So, today I visited my last post and realized it’s been what… years since my last post? Wow! The blog has weed all over; the gardener (me) forgot about her favorite garden! Well, I did not forget about you sweet blog; I mean I can never forget about you. I have just been too busy with life that I’ve not had a chance to update you. You too my dear readers have been in my heart. I heart you.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
The word family has different meanings. To some, family means those related to them by blood while to others it means those related to them by love. To me, family means friends. My friends are my family. The saying blood is thicker than water does not make sense to me as a proverb. Only its scientific meaning makes sense to me. They say that some people stick closer than family. These people I found in my friends. They have stuck closer than anyone blood-related to me has ever done. These friends I made my family. I mean, what is the essence of calling people your family if they are not living up to the title? What is the whole point of calling people your family if they reject you when you need them the most? This life is all about making choices. And these choices determine the path our lives take. I made a choice; a choice to make my friends my family. The friends who accepted and welcomed me with open arms and we became one big happy family. For the first time in my life, happiness found me.
There is James. He is my elder brother. He is also the guy who plays father when ‘I become too much’ as he likes to put it; which is almost all the time. A month ago I however promised him to become the ‘son’ he ‘asked God’ for. This promise is partly why I’m writing this.
Friday, September 11, 2015
We made it! As I told you 2 weeks ago in my first Travel Diary post that we shall be taking a trip every 2 weeks, my friend and I managed to visit another destination. Well, it wasn’t in any of the counties promised but this time round we went to Nakuru County. We visited Hell’s Gate National Park and it was the best picnic so far. Okay, we’ve only had 2 but still this one was the best of all the picnics I’ve ever had.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Making: a cup of coffee is a thing I yearn to do but can’t. I haven’t taken coffee in the past one month and it’s killing me; health issues. I will tell you this though; withdrawing from coffee when you are a coffee addict is one awful thing. It comes with crazy side effects like headache, a tired mind, constipation (for reals) and sleepiness. It’s awful, I tell you.
Cooking: more at home is something I’m working towards. I’ve been eating take-away food so much these days. I want to kill this habit completely if possible. Maybe I’m bored with restaurant food or maybe wifery is calling. lol
Drinking: coffee again without posing any threats to my health will be a thing worth celebrating.
Friday, August 28, 2015
I had been looking for a travel buddy/ nature lover to hit Nyandarua and Laikipia county with. I have come to love this place for what it has to offer in terms of natural features. I finally did and yesterday we hit Lake Ol Bolossat. L. Ol Bolossat is located between the Aberdare Ranges and Dundori Ridge. It happens to be the only natural lake in Central Province.
Visiting the lake had always been a childhood dream. I was telling my new travel buddy how as a kid we would visit my grandmother who lives around that area. My brothers
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
“Tomorrow your mother and I are going to Nairobi,” my dad said to us one night as we were having supper. I was excited and saddened by this news; excited because someone close to me was finally going to Nairobi; saddened because I wasn’t part of this heavenly trip.
You see, Nairobi to me then was like what The Maldives is to me today; a heaven on earth city. In my little (unknown) village if you had a relative (especially if it was one of your parents or siblings) living in Nairobi you automatically became one of the village celebrities. Men, women and children alike worshipped the ground you walked on. In school you were a member of the ‘cool kids of the village club’. All kids wanted to be around you. It didn’t matter if your mum or dad or sibling was working as a house help, a pastor or a bank manager; the keyword Nairobi was all that mattered.