The god of Talk


“So, actually this didn’t bother me. What bothered me was that she acted like we are friends!” She turns from the dresser mirror and looks at you. “Can you believe that?” You shake your head. You can’t believe it. It should be on Ripley’s show.

“So, anyway. Today we had this ka-office thing where we have lunch out of office every two weeks. The company pays half. It’s meant to bring us all together, you know, gel and whatnot because on any other day, most of us just eat from our desks. Me, I don’t see the need to eat with colleagues to be honest.” She lifts her slender shoulders in a shrug.

She’s just showered and has a towel tied right to the under of her armpits. Her back glistens with little beads of water. “Anyway, so we go to this new place just outside our office that sells seafood but then when we get there two guys say that they don’t eat seafood. Meanwhile, an email had been sent two days earlier asking if everybody was fine with seafood. Nobody said a word. Not one person. Now all of a sudden they realized that they swell when they eat seafood, so we had to leave and find another place. You know that restaurant that is past that building that burnt?” She looks at you through the mirror.

“Which one?”

“Si you know that building where Mugo used to work?”

“Tausi road?”

“Me I don’t know the names of roads. Anyway, leave that road and take the opposite road and use that back route that sometimes matatus take and it will lead you out to the mall.” She adjusts her towel and you catch a quick glimpse of her breasts as she does that. “Anyway, there is a new restaurant in that building. The food isn’t all that. She sat next to me and this chick was just acting like we are best of friends! I mean! She even asked to taste my steak!”

She makes a face, the kind of face one makes when they have had too much vodka and they want to throw up in a bush.

“By the way, I wanted to just push the whole plate at her and tell her, you can have it. It’s like when a fly dies in your soup. I was full of her up to here.” She touches her forehead with the edge of her palm. There is a brief lull as she opens a drawer to the dresser and rummages through it. You take this opportunity to pick your book to read but as soon as you open a page she says. “That environment is too toxic for me. I don’t see myself working there by June. I just can’t with those people. Do you think I’m overreacting?”

You shake your head. “Not at all.”

“I can’t deal by the way. If it’s not her it’s our COO, he’s so exhausting. I told you that he increased our targets.”


“I told you!” She exclaims as she applies some ointment from a small pink tube written Vitamin E. It’s supposed to be anti-wrinkles but it’s also anti-ageing, anti-carjacking, anti-constipation, the only thing it can’t protect her from is office politics. “By the way, I forgot to tell you the venue of Christine’s wedding has been moved to Naivasha -”

“You told me.”

“I did?!” She looks at you with surprise.

“Yeah, jana. You called me, remember?”

“Me I’m not going to Naivasha by the way.” She says. “Sijui the accommodation only is going to be like 20K, we have already forked out 30K in the committee and then there is the dress to think about…kwanza this reminds me, I called my fundi and she never called me back. Aki fundis will be the end of me. This guy keeps saying the dress will be ready in a few days times and it’s been…when did I take the fabric to him, do you remember?”

“What fabric?”

“For the…are you even listening to me, surely?” She walks to the wardrobe and fetches her nightdress. A flimsy netty number that can’t stop a swarm of bees from passing through. “I hate it when I speak to you and you are just reading. Am I boring you with my stories?”

“No. Come on.”

You – propped against the head of the bed, try as interested as you can.

“Did you ask your guy if he can get my friend a car?” She unties the towel and stands there naked as she slips into the scandalous nightdress. You didn’t ask your guy but you can’t say you didn’t ask your guy because that will open a Pandora’s box. So you say you did and he will get back to you tomorrow with some pictures of possible cars.

“She really needs a car of her own,” she says, closing drawers, closing closet doors, locking the bedroom door with a key, hanging the towel on the hook behind the door and walking back to the mirror to inspect her teeth in the mirror. “ I need to see the dentist.” Long pause. “Anyway, that story of sharing a car with her husband isn’t working. At all! She just can’t deal. Also, her husband is causing because he’s not being consulted on what car she wants to buy. Why are guys like that?”

