So I traveled during the weekend to Eldoret to see my mum. She is Eldoret folk officially. Has been since 2015 when she moved here for real to focus on her. Her career, her peace of mind #mumgoals ❤ This place is like second home. Yaani ni shagz. My parents will probably retire here. We’ll be bringing our grandkids to see shosh here, my siblings and I.

I hated this place at first. When it’s cold, you’ll catch frostbite I swear. When it’s hot, it’s accompanied by dust. A blizzard. It just wasn’t Nairobi if you know what I mean. But then that’s why I came to love it. It’s so different. It has this perfect blend of urban and rural that just works for me. Long story short? I love it here.

So far, I have gotten a nice welcome.


I arrive in Eldoret town. I call my mum to come pick me up.

“How many bags do you have?”

“Two. A duffel bag and a bag pack.”

“Kwani you’re moving here and you didn’t tell me?” (My greatest weakness in life, after sugar and cats, is packing. I ALWAYS over pack for any occasion.)

“Mum hurry! It looks like it’s gonna rain. Staki nywele yangu inyeshewe.

“Relax. It hasn’t rained here since end of January. I’ll be there in 5minutes.”  She got there after 45minutes. Glad it didn’t rain.

We pop by her friend’s work to say hi(aka to show me off). African parents are professional ‘childrenshow offers‘. She introduces me to the friend. The friend is so shocked that my mum could have a grown up kid like me, she looks so young. 

“Soon cows will be coming to your home ey?”

“Haha you know it!”

“My brother-in-law is her age. You know my husband’s family has many cows.”

“Is he the one studying medicine? That one could work. What do you think Tess?” What do I think about a mock arranged marriage? Lord let it rain right now. Please open the heavens now!


Slept in till 10am. Jet lag probably,lol. Had the whole house to myself. Little sister went to school. Mum went to work. Due to certain circumstances, I was not feeling ‘peoplely’. I locked myself in and watched movies with earphones on.

*knock knock

“Hey Selina are you home?”

*holds breathe and waits in silence for person to go away. I’m afraid if I even inhale, they’ll hear me and know I’m ignoring them and that is just rude. Better to let them think I’m asleep. Don’t judge me. I cannot be the only person who does this. Sometimes you just do not want to see people.


My mum sings in the church choir so she left early for practice. My sister and I had to follow her afterwards. Obviously we were late. I am a chronic late comer, always have been but this time it was not me. My sister was having a Diva Moment. She wouldn’t go to church if she didn’t find a suitable hairstyle. She found one. We were late anyway.

After church we go to congratulate my mum(she has the highest soprano in that choir.) Now,  I’m usually not shy, just awkward, but the looks I was getting from people got me feeling suspicious. Did I have a wardrobe malfunction and these overly conservative church women  are afraid to tell me? (You’d be surprised how often this happens to me.)

Mum breaks away from the choir to say hi. She’s beeming.

“These women are unbelievable!”

“What did they do?”

“They can’t believe that I have an older daughter who is so beautiful!” I laugh dismissively but blush inwardly. Pssh these women are probably too drunk on the Holy Spirit, that’s what is happening.

“They even recommended some of their handsome sons Tess.”

So my gut was right! I was right to be suspicious. Where is the rain when you need it?


This place is where I fell in love with running in the mornings(nothing to do with Kalenjins, everything to do with nature.) So  I was planning to go running you know? Start the week right!

*alarm goes off at 6:30am

Me : What? Is that cold? I can’t feel my toes, can’t feel my bum either. Let me sleep till 7am. I’ll go running then.

I guess my demons followed me to Eldoret.


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