The sun is peeking through the clouds. The cows mooing incessantly. The turkey poults have started gathering at the door for their daily scoop of grains. It’s a beautiful day, a stark contrast to the day’s programme. I take a shower and dress up fast.
We drive down Ngong Road. My aunt is chatting up her friend in the back seat. I fall into my thoughts. Last I saw Julia, I had just come from the main service at CITAM Ngong, church on the hill. Continue reading
I have been a tad too quiet. Studies have taken over my life. I am not complaining though… Totally worth my while.
Every once in a while, you read something that stops you in your tracks and has you thinking. This article was it for me. I read it over a month back and have been meaning to share it with you. Continue reading
Congratulations! You, my friend, made it past January. As we turn to page 32/365, all I can think of is how most things, if not everything, in life are a two-way relationship. It is always a compromise and a sacrifice. Of time, money, etcetera. However, that is not quite the case always.
Don’t compromise yourself, You are all you’ve got. — Janis Joplin
You give a little each day, a little more the other day, and a little more the day after that. You get nothing in return. Zero. Nada. Zilch. It could be a circumstance that makes you feel drained, an unrequited relationship, an unsuccessful partnership… yes, all those ships. Life is too short for bad vibes people! 🙂 Continue reading
The 40th weekend of Njaanuary. A warm, sunny Saturday. A perfect day for a DIY.
I got this gratitude jar idea from my very good friend (I know, I know. I’m starting to sound like I am making up all these “my friends” stories). I went ahead and bought my mason jar in preparation for this challenge.
GIYF. For real! Google is certainly your friend. I came across these beautiful jars and I was like ‘boring gratitude jar for who’?
I can picture Michelangelo laughing. Yes, laughing at me.
My friend had the opportunity to see Michelangelo’s 14 ft marble masterpiece depicting the Biblical hero, David. Let’s just say, we’ll never hear the end of it. 😀 But really, from the pictures, and all the tales from her trip to Italy, that fellow’s work was spectacular! Continue reading
It is here with us. I hope you bye-Feliciad 2014 and are ready for new challenges (yes, all those things in your to-do lists…I sure hope you will follow through). Remember how we thought 2030 was kingdom come? We are getting there. Fast! The days are literally flying by. Soon enough we will be out of these njaanuary manenos. Phewks!
I stumbled on this blog post and at that point, the idea of blogging about these was exciting. Now, I am not so sure. What do you think?
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
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?
Everything around us revolves around discipline.
I guess this term is revered because most of us automatically associate it with fear. You know, the kind that takes me back to those days when mother dearest (who was the disciplinarian by the way) would give us a good whooping, stating repeatedly that she would not live under the same roof with any hard-headed children. I think I hated her a little for that.
But I have come to appreciate discipline. It has shaped the woman I have become and I am becoming. Life is always a constant battle between the right way, and the easy way out. Our choices are greatly influenced by our levels of discipline. You make a conscious choice to do right. A conscious choice to stay up and complete your project, to stay healthy, to be successful, to be happy. (At this point allow me to add that material wealth is not the only yardstick of success. Far from it!) Continue reading