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A TRIBUTE TO MY 2018

If you are a regular here, there are two posts I want to refer you to. https://www.shufaayakut.com/article/a-tribute-to-2017/ and https://www.shufaayakut.com/article/chapter-24/ . A tribute to my 2017 talks about how my 2017 was and chapter 24 talks about the lessons I learned in the 24 years I've lived in this world. This year, I want to talk about resolutions and goals but…read more
Lifestyle

SURVIVAL KIT

I'm a first born in a family of 2girls and a guy (not sure whether he's a boy or man now). My sister is only 8years and she is one reason why I am making this announcement today. This should have come on the international day of girl child, as per my intentions but we'll, we plan and God plans.…read more
Lifestyle

THE COLLEGE HOSTEL ROOM 1

When the sun sank, Sumaya started waking her up. She had been calling her name for like twenty minutes now. Raya was not even close to opening her eyes, unusually. Sumaya started getting worried but the only positive thing was that Raya was still breathing. She slept at 2pm and instructed Sumaya to wake her up at 5pm so that…read more
Lifestyle, Poetry

EID MUBARAK 2017

It is finally eid and we say AlhamduliLlah for witnessing yet another moment of celebration which only comes once.  It is two days past eid and it is not too late to share with you my thoughts about Eid . Many people pray to see it but their fate doesn't take get them here. The few of us who witness it…read more
Lifestyle

