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
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’?
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.
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
I don’t have a sweet tooth. Well at least that is the lie I tell myself daily. I just love cake, and where cake is, there my home shall be. Feel me?
Save for this ↑ cake, I love Java because of a number of things. The gourmet coffee, freshly prepared meals, yummy pastries, the accommodative menu, free wi-fi…etc etc. I say accommodative because you are not stuck with an option of french fries and a burger once when you get here. Continue reading