She gets under the covers and places her leg over your thighs and stares at you, obviously waiting for you to answer why guys are like that.

“Guys have issues.” You mumble unconvincingly. Her legs are warm, like she had been walking in the sun.

“My mom called me today.” She says, lowering the timbre of her voice. “Apparently she discovered that my dad sold a shamba without telling her. There was this shamba that they bought sijui when we were in primo – kitamboo – and she thought it was still there. Kumbe he sold it in 2015! She is pissed off! So pissed! Even I would be pissed off. Where is my phone, by the way?” She looks around the room. “I think I left it in the sitting room, si you go get it for me?”

So you go and fetch the phone like a good dog.

“I will set the alarm for 5:30am, I want to wake up early and finish that proposal I was telling you jana.” She sets the alarm and puts away her phone. “What do you think she should do?”

“Who should do what?”

“My mom!”

“Oh, I don’- “

“Because me I don’t want to ingilia their issues.” She says switching off the lights. “ Because then I will be forced to take sides and I don’t want to take sides. The problem is my dad is just recovering from that surgery so it’s also not a good time for my mom to start that story, and you know how my mom can talk someone’s ear off, she will bang on about that story for the next five years, you wait and see.”

You grin at the pot in darkness. Or maybe she’s the kettle and her mom is the pot.

“But it’s not fresh, what he did. Not fresh at all.” She turns away from you, “please scratch my back?”

She doesn’t say where, so you use your acute superpower of sixth sense to guess which part is itching and scratch the area below the neck. “Not there…” she mumbles. “Further down…no, a little to the left….not your left, my left….yes there. Sawa. Thanks.”

“I just remembered that I have a nail appointment tomorrow. I think I will just hepa the office.” She switches on the lights and picks your book . “You haven’t finished reading this book kwani? I need to buy a Kindle for my niece. The other weekend when I had gone to drop off my sister at home she had just come back from the salon, she had done braids, she has that beautiful long hair that we don’t have. You know that beautiful long kinky hair? Yeah, so adorable. I think she takes her hair from Chris’s side. Imagine how unfair God is, giving a man great hair and eyebrows and my sister such bad nails. Have you noticed my sister’s nails?”

“No.” (A lie).

“Are you sleepy?”

“No.” (Another lie)

“Is your car still making that noise?” She asks not because she wants to hear the answer, you suspect, but to try and not let you fall asleep.

“No.” You mumble. She switches off the lights.

She’s now absentmindedly playing with the hair on your chest, holding one and pulling them, trying to unpluck them as if testing if they are indeed embedded in your body or they are fake. That shit is painful. If this is foreplay it isn’t working. At all.

“Tomorrow I will have to go see my dad. You want to come?”

“I have this mee-”

“I will get him pears. I saw pears the other day at the grocery, I think they are back in season. He loves pears. In fact, if it was up to him he would only eat pears, that’s why he’s so skinny. Do you know he weighed himself before the surgery and he was a mere 65kgs, the way he’s tall, he now looks like a pine tree. How much do you weigh now?”


“I’m even scared to stand on a weighing scale. Judy told me ati we start that intermittent fasting this last week but aii, I shuku those things ati sijui juice fast, intermittent fasting, it’s all a fad.” You don’t know who the hell Judy is but it doesn’t matter, she could be called Nancy and the story wouldn’t change. “You know my colleague did that and she lost five kilograms after three weeks only to discover that it was water weight.” She giggles. “Are you sleepy?”

“No.” You mumble, your throat full of sleep. You are grateful that it’s dark in the room so you are listening with eyes closed, but are only looking out for questions, which might come from the blue.

“Will you wake me up tomorrow?”

“You already set the alarm.”

“Oh, but you can still wake me up.” She says.

“How?” You rub her thigh seductively. She ignores you.

