Wednesday, October 28, 2015

The Journey

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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 proverb, blood is thicker than water does not make any sense to me. They say that some people stick closer than family. These people I found in my friends. They have stuck closer than my blood family. 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

Travel Diary: Hell’s Gate National Park

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

Taking Stock 2

(It’s 6:42a.m)

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

Travel Diary: Lake Ol Bolossat

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

Friday, July 24, 2015

Taking Stock 1

I am excited to share with you my first 'Taking Stock' post. I was inspired by The day book blog. You should visit the blog by the way. I hope you enjoy reading!

Making: a cup of lemon coffee would be great for this weather. It’s raining.

Cooking: more vegetarian foods because I’ve just found me a vegan friend. I think I’m becoming a vegetarian myself; only that I will be a vegan who eats chicken choma and fish. ;)

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Smell of Death

It’s about midday. I have no watch; no need for one. My mind is as good as a China watch these days. The door to my room opens. Someone enters and distracts my racing mind. I’m now sure its midday because that’s when the first visitor of the lunch hour comes in. I turn around to face the door and there stands a familiar face. I can see it’s a lady but I can’t tell who she is. She is standing there looking at me with glowing eyes and flashing an angelic smile; so warm and wide that it can save a dying soul… well, except mine. She’s holding a bouquet of flowers with a card attached on it. She walks over to my death bed and takes a seat right next to it. She places the flowers on the table. 

Friday, May 2, 2014

My Brother Was A Soldier

Its 10:27 AM. I'm on the fifth floor of an office in Westlands. (This is in Kenya; for the sake of my readers from abroad ;) ) I'm staring at my computer. It's my only companion in this huge office today. My other colleagues are not in. They all had excuses not to be at work today. I cooked up an excuse on Wednesday too and went to my boss' office. As I was about to open my mouth, my boss read my mind and with a warm smile said to me, "Oh Naomi, I was about to call you! I suppose the others have told you they won't be coming to work on Friday. And since there has to be someone in the office, it means you have to come."