To think and speak highly/ better of myself.
It took me years to simply say “good job,” or sometimes “that’s good of you,” or “you look good.”
I found it easy to criticise myself, and constantly want to excel and push myself on this.
To think and speak highly/ better of myself.
It took me years to simply say “good job,” or sometimes “that’s good of you,” or “you look good.”
I found it easy to criticise myself, and constantly want to excel and push myself on this.
Oh how I waited to be asked this question?
I don’t know…I haven’t tried it,
Yet the thought of it intrigues me…sound, texture, movement, rhythm…
Light, shadow, motion…where else would I find it, relish it?
It’s okay to fail, to fall, to lose.
It is okay if you don’t come first, if things don’t go as you want.
It is okay.
Take it easy, go easy on yourself, love yourself and applaud yourself for the work you do.
Definitely.
Okay…I say that a lot.
The last thing I searched for online was the journal, Mildly Unhinged by Michelle E. Keith.

I started reading it on Sunday and I find myself grateful for so many things that I never would have thought of had I not taken time to respond to some of the prompts in the book.
It’s Sunday and this week has sped by fast!
I got to do three amazing things this past week and they are things that I love doing.
Now here are some photos related to all this:




I don’t know whether it’s me who loves a personal interaction devoid of phones, scrolling through TikTok or just wanting to take pictures while experiencing something.
I have failed to shrug off the last one especially when I visit restaurants that I have yearned to go to.
It only applies when I attend a music festival or live performance and my favorite Artiste is on stage- so please think fondly of me as you read on.
So, yes I would love to set up space where people can sit, chat, drink tea or hot chocolate or coffee and have a family meal as they simply catch up.
I don’t know the ins and outs of it- just popped into my mind.
PS: Yours truly just had an August #BookHaul and will probably get into these books in October-maybe.

AI and incorporation of African languages- I mean even Kiswahili at least would be something interesting
My next role- probably on the look out for something new
Thai cuisine
If other people do watch BL and their favorite series.
What happens when a book lover walks into a bookshop
Do I look good in this? No, not really more of ‘do I feel good in this?
How much stationery is too much?
What happens when you clean the water dispenser? Does the water tast different?
Where did our sense of community go?
Will the Nairobi cold extend into August now that July is gone and it’s still this chilly and blue?
The moon’s sister is what I would say describes me on a day like today. To most I am a pocket of sunshine, when I smile my chubby cheeks fill up-round and raised, a bit squishy for someone in her thirties.
My voice exudes calmness and it is only when you talk to me that you hear my Mother’s voice, her tonal variation in the subtle ‘uh!’ and her gentleness when I pause to catch a breath.
There is a mountain inside me and valleys within me- no they are not the same, one allows me to lift my head up high and look beyond today while the other reminds me to retreat into myself and reflect on life. I cannot trade one for the other.
Yesterday I learned another fancy word for a Writer and it’s ‘People Watcher,’ and so today I tell myself that I am an Observer, not of everything but of the little things that I could capture with words and set them before the world.
I love coffee, the Lake Victoria and cake.
