Discovering me
This year has been a very interesting one for me, although it’s not over yet. From being at home for more months than I have been in school (due to the Kenyan doctors & lecturers strikes, elections and University of Nairobi things :/ ) , to having some of my most memorable moments. Seasons have come and gone, but I can say I am grateful for one thing I have learnt/I’m still learning about. Identity. Society defines me in so many ways. Daughter to…, sister, medical student, musician, blogger etc. All those could try summarize what I do but it’s not really who I am.
Amidst several memories of my year, a particular day comes to mind. It was over the August election period and I was at home. As I sat in my room, I wondered why I was feeling the way I was feeling. I was crying, but I didn’t know why. I felt so lost and was at wits end. Read more
S.A.L.T
We took a break from university for a short holiday over this period of elections and that came with 3 things for me;
- voting for the first time (my generation and I were the ones filling social media with all those inked finger selfies! :) )
- reading for my end of year exams and lastly,
- house chores, especially cooking.
Let me expound on cooking. Being the only girl at home, it’s only fair that I’d be the one to cook most times. Well, I must say that I enjoy it. I get to whip up some finger lickin’ good food, especially with Pinterest recipes up my sleeves. This time I created a duty rota and my brothers too, were able to show off their cooking prowess. They did a really good job but hands down, mama’s cooking will always be the best.Read more
No man is an island
Do you remember writing compositions in primary school? The teacher would either give you an opening statement, an ending phrase or a title to a story and within 40 minutes, you should have come up with tantalizing plot details that would make everyone want to read your story. I remember the vocabulary we would splurge on those foolscaps; I woke up as my mother drew the curtains, exposing the sun rays that burst into my room. I then went to the frog’s kingdom and slowly took a shower, the cold water sending chills up and down my spine…Hehe! Those good old days! Let alone having a character, setting, conflict, plot and theme of a story all in two A4 pages. God bless our teachers for their diligence in teaching us all that! :) Read more
Childlike, not childish
“Sijui amekuwa na hii shida for how long. Unajua nilienda kumchukua kutoka kwa babake. Nikauliziaulizia anapoishi for a month then nikaenda last week Friday na kumchukua kutoka kwa nyumba yao.”
I thought it would be best to have it written down as was said just for the effect but here’s a translation for those who may not understand; “I don’t know how long she’s had this problem. You know, I went to get her from her father’s place. I’d asked around for where they lived for a month and last week Friday, went to get her back from their home.”Read more
Came to my rescue :Part 2
She could remember it quite vividly. It had been an amazing evening sharing heartfelt life desires. He had taken her out for a date at a local cafe and the corner booth upstairs had been their haven for the evening. Read more
Came to my rescue: Part 1
She quietly sat in the car, staring out the window as they sped down the highway. In her opinion, city drivers loved their accelerator pedals a tad bit too much. Anytime she rode in a car, she’d say her prayers. She wasn’t a Need for Speed kind of girl. Slow but sure won the race.Read more
Washing the mud off
I can only imagine what the onlookers thought during the healing of the man born blind in John Chapter 9.
“But Lord, that’s disgusting!”
“Saliva mixed with mud. What kind of healing remedy is this?”
“Did He not say this man was born blind so that the glory of the Lord may be seen? Ain’t no glory in getting a mud mask like that one!”
To love is to be vulnerable
Vulnerability in friendships is like letting a new kid into the playground. The rest are apprehensive to play with them at first; this is their turf, how could they possibly let someone in?
The more they play together, the flaws of the playground are slowly revealed to the new child; the mere possibility of rejection is hard to contend with for the frequent kids.
For so long, the community of believers notion was something I was uncomfortable with, let alone confessing of sins to one another.Read more
May Peace Rule
Two World Wars down and threatening conflicts among men and nations; but nothing can wage war against the peace of God that is beyond all understanding. Peace is tranquility or quietness of spirit that transcends circumstances.
I tend to be a time conscious person, in fact almost bordering on paranoia. That is against the grain here in Kenya where the phrase “African timing” is carried out as norm; where the time set for a meeting is just theoretical as in actual sense, an hour or two later is when the meeting or event will actually start. I sometimes wonder why we embrace such a culture, but I vowed not to be a slave to it; out of both simple courtesy and personal discipline.Read more
THE UNVEILING
There are many cryptic poems out there; those which you have to reread many times to finally understand what’s going on. To be honest, I enjoy such pieces. Just not when it’s my own! :D
I wrote ‘Unveiling’ a while back and stumbled across it in my notebook the other day.
“Nairobi we have a problem! ...Sema kusoma mara tano!”Read more