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 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

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

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

This Town, Nairobi (Part II)

The opportunity to visit Nairobi came through a friend who was graduating in Thika. From Nyahururu, you have to get to Nairobi first and then connect to Thika. So it was more of a visit to Thika than Nairobi but well, to me it was like a visit to Nairobi; bearing in mind that I didn’t even know then that the two were separate towns. By the way, these people who live in Kiambu, Rongai, Kawangware and the like but tell people from shags that they live in Nairobi should stahp it! Just Stahp! It’s shocking for people like us from shags who get to Nairobi thinking that Thika is only 5 minutes away and 20 bob for that matter only to realize it’s a hundred bob! A hundred freaking baab!

Monday, August 17, 2015

This Town, Nairobi

“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.

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. ;)

Friday, July 3, 2015

The Birth of A Dream

I knew from an early age that I wanted to become a doctor. A surgeon. This was my dream. My calling. The idea of cutting up people’s bodies, smiling at their internal organs and maybe stealing one or two thrilled me. So much that I performed my first surgical procedure at 11 years. Not on a human being, of course. It was a damn housefly! Now, if you were brought up in the village, you know that houseflies were a huge part of the family. This especially if the kitchen (not part of the main house but an outside kitchen) was adjoined to the goat shed. I don’t know the connection but well, our kitchen was adjoined to the barn and to me this was the reason for the many houseflies. 

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Eavesdropping and Positive Thinking

...They had always been jealous Of him; they felt that he was loved more by their father. So, on this day they sold him to slave merchants who took him to a foreign land. While there he… (You already know this story. Those who don’t; Google search the story of Joseph. Joseph of the Bible)

 She is sitting gracefully on a stone.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

I Found Love in a Hopeless Place

I took a shower, put on my pajamas (read a huge man-shirt) and retired to bed. I put off the main light from my bedside switch and switched on the bedside lamp. Dim dark-purple color flooded the room. I lay face up with my hands entwined behind my head. Here I was in a very…very huge house (call it a bungalow) which would be my home for the next 2 weeks or so; surrounded by LOVE. LOVE. It was almost impossible to imagine that less than 24 hours earlier I was in a similar bed in Nairobi inside a house the size of this bedroom.