- Read The Help by Kathryn Stockett
- Visit and volunteer at the New Life Children’s Ministry Home- here in Kisumu.
- Finish writing #Wind.
- Start working on the complete outline of #Twende. It’s a romance story that’s long overdue (hint hint)
- Try walking down some stairs with my hands in my pocket.
- Go a day without listening to One direction and Ed Sheeran
- Walk into Cerova (yeah- that restaurant in Mega Plaza) and order a plate of chips masala+soda+fried chicken – and finish it!
- Buy three different brands of sharpeners! And write reviews about them.
- Go take pictures by the lakeside.
- Walk backwards in the house for one hour on any Saturday morning!
- Skip for twenty five minutes straight!
- Make a podcast.
- Make a thirty-second video
Tag: walking
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I work as a Research Assistant, on a project that focuses on School Water, Sanitation and Hygiene. I visit primary schools in Kisumu County during school days to assess the standards of hygiene and my day involves:
Waking up
Getting a matatu
Getting a motorbike or walking for miles
Getting to a school
Talking to the administration an health teachers and students
Getting on another motorbike or walking to another public primary school.
Then when all is done, returning home or to the office to share my report.
Perks: No sunscreen, lots of exercise, getting to negotiate a lot with people especially on the cost of my fare, meeting lots of school children, seeing lots of clouds, meeting different kinds of headteachers (both stubborn and nice), carrying a back pack, wearing flats-converse-or wellies, reading in a matatu, sitting on a sambaza (which is a small wooden plank set on two seats to create an extra seat for a paying passenger).
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Today was a good day.
I had the best workout, so much so, that I have become aware of muscles that I didn’t know exist somewhere between my thighs and ankles.I alighted at Koru hoping to visit Sauset.
It costs one hundred shillings on a motorbike to get to the school from Koru, but today when I mentioned the name “Sauset” the men shouted, ‘hapana!’It had rained heavily and they could not get there.
So, one offered to take me halfway and show me a shortcut to the school.
The route involved walking through a sugarcane plantation, a couple of homes, jumping through puddles of water, walking straight through a maize farm and finally arriving at the school!
On my way back, I was accompanied by Josephine a kindergarten teacher who had no trouble breathing as she leaped over puddles of water and climbing steep hills. But, a few meters behind us was a young girl, who walks for an hour to get to school because it is the only public school around where the fees are affordable to her grandmother.
Josephine told me that there are other pupils who live beyond the hills around the school and they are never late.
We walked on until we came to her home and she bid me goodbye.
I walked with the girl and left her at the nearest turn as I made my way to Koru.And just when I thought, I had had enough of a workout, a tout in an approaching matatu shouted back at a friend telling him that he is compact as a matchbox!
I thought about this on my trip back home pausing to smile or giggle as I looked out the window pretending that there was no pain in my feet!
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