“I plan to do pap-smear tomorrow by the way. I think I’m due. I was hoping my period would have come and gone by now so that I do it after, but they seem to be waiting to see who will blink first. They have become so erratic lately, I think also I need Maria to check out the coil, sometimes I feel it digging into me.”

You don’t know why you thought her gynae was Lucia. But Maria and Lucia are not too removed.

“Time flies so fast, it’s only the other day that I put this coil, can you imagine it’s been four years already. I remember putting it when I started my last job at that Indian place. By the way, I ran into the Indian boss of mine juzi, I told you? At Serena, I was putting my bag and phone through the security thingi when I heard someone call me. He was with his wife who had on a long beautiful sari and a dot on her forehead. They looked so cute together. He told me that the door was open for me to go back. I would have to eat all my earrings first to go work for that man again. If I remember how stressed I was working there! Waah! Do you recall that time we -…are you sleeping….Tim?…”


“You are sleeping?”



“Yeah?” Your eyes fly open.

“You are sleeping and I’m talking to you!”

“I’m not sleeping.”

“What did I say?”

“Water weight?”

“You are sleeping.”

“OK, a little.”

She sighs.

This could be how it feels like to have Safaricom’s Postpaid; 400mins of talk-time and 5GB data for 1000 bob. That’s like a marriage.

Visit for more information on the NEW post-pay packages and select your preferred plan.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

    1. I can relate to the threatening statement ‘what was I saying?’ and I realize my mind was in Timbuktu as the story went on at the Limpopo. I have been reminded of countless things I have been told and cannot recall being told that it has been concluded I ‘do not listen‘, though on oath I could swear I was not told but for the sake of world peace, I do not allow such a misadventures. At some point I had to mention, if it’s important, do not tell me as navigate the roundabout. A number of times I have been shown a WhatsApp as I drive….c’est marriage….

  1. Hahaha…27 stories told in 33 minutes.. You are meant to pretend to be following..animatedly. Its the reality on the ground..

  2. I was wondering where you were heading with this story, kumbe ni safaricom. But it’s quite entertaining. Are we women really like that?

  3. Verbosity at its best.. What a night, what a marriage…
    If this is how it goes out here then I am not getting into it any sooner.

    1. Are you kidding me? A night! it is every night from day one. On a good day. When she has been to the office. Wait until that until she starts her maternity leave and in the evening she craves adult conversation…… a long journey it is going to be.

  4. Haha, I did not by any means see that Safaricom link coming at the end. And for some reason, I was excited seeing a Biko email on a Monday. Especially this Monday full of sulk and anxiety. I guess nothing beats a heartwarming tale of a typical woman story-telling techniques on a day like today.

    Have a safe week gang! Wash your hands, stay away from people and read those boring WHO guidelines on Corona at least once. They are boring but kinda the manual for survival.

  5. What is the day today again? I had to double check. This reminds me of the level of loquacity an ex-girlfriend used to make me go through every night. Sleeping while she was blabbering on was a crime that had far reaching consequences in that house.

  6. My boyfriend sent me this article to read through,accurate to the coreI have died and died
    Thanks Biko for spicing up my Monday with this read

  7. Nice read………hahahhaha some women can be the real chatter boxes…..I guess I may be as well but a little not like in this piece where she has like 40 something stories in 15 minutes.

  8. Biko this is a nice read gets one wondering what it is at the start………hahahhaha some women can be the real chatter boxes…..I guess I may be as well but a little not like in this piece where she has like 40 something stories in 15 minutes.

  9. I like how you create these conversations, they feel real and funny. I can always visualize them in my head.

  10. Hahahahah I did not mind this lights on post at all.. and 1000 mins 15 gig for 2k or 1500mins 25gig for 3k would be better plans.

  11. The stories are too much.She has planned her tomorrow wit so many activities that you are not sure will be met.
    i think i know someone like this.

  12. The little thorns that come with our roses, hehe! These daughters of Eve; human, guilty but the entirely beautiful!
    …and I love pears too. It is my best fruit among few. My friends joke that I am a luhya who can have only pears for supper.

  13. I won’t be honest in my observation as she will read it…nice read. I pity the husbands/boyfriends who will have this article read out to them

  14. I think you have captured it all! She has narrated like eight different stories at the same time shifting through them like a gear lever

  15. I can relate . When it reach such a point you play cool coz chaos can erupt anytime .
    Ladies are just Amazing creatures .

  16. Warh that safarciom ad transition I did not see it coming
    But I like it. I’ve seen Youtubers do that with this sponsored videos like from skillshare etc.
    Great transition there!
    I welcome a Biko post on a Monday cause God knows it is needed considering how gloomy this day is turning out to be

    I appreciate the post and welcome more unexpected posts on gloomy days as this day. Whoever thinks so too ; show it in the like❤

  17. And you wonder why women ain’t super humans. How many different conversations can you count in this? I’m sure all this happened in les than 30mins.

  18. I can relate! Women have Energizer batteries in them, they keep going on and on and on and on and on and on…. It would also have turned out to be an Ad for Energizer batteries ha!

  19. If not for the wrong names,i thought you had a recorder on my bedroom wall. Give me a break, I have a target of 8000 words a day. Lucky me, he listens. As for me, It’s……..therapeutic.

  20. “Can you believe that?” You shake your head. You can’t believe it. It should be on Ripley’s show.

    This line has killed me. It’s also the line that told me I’m in for a good laugh and I have not been disappointed 😀

  21. She better talk and talk. I bet no man wants to come back to his talky Nancy only to find her sulky and quiet, mumbling yeah..and uh-uh to his questions. That would be walking on landmines…

  22. i laughed this out…but i dont talk nowadays when i realized that you people get too used to someone talking when all u do is use your eyes and not replying a thing.Aghrrrr

  23. My head was buzzing reading all those random conversations.. how can one talk about 50 things at a go? Sorry my Mr. if I’ve put you through this at any time 🙂

  24. Yeah, I feel you bro
    Women can be so verbose, banal, trivial
    Name it. And yet, they are all we got from God Heself!

  25. “You don’t know who the hell Judy is but it doesn’t matter, she could be called Nancy and the story wouldn’t change”.
    The accuracy!!

  26. Wa, if this could be me I’m even scared now :-0! I was literally running out of breath reading this, but this lights on guy is on point.

  27. Couldn’t read thro’ the whole but skipped to the last lines, my introversion characters came to play coz I can’t imagine listening to that much. I have thetendency of putting myself in character with the flow.

  28. Hehehe…so many stories in one sitting..waah..Poor men, the things we put you through..anyway the #SafaricomPostPay message is home..

  29. “She’s now absentmindedly playing with the hair on your chest, holding one and pulling them, trying to unpluck them as if testing if they are indeed embedded in your body or they are fake. That shit is painful. If this is foreplay it isn’t working. At all.”
    The pain acha tu….. Anyway thanks for the Covid 19 bonus on a Monday, laughed all through

  30. I saw the notification come through then spent the rest of the day thinking that it was Tuesday.
    Sat up in bed, hot cocoa in hand ready for my read/treat, and then got introduced to me!!! Looks like I should apologize to dear hubby – or explain

  31. Haha, no one should have that torture at Lent…Intermittent fasting of words is allowed. God bless all listeners; it’s hard work! May the thoughts of our mind and the meditations of our heart be measured not by airtime but what pleases the Father above.

  32. Why can’t women say they have periods before they start any conversation? They taaaaaaaalk you liiiiisten then when you think you have paid enough by liiiisteniiing and touch the thigh to signal you want the adult sleeping peel, they tell you they thought their periods would be gone by now si they can go see the obgyn. Mungu anawaonanga.

