You are hot and spicy,
Juicy and saucy,
Tangy and tingly, yes you are.
So I got my coconut cream, blended you in it and got my perfect curry!

You are hot and spicy,
Juicy and saucy,
Tangy and tingly, yes you are.
So I got my coconut cream, blended you in it and got my perfect curry!

We think we are the sun and the moon,
Stardust, we are anything but that.
The sun shines in her time, gives way for the moon and in turn the two have never failed the galaxy.
One too hot, the other too bright
One we branded yellow, the other white, yet they give each other time to reign, the moon goes to sleep when the sun rises, sometimes she lingers in the background…slowly drifting away.
Stardust, we think we are the sun and the moon, but it feels like I have been waiting for my time to shine longer than you have.
Why is it that my soul clings to you even when you are miles away?
Why is it that you seek me when I am out of reach? Is this love? Is this companionship or is this madness?
I don’t know anymore Stardust, what I do know is that I won’t stop waiting.

And somewhere between my home and the sandy beaches of Mombasa, I did not write neither a word nor come up with a story idea for the 10K novel writing challenge.
A part of me was disappointed on 7th October when I tried to sit down and get some words down and nothing came to mind, and once I got on the road, I got caught up in the sights, loved the company of my sisters and in between laughs, I let go, until…yesterday.
So, I’ll bombard you with pictures (the nices ones) of my trip and maybe this will get me writing again or get me to focus on an idea for at least an hour this evening.




I wanted,
No, I thought I wanted,
Maybe…look, would you listen?
I think I wanted what you laid out for me; trim figure, flawless skin, good grades, an 8 to 5 job, feet pounding the tarmac, making my way through every box you modeled for me.
I think I wanted it all because you made it seem like the conditions that would earn your love, your approval, your support… until it dawned on me that the life I was living was your’s never mine, your’s.
I wanted it all, because you made it feel like it was all there was to life.

I wanted it, I worked for it. I earned it.
I fell under the weight of it.
You told me to get up; up from the pain, disappointment and what you called ‘laziness’ and every time I tried, I fell harder, sunk deeper, until I learned that I enjoyed being on my knees.
So, here I am and this is my desire: to live on my own terms.
You say I assemble my words like we are about to go to war.
I laugh and shrug it off, I always do.
You are back Stardust, you keep coming back and you don’t know why,
It’s killing you, your inability to let me go,
My ability to always smile whenever I see you.
You look at your knuckles and suppress a laugh, then you say,
“Your soul speaks softly to my own, when I can’t take this world anymore, I seek you, the guys say that I hunt for you, like redemption. How is it Love that just the thought of you brings me peace?”
I laugh and shrug it off, but this time, you wrap your hands around me and pull me towards you, I drop my book, my earphones slip out of my ears and you say, “Marry me Love, be my forever.”
I shake my head and close my eyes and gently sway with you, “forever is a long time.”
“It’s as long as we are willing to put in the work, Love. Stop running, catch your breath, just catch it with me.”
And I hear your soul, I hear it speak softly to my own.

Hello weekend! Is that you? I’m looking forward to staying indoors, drinking tea and reading books- yes, I just bought 12 new books making my tally come to 18 unread books and now they are staring at me like I am doing them an injustice by not picking them up.

I have been on a roll, watching series like I am paid to do so. Let’s just say that so far, I watched: Summertime, Never Have I Ever and Love, Victor! I’m a sucker for romance and drama, so far let me just state that I can’t wait for the second seasons of these shows and if I am still as interested as I am now 🙂 I’ll probably catch up!
On work: I’d say my week has been eventful. I am happy that we are wrapping up most of the projects and this means completed classrooms and happy schools and their communities.

On writing: October is fast approaching and a friend recommended that I join the 10k Novel-writing challenge and when I read the invite I nearly fell off my seat “10 days. 10,000 words. Are you ready?”
I love a challenge just as much as I am freaked out by it because I’ll be on the road pretty much from the 7th to 12th October and so getting to see this through scares me so much that I’ll attempt it! So, how about it? If you are looking to get some writing done, work on that schedule and pace that you so desire, how about joining the 10K Novel writing challenge? SIGN UP!
On studies: I’ve been taking online lessons, doing my best to participate in the New Heights Fellowship Program and so far, I am learning that I can always do my best, pursue and serve excellence in everything I do and I am also challenged to build more leaders in the communities I am working in.
On publishing and book sales: Look, I’ve been on the receiving end this past week especially regarding Zuri: The Chronicler of Enzi! Phew! If you got the book and read it, is it truly that deep and difficult to read? I need to know…
I took time to set up the publication of “IN THE QUIET” and this is because I have been exploring digital publishing in Kenya and I enlisted the help of a Tech-Expert I know and absolutely admire to help me with this and as they’ve been working on this, I have been editing and revising the book which I hope to share with you at some point this year. I just want it to be the very best version I could share with the world.
I am looking forward to being more courteous and keeping my word in all that I do. Have a lovely weekend wherever you are and I am sending you love and light and a ton of positive vibes.
I know the things you wish to say,
I hear them, see them, feel them and when you open your mouth, I ignore them.
With you, I have learned to let you lead by the story you tell yourself,
I have learned to watch you script, direct and live out your story.
I know the things you wish to say,
The question you ask yourself when no one is watching,
When you believe the world is distracted,
And just like that, I’ve watched you create another,
You say I have my walls, my Love, you’ve got fortresses,
They sprout up every time you get too close to letting me in,
So, I watch you, always the invader, always on the outside,
Oh, don’t you know you’re just like caramel? Too sweet and sensuous to ignore?

Where do you go when you’re hurting?
Within. Without. Yonder?
Where?
Do you take a bus, walk, sit and close your eyes to get there…or do you find yourself there at dawn, restless, nostalgic, but conscious of how much you’ve done to stop hurting but nothing has worked?
Tell, me…
Where do you go when you’re hurting?
For, the place you seek solace can also be your prison…so, tell me, for my soul yearns to know, to listen to another soul that’s been where I am…
And in all you do, would you please do me a favor?
Wherever it is that you run to, I hope you never let it dim that light in you, because we need it.
