Nasty Affairs and Smoothies

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By Tabitha Makumi,

Lately I have been involved in a risqué affair. You know the kind that leaves you with an acrid taste in your mouth? Not that kind. This one has got me by the balls and I can’t just shake it off. Do I love this little nasty affair of mine? Most times, and other times I can’t stand the person staring back at me when I look in the mirror.

Quite hyperbolic to define my affair with books and TV. But I guess that was fun. I have been cheating on books with TV. It all started as fun. What’s the harm in spending a couple of hours watching Law and Order (SVU) or Mad Dogs if I am in a mood for a good laugh? No harm in that, right? (Btw, you’ve got to watch mad dogs if you haven’t already. Brilliant show)

I tend to like people who agree with me (Narcissistic, I know.) so let’s just say, there’s nothing wrong with watching a little bit of telly every now and then. Some days you just want to laze around on the

weekends and watch the darn TV without second guessing yourself or thinking “Well, there goes three hours of my life I will never get back.”

But there’s something about books though. At the end of the day, you will always come back to books. It’s like a coming home feeling. You can cheat all you want, get seduced by all these NBC, Netflix and Amazon crime dramas but nothing beats a good old novel. Whatever genre rocks your boat.

So, we agree. Nothing wrong with watching TV every now and then so long as you know where you stand with your first love…. Right?


(Picture Oprah)You get a smoothie, you get a smoothie…..everybody get a smoothie!  Seriously, smoothies are magical and the only thing which vexes me about making them is washing the blender. Other than that I could live on smoothies all day every day. Well, until you get a whiff of fries in the office and the animal in you awakens with a vengeance. And you haven’t craved fries until you’ve had a green smoothie for breakfast and you’ve sworn off fried anything.

“What’s that you are having,” a curious person will ask

“A smoothie,” you will respond with a smile because you are proud of your creation.

“What’s in it?”

“Mangoes, bananas, cinnamon, milk, yogu….”

“Whoa….did you just say yogurt?”

“Yes, it makes it thick,” you will try to explain yourself.

“But why do you have to blend them? Why can’t you just have the fruits and drink the yogurt later…”

At this point you want to defend the smoothie. Roll up your sleeve and say, “listen here buddy, say all you want about my weave but no one comes between me and my smoothies” and then go all Russian mob on their ass.

“It is better this way,” you will instead hear yourself say and hate your soft choice of words. Next time. There’s always a next time for a better comeback.

Long Live Smoothies!