IN THE WORLD OF WOMEN

It is 12:30pm i am in a probox, stuffed up with speakers as if we were announcing a new radio station launch in town. It is silent though, but of course I guess it was meant for announcing something very soon because the car itself comes from a politician’s office. Afterall I am in,  not bothered by anything outside. Just then two ladies in the small car start arguing and almost went on fighting is when I realise I see beautiful avocados outside the car window besides me. I decide to keep myself busy by taking random photos because where we are, I cannot step down. we are in the middle of old town, the size of the street here, a small car can pass has an allowance of an avocado cart and one man to stand sideways. The driver is tired of taking these ladies round who are on a job of distributing some invitation cards for an event I guess. I am not sure I am just a car rider and observer, by default I’d be here who doesn’t know I love road trips and interior-outdoor activities? I am seated behind The driver, and a lady on my left, let us call her lady X. The seat infront of hers seats a smaller version of her size we can name her lady Y. I am the smallest, or maybe tiniest among the ladies but the driver is skinny (no pun intended). The driver asks lady X if she done with delivery in that area so that we can move on to another location, lady X keeps on explaining a point that was made clear to her since morning.
Driver : any other delivery in Kibokoni?
Lady X: I don’t know about Kibokoni but I have one for old town, near Forodhani.
This one makes me laugh a little and exites my soul. Basically Kibokoni and old town are just one thing but I don’t have a better explanation for this at the moment. Provided I am the only Muslim-swahili lady in this small car I expect they have to listen to me but trust me, everyone knows it all. Thanks to Google Map but after the statement about Kibokoni and old town held my throat in laughter, I decide now they are listening to me. In my good mood I think of a friend and dial his number to say hi because the previous day I was in a very bad mood I felt guilty that I never got time to share my smile with him. Too bad he doesn’t pick up but I wanted him to find me in the middle of the laughter, he would ask me what i’m laughing at (because he has the habit of getting in all the conversations i put him in, or the ones he just find me in) then I would tell him the narrative about Kibokoni and old town.
I am now so happy so I alight the car and say hi to a farfetched grandfather in old town. We are near his house so I remember his existence. In as much as everyone is tired and the driver claims to be running late, blessings never killed anyone. While I am walking over to the door the friend called back. He asks about my current mood and I tell him it is super nice. He doesn’t bother to ask why though. Maybe it was non of his business anyway. I say hi to him and now we’re good. He asks where I am and I tell him i’m at forjesus, well I lied. Again I say I am around old town so the choice is his, the point is I am at that place, not too big a lie is it? I think I corrected myself and it isn’t a lie anymore.
After the greetings and blessings i go back to the car and the old town, Kibokoni conversation goes on.
Lady X : I have remembered, I have one for the guy you told me about in the morning
Me: leave the guy alone
Lady Y: Ushaelezwa Mara ngapi that guy ni family member atapelekewa tu na sistake.
Lady X: Oooh sikua nimeelewa
Lady Y: we nawe tumia common sense
Lady X now fumes because of the statement. She feels inferior and interprets it as she doesn’t have the brains to understand, she feels insulted. Of course she is,  myself I feel a li’l bit shaken.
Lady X: (louder now) Sasa Kwani nimelazimisha ilikua tu Sijaelewa kama wanaishi Nyumba moja I thought delivery would be better. Usiniingilie ivo kwanza Sijaongea na wewe naongea na driver.
Lady Y: (in a polite tone) Basi yaisheeeeeee [the ‘e’ is as long as you can pull it]
This one now burn her to the highest degree, she feels like she can explode and bursts out the f* word. The car stops moving, my blood runs cold and lady Y goes silent digesting the moment. Thirty seconds of silence. She then turns back and asks “unanitukana Mimi imekufanya nini? ” in a rather politer voice. I feel pained. I feel like I want to revenge on her behalf, I mean, why is she so lenient on this? I am at my boiling point but silent serves me better.
Lady X: nitakutukana tena na tena unaninyamazisha Kama Nani?
Lady Y:(calmly)  I think you have personal issues with me, such a small thing cannot boil a person to that point
Lady X: (loudly still) I don’t have personal issues  whatsoever you call them first of all I do not know you, we just met here and you shouldn’t get your nose in my business.
Lady Y: (louder now, in an annoyed voice)  woman you are now getting into my nerves and I will not sit down and watch you.
She raises up and faces directly  back her seat where lady X is sitting, points at her, almost in an attempt of hitting her. “you are so stupid you hold grudges for no reasons and wait for moments like this to revenge”
Lady X: …….silent……
Me: Lahaula walaa quwwata Illa biLlah
Lady Y Sits back on her seat and faces forward. The car has started moving now in a slow motion having no clear direction of where we are going next.
Lady Y: Usione watu amenyamaza ukadhani utatutusi tu tukuangalie this is maturity my friend but everybody is capable of saying all kind of shit.
Me: (looking outside the window where I spot the beautiful avocado and old men from the coast smiling) Wacha nipige picha ya Ma avocado hapa, ndo ilobaki.
I want to take a snap chat video but I feel the sound of abusive words will ruin my story and again I feel the  loss of muting it and losing its full content. I take random pictures with my phone’s  camera. The car is in silent. The devil has gone I guess. So I decide to break it.
“where are we going now? ” we head on to Forodhani, in silence.

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Article, Lifestyle

JEWELLERIES HAVE LIFE IN THEM; THEIR COLOURS SPEAK, SAY WHAT LIFE FAILS OF.

Accordng to dictionaries, jewelleries are articles of gold, silver, precious stones, etc., for personal adornment, such as necklaces or cuff links,including those of base metals, glass, plastic, or the likes My pretty heads tells me, it is anything that a accessories a person either from wool, rope, iron, beads, shells tires etc. In modesty we say your jewellery is how…read more
Lifestyle, Religion

WORLD HIJAB DAY KENYA

His, my name is Shufaa. I am 22 years,not yet married probably waiting for one of my non-existing aunties to claim she has a son from Dubai whatsoever, who has saved his 3 months' salary to pay my dowry. Hahahah, this is actually what seventy percent of people think about the Muslims in Coast. That aside, I studied mass communication…read more
Lifestyle

MEMORIES OF YESTERWEEK

When they turn to the left side of Makadara grounds towards Markiti (of course that was their final destination however far it sounds), the tuktuk speeded off and for a moment i was scared he was gonna take a wrong direction or just do something fishy. He was suspicious. The tuktuk was closed on the right side, tinted, with a…read more