Nyahururu

I wake up to the beautiful melody of humming birds. It is almost like the sound of a church choir composed of all sopranos. I would be the lead (sopranist) singer for this choir. I open my apparently large eyes and all I see around me is beauty; tall, short, thick and thin trees. Despite their differences they are all so close together like conjoined twins. The sun is all over me kissing my face hungrily like a man who has just discovered the art of kissing. The trees are surrounded by green grass beds that could make amazing picnic beds. I turn my head to look on the other side. He is there next to me. He gives me his huge warm smile and says: Good Morning! I smile lazily at him and turn away to stare at the magnified beauty on the other side. This is exactly the view I have always dreamt of waking up to; beautiful sun rays, a huge green forest, fluffy grass-beds and next to him; Except that this is not the Bahamas or the Caribbean or my future home in The Maldives; and most importantly ‘He’ is not Trey Songz. 

My Jobless Life

Contrary to what you might think, my last day at work about 3 years ago was one filled with excitement. Oh! Wait, one of my mind agents just reminded me that it was 3 months ago. I was excited to leave my job which had become somewhat boring. I could see myself going for holidays to the Bahamas with my crush Trey Songz (Read the story about my former crush here), sleeping all day long, watching all my favorite movies and reading books by all my favorite writers. Life was going to be so easy. My (former) boss was wrong to think that sacking me would make my life miserable. But someone should have warned me that even though the grass looks greener on the other side, it doesn’t just magically turn green; there are several factors involved.

Being jobless is the worst thing yet the best thing that could ever happen to someone. It is tough, heartbreaking and lonely but on a positive note it teaches you valuable life lessons. It makes you endure forces that you never imagined. It brings out some inner strength in you that you never thought you had. And instead of regretting being jobless, you will be grateful it happened. 

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. 

Do Men Really Know What They Want?

It’s  1:52pm. Tuesday. June. 2014. I’ve been going over the idea of writing this article for the past 2 weeks. I’m not sure why it took me so long to come to a conclusion but now that I’ve come to one, let me write down my mind.

Do men really… really know what they want?  

Over the years I’ve heard men complain that women don’t know what they want. They will say one thing but do another.  They will say they want one thing but go for another. Or in other cases ask for something that they don’t actually know. It’s that confusing. They even used this diagram to show just how much women do not know what they want.

It’s My Birthday: A Trip Down The Memory Lane

On a day like today (13^th May), many… many years ago, a young couple; Kamau and Wanjiru brought to the world a beautiful bouncing baby girl. Their only daughter after a series of 26 (read 2) boys. The little girl was their epitome of joy. They named her Naomi which according to the Holy Bible means; My Joy; Beautiful; Agreeable. 

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."

Unbreak My Heart

It’s exactly 9:26 pm. I’m watching White Collar season 3b….. Thank you for your question. Yes, I’ve never watched the series. Have you watched ‘Black Collar’? Not yet? Good, because we are on the same level now. So, we move on. I’m on that episode where Matthew Keller kidnaps Elizabeth (Peter’s wife) in exchange of Neal. I hate that guy Keller. He is a sadist. He looks like someone who could drive a knife through your soul and do it with a wide angelic smile. (I was hoping to give a better description of what I mean but sometimes words fail me. Maybe I should have stopped at sadist) 

Would Your Kid Rather Die Than Face You When In The Wrong?

Yesterday evening I witnessed something that made my soul weep; the death of a class 7 boy (from a neighboring plot) who committed suicide by hanging himself. (May his soul rest in eternal peace). I couldn't think of anything that would make a class 7 boy want to commit suicide. And so the journalist in me sniffed around for answers. I learnt that the young boy accidentally broke a windowpane at school and his angry headteacher sent him away for good. (I thought this happens only in high schools). Anyway, the poor boy went home and hanged himself inside their house. His single mum was not around.

Develop An Intimate relationship With Yourself First

Human beings are social creatures.  Sure, we value our possessions and our achievements but of all the things we value it is our relationships we cherish most.  Meaningful intimate relationships give our lives meaning and bring us happiness like nothing else can.  Unfortunately, problems in our interpersonal relationships can wreak havoc on our lives and bring us untold misery and suffering.

Not ready For Love (Yet)

 I am a hopeless romantic…. I live in a world of fantasy (well, most of the time) and I lately came to the realization that my fantasy world is doing better than my real world. I’ve accomplished so much. In fact, I am planning my fantasy marriage. And it’s during one of my night meetings with self that reality hit me; he has not proposed yet.. As a matter of fact he does not exist.. Yeah, it’s that serious. This set me into a journey. A journey of self evaluation…