  33. That’s one talkative gal, after getting to the 3rd paragraph I had to restart to get the gist of the conversation .. .. “ ME I” Is a Kenyan signature

  34. I seriously sound like this… ‍♀️ I can talk his ears off… muhahaha.. but kwani it’s a bad thing. You know kwanza vile hii Corona we shall self quarantine! I need to stock up on essentials. Hebu I call him… tehehehe…
    I have lol’d coz I seriously thought it was me…

  35. Wow wow wow… Hold up.. Do women talk like that… Reading it is just exhausting.. Slow down.. Go to sleep ir go marinate some chicken..

  36. Ngai! Biko!
    Are we this mouthy?
    Anyway, nice advert for Safaricom
    Congratulations to my husband for having to stand all these noise for….what? 33 minutes.

  37. Too funny.

    As one ages, the muhahe reduces. 22 years into marriage, I honestly barely have much to say. You become like two dudes and often you snore first.

  38. That monologue is tiresome to read, I wonder how the guy fared listening. I would’ve been lost kits no!!

  39. You grin at the pot in darkness. Or maybe she’s the kettle and her mom is the pot…..
    Loved the story and the title wow. Would love to read your book one day… It’s on my to do list….

  40. Could never be memy mouth tires so fast.Also,thumbs up to the guy,because if I were in his position,Biko would’ve been narrating a different story,my tolerance is negative.

  41. You can’t read while she speaks but you still get your head bitten off because you haven’t. Poor Man(tis). One of the reasons you’re here is bacause you read. And you enjoy it.

    She also loves how hardworking you are. But still complains how you don’t spend that much time with her. You listen diligently putting the right word where you should but with that, you aren’t open enough. You’re not engaged emotionally.

    Si ni life!

  42. Airtel’s post paid has 400 mins talk time, 8GB of data and 2,000 smses. Pray why should I choose Sufferingcom over Airtel?

  43. Waaaahh!!!! I’ve just had an episode of this (though I wasn’t blubbering). I realised I’ve been talking to “myself” after dinner. When hubby asks about something I had talked about to him for like 10 minutes!!! Nani ako na shida hapa really?

  44. Goodness! I have come to the conclusion that there is a school ‘em babes go to …teaches them how to interject totally unrelated stories and the story still flows. Also how to parrot non stop at a speed or 300 words per minute

  45. The comments alone combined from women are more more than the story itself…
    ….wait she takes the maternity leave and the number she talks to on daily basisi recedes,,, she has to meet her target of 10,000 words with you in the evening with lights out!

  46. First of all, I’m using this PostPaid package. The best there is in the market, by far!!
    Secondly, reading through this post, it reminds me of a chic I know who can talk for hours and hours without stopping… You just need so say, “tumbler” and she’ll have tonnes of stories on her experiences with tumblers. Mahn, You will get tayaaad! Anyway, it is what it is. 🙂

  47. Hilarious story and the accuracy is just spot on of how some ladies are. I guess some ladies are like this to entertain us. They are there to spice things up.

  48. “I told you!” She exclaims as she applies some ointment from a small pink tube written Vitamin E. It’s supposed to be anti-wrinkles but it’s also anti-ageing, anti-carjacking, anti-constipation, the only thing it can’t protect her from is office politics.

    hahahahaaaaaa…Biko! hater!
    and how could i be this held up??? evening made!

  49. The ending is absolutely genius. Though i am curious, how willing were you to do this? It lacks some of that Biko pizzazz.

  50. Lol.
    Great piece… 25,000 words.
    Liked the part she plucks his chest hairs as if ti confirm whether indeed they are not fake …

  51. If i feel this exhausted reading it,how abt the one listening???in another life i still want to be a woman though…we are special..

  52. That part of wassup being flashed out, that’s sooo me…full blown domes
    Dude doesn’t know how to play along

  53. In High School, we used to call this chic’s talk “Verbal Dios” for Verbal diarrhoea hahahaha

    Classic just

  54. Hahahahaha I’ve laughed so hard. Goodness we as ladies were given the gift of gab, no doubt here. I followed all the stories though, they were interconnected