Eye boogers. The phrase and I were introduced about 3 years ago. Before then, I called them masovi, which is their Kamba equivalent.

Isn’t it fascinating that there are mother-tongue words that withstood colonial whitewashing? Tell me about some of your masovi in the comment section of Kessentials’ first Instagram reel tomorrow. 🙈

Hata Hana Haya

You know how the window seats of bus backseats get—you’re likely to get so squeezed that you feel inclined to suspend part of your arm outside the window for some reprieve.

There I was, the second last one to board this minibus. I took the back right window seat, and some guy we’ll call Dick followed suit, occupying the only remaining one to my left. I immediately disliked Dick because, despite our cramped layout, he found the space to manspread. But quickly, Murphy's law revealed itself.