A Kenyan-Canadian blogger: A storyteller in both fiction and non-fiction, and the occasional poetry.
I am a storyteller, a writer. I post new articles every other Tuesday.
Life is full of wonder. Life is beautiful. I love the uncertainty that comes with it. The ups and downs of living -its high points and low moments, the good times and the bad. I love it all. But what I love even more, is writing about it!
I enjoy mentoring girls and young women. Nothing gives me more pleasure than seeing women rocking in whatever they pursue. My writing however, is in most cases unisex. There is a little something for everyone on all matters lifestyle. My most passionate topic areas include fulfilling my life goals (fighting procrastination), my relationship with money