No thanks, I love tattoos but only on other people.
On how and where other people choose to wear them and that’s it.
Have I told you about the time I walked out after getting my first ear piercing?

No thanks, I love tattoos but only on other people.
On how and where other people choose to wear them and that’s it.
Have I told you about the time I walked out after getting my first ear piercing?

I’ll list the others tomorrow, maybe…what I do know is that it’s just bliss.

I cut up two limes into quarters and placed them in each room yesterday.
Is that a sign or not?

Not all things require my attention.
Sometimes, fussing or stressing over things leaves me exhausted to the point that I fail to identify or see what truly needs to be done, and in the end of it all it creates that mountain when I barely had a mole hill.

A little bit of this and that is what comes to mind.
Each day brings its own stories and experiences, each moment an opportunity for me to decide how to react.
And just like that, for over thirty five years, from climbing mango trees when I was five, to making my first meal, getting the ingredients right for that sponge cake, traveling outside Kenya, or that time I had food poisoning while traveling home- a six hour drive that nearly killed me, or getting on that motorbike, losing my friends, grief, love, shopping….graduating from university.
It’s like I have a little garden of wins and misses in my pocket.

Listen, if I tell you of the time I wanted to change my seats and embrace the theme of blending african print with pain black cloth-you’ll call me crazy, and you would be right.
I blame it all on Pinterest.
I saw these awesome designs and thought I could do it, until I bought the fabric-cut it into strips and they were the wrong fit. Then I got the black cloth, only to take the pieces to a tailor and she says that the two fabric do not blend well- texture and quality wise, making stitching a nightmare.
She proceeded to give me an unwarranted lecture on how clients think they know stuff instead of asking to make sure they are right and end up wasting money, time and fabric.
I took my african print, made cushion cases and bought a bottle of fanta to wash down the bile of irritation that was rising up my throat!
Never ever, have I gone back to Pinterest for DIY projects.
The things you are stressing about, will pass.
Each day comes with it’s own buffet-the things that stress you now, may not appear on the menu tomorrow.
Focus on your studies-good grades are great, but kindness- a good character, now those two will not fail you.
Yes, you’ll not wear that navy blue skirt anymore once you graduate.
Love your friends, some of them will break your heart and you’ll grieve them when they die, especially the one whose laughter makes your day. She will die before you.
Listen to your Mother, love her, she’ll push her dreams aside to watch you thrive.
Love your Sister, now that one will burn the world to see you soar…and she’ll give birth to a son, name her after your Father, and your heart will be his, forever living for him.
Write those stories, you’ll publish books one day.
Forgive yourself.
Oh to ask the heavens for rain, when you could get thunder, lightning, showers, a torrent, a downpour, the rainbow…they clear blue sky, the dark heavy clouds…
And since you asked this of me, listen, I want to read books:

I was just passing by, minding my own business, scrolling
Liking, sharing to my story, laughing out loud but never commenting.
No, there is something about reels, that doesn’t require your opinion but captures your attention
And I for one get lost in those cat videos,
But that was until this…until I found myself looking for radiance,
I stumbled upon this and suddenly my opinion wasn’t mine alone,
It had to be shared, posted, bared, revealed, told, typed…whatever

