This is not like a bad ‘Bye Felicia‘. It is a good one. That I am happy to let go of 2014 knowing that I have grown. Grown up. Growing old happens by default. Growing up; it takes special talent. I kid you not! It is a mix of plenty of mistakes, sitting in your own naughty corner and having time out in your head, reflecting, being responsible for all your actions, taking in the highs and the lows… the whole shebang!
I took my usual cathartic solo trip mid-year. It was a defining moment for me. When I came back, I threw myself into this little place I call home and I love every bit of it. I look at some of the seasoned writers on these streets and can’t help but think at times that my blog ‘looks like a doodle’. No offence to all toddlers out there. 🙂 Continue reading
A story is told, of a man who out of love and lots of passion, went through hell and high water to impress one lady to whom he wished to become engaged. No, there is no happily ever after. The man is left bitterly spurned. Oh the things that love makes us do!
This is the story of Lord Maurice Egerton Tatton, the fourth and last Baron Egerton of Tatton (1874 – 1958).
After our tummies were full, we headed out. About 14 kilometres from Nakuru town, lying on a 100-acre piece of land, stands this magnificent, architectural masterpiece set on expansive, lush lawns.
This post is long overdue. Let me give you the prelude to this story. If you are a marketer, you might understand the science behind email marketing only too well. You send out emails faithfully and pray to God that your subscribers get the gist of your message and will eventually buy into it someday. So one by one, I kept receiving emails from the very lovely people at Kichakani Sunset. Come September, I received one email saying that they would be going to two places for the price of one. The Kenyan in me checked in imminjiet!
Fast forward to the day of the trip, which by the way, was also the day I was to be travel down to Watamu. Adventures in ‘Kenyaland’ was just about to begin.
What is a morning without a cuppa?