this be when your tweets and posts declared Mr Mbaru’s resume the marking scheme for all CV’s?
How can it be after all the bile displayed on social media concerning Sonko’s theatrics?
I thought you would all turn up in large numbers and usher in a new era of issue based, professionalism in our city’s politics.
Well I guess that’s the folly of democracy-an overqualified person can lose to a popular under-qualified person.

Here is another irony however: The people you pay to do menial work, your house help, your cook, watchman & gardener are voting in whoever they like because they are more politically engaged and are more willing to bring change than you are.
I know you will probably argue with me about this but your behaviour this past week has proved me right.

When I went out there to participate in the nomination process (and I did and dragged & mobilised a few people) I didn’t see you.
I saw some edgy looking desperadoes, some over excited zealots and loads of house helps, cooks, watchmen & gardeners walking, riding (and in some cases being bussed) into polling centres where they waited and voted.
I saw a few of you more conscientious ones nervously make your way but I didn’t see you jam the centres as you jam Ngong road during “Sevens”.
I didn’t see you bring out the picnic baskets and the swag (fluffy dogs and all) like you do at “Blankets”.
I didn’t see you scrummage as you do when there’s a huge artist’s concert at Impala Club or some other place.

The simple reason is: You are more willing to read this online than to go out and vote.
You complain about politics and yet you are not a member of any useful organisation or political party except Facebook & Twitter-how these contribute to the betterment of our nation’s critical issues other than to launder diverse opinions is yet to become clear to me.
(If you are a member of a political party or other useful organisation, ignore this last remark).

Foolish & lazy but clever educated and honest people like you, are outdone by wily, uneducated & dishonest people because you do not have the guts or patience to wait in the same sun that your house help, cook, watchman & gardener are willing to brave to express their political opinion.

It’s true you were working on the day of the nominations but you wouldn’t sacrifice that day (or in this case two days) to bring quality people to the table so that there would be value driven leaders at the city gates for the next 5 years?

Oh I forgot, your leave days were exhausted from last years trip to Coasto!
If you brought out those hats that you wear at Concours and some Dasani it might have helped you beat the sun.
(It drizzled most of the morning by the way so a brolly might have helped more)

In case you are wondering who I’m speaking to-if you live in Nairobi and can read and understand this then the finger is pointing at you.

The reason ODM, TNA, URP, etc (which is not a political party but an abbreviation for the Latin et cetera) had shambolic chaos in the name of party nominations is because, unlike the generation that fought for independence you are sitting on the sidelines cheering-or in this case jeering.
You have complained that it was an exercise in futility and huffed and puffed at the irregularities and rigging-all of this you have done electronically on FB & Twitter etc by the way in the safety of your home, office or whatever comfort zone you hide in.

You are unwilling to be really engaged.
If Dedan Kimathi, Kungu Karumba,Achieng’ Oneko and the other independence heroes had your attitude and sat on the sidelines the Brits would still be here-yes we’d still be a British colony.
What sacrifice are you willing to make for a future generation in this regard?
What are you willing to do for the nation that’s not necessarily in your own interest?

You have another chance come March 4th.
But all you have to choose from are the people you didn’t nominate but who got the ticket because you decided to be pathetic and display political apathy.
Get off your lazy posterior (that’s a bleep word that I can’t say because I’m a Pastor but you catch my drift) and make a political difference will you?

What a place our political parties would be if you all were active members contributing your internet wisdom in practical ways.
What a country this would be if you all made sure quality people got into government by your conscious engagement.

Oh I forgot you’re too busy browsing Facebook, Twitter ad nauseam.
I tried anyway, just like the many good people who tried to get the nomination but didn’t.
Feel free to blast away your response here below if you went to nominate someone-at least in protest.
If you didn’t and still want to respond please tell us all why you didn’t-I will accept any real reason other than the apathy that was displayed this past week.
Pastor Pete Odera”



Love my job but..,

Ever been in a situation where you love what you do for a living but your employer just has this knack of ticking you off? That is how I am feeling right now. As I had mentioned earlier my employer only gives eight weeks maternity leave and you forgo your annual leave. Mean AND Totally Illegal, I know. So the Big Kahuna had a change of heart and communicated to all team leaders at a meeting a few weeks ago that he is very considerate and has decided to adjust our maternity leave to the legal guideline of three months plus annual leave! We were so happy but wait, guys it is not to be as there is no written communication to everyone else. Now my predicament is this. I have no problem with the eight weeks but i have two weeks of my annual leave pending which my dear supervisor had assured me to keep pending as i would still be entitled to them under the new rule. Now, my due date is Tuesday and I wanted to apply for my thirteen days first which I have earned over the year only to be informed that I cannot take them and my maternity leave. So, yours truly will forgo my thirteen days which will not roll over to next year, and work till the last day as there is no clear communication as to whether I apply for Eight weeks maternity or Twelve weeks. Really?  What century are we in again?

Irritating questions people ask

I’ve been asked so many questions by so many random people since my bump began to show but a few deserve some mention. First is “who is your doctor?” when this is from a well meaning friend or family member who knows all the doctors in Kenya that is fine. But random people? Eh NKT!              Others are the well meaning work mates self appointed nutritionists who have taken it upon themselves to inspect the lunch I’ve carried from home and ask why there are no greens? Do I need to explain to them the serious heart burn I’ve been getting so opt to have greens in the evening instead?                       Next is which hospital I have booked? Eh this is one question I also give random answers as I’ve heard and read enough horror stories of ALL the hospitals that can drive one to seriously consider a home birth!   
The questions are however mild compared to the advice I get. But that is a post for another day 🙂

Bad commercials

Is it me or are there some really bad commercials on our screens right now?

Ai, so many I do not know where to begin. What’s the deal with the Always ad coming up at what is dinner / family time in most homes. It is not a pleasant soundtrack to one’s dinner. And the Harpic toilet cleaner ad with Suzanna Owiyo, Woi, those ladies do not look as if they are affected by the cost of toilet cleaner,  ama it’s just me being judgemental.

The Molo milk ad where the inlaws have been asked for cows and bring packets of milk! And the bride to be plus the groom to be continue to snip open the packets… wait for it…using their teeth! 

 And the bread commercials, do not get me started on the Supa loaf one where the thugs break into some home and get distracted by the bread in the fridge. Bring back the Supa loaf ‘slices of life’ ad good people, it was much better.There is also the other bread ad, pole do not remember the brand, where it talks about having a great body and show some chic on the couch enjoying her slices. Huh?

I am not hating, we have some great creative talent here but I  do not like the current trend. And what’s the deal with all these ‘singalong/musical ads’. Can we have a change people! I like the Coca Cola one on a billion reasons to believe in Africa but today’s post is not about good commercials, but bad ones.

I will post Links to these ads later when and if I find them and you can also have a looksee tonight and tell me what you think.

Do you my dear readers agree with me? (at least those who watch local tv) 🙂

Of Public spaces and lousy breath


It’s been a while, battling a bad cough and cold and cannot take any medicine due to some circumstances “cough cough”.

Anyway, went to watch a play some time ago with Hubby, SILs and some friends. We did not all share seats so were scattered all over.

After the show, one of my SILs and friend confessed that they did not enjoy the comedy as much as we did as they were seated next to people with the most awful breath. Poor guys 😦

Its like being in a matatu and the guy next to you tries to strike up a conversation but the breath arrgh!!!

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Can you tell that person they have bad breath and if so how? This is a total stranger its not like a friend whom you can offer breath mints or tell them their breath stinks in a nice loving way.


Due to the nature of my job, I move around A LOT  in a day using matatus. I love observing how people behave in public. There was this poor girl who had a hard time getting in the matatu as she had some really really high shoes on that she could barely walk in, and she almost slipped and fell. Aiii, are stilettos worth a broken ankle?

Where I work


Where I work, maternity leave is 2 months only!  and….you forgo your annual leave too.

So,  you gotta work till the last day (yep till you give birth) so as not to lose the precious days) and if  you forgo your annual leave does that not mean that maternity leave is only one month and the rest your leave? And is maternity leave really leave? I mean are you not adjusting to the baby and changes to your body and all?

A colleague gave birth the other day straight after getting home from the office. she is fine thank God! and this is the norm at work, you cannot afford to take time off before your due date.  According to the big kahuna, most of his employees are ladies of childbearing age and he really cannot afford to have them on leave for the whole three months and anyway, he is known to argue, when expectant you are not 100% productive in your first and last trimesters so you really cannot afford to complain about the 2 months!

Ps: They omitted the above info during induction, how convenient don’t you think?

Thoughts my good people …………


Kiddish behaviour

Hope you all had a fabulous weekend.

Yesterday we attended our monthly Chama  meeting and all was well.   Afterwards, my SIL and a family friend of ours decided to play pool before leaving.  They paid for 2 games and started playing.

When a group of older men walked in, the bartender came and asked my SIL and Co. to wrap it up as the older guys wanted to play. (there is only one pool table in the place). My SIL said fine though it was interesting cause this guys had just walked in and had not even ordered drinks or settled down. The problem however was HOW the bartender said it.  It gets diluted in translation but it was something to the effect off get done and leave you’re wasting time for more serious players, and the guy stood there to wait. (BTW does this game even have a time limit?). Of course my SIL was offended and told him so and anyway they had paid so why not let them finish in peace and leave. then this guy reacts in a weird way pushes them and takes the balls off the table and walks off in a huff!

Now, SIL and Co. got mad and followed the guy to find out what’s wrong, and he keeps going on and on about how disrespectful young people are and our money is not important as we are not heavy spenders and on and on and on. the whole thing was just ridiculous. Mind you, this barman is in his late fifties.  So sis asked for her money back and the guy refused. We were all confused as to what this guy’s problem was. By now, the whole room was watching the whole exchange. the other staff intervened but the guy still stood his ground, no balls n refund.

So we asked if they have a problem with clients of a younger age, and if that is the case, why not put a notice. We have used that place since last year and have never taken alcohol or been loud, we just meet, eat and leave. It took H and the other staff  a while to calm everyone down and we decided to leave. But I wonder why some older people just seem to have an intense hatred towards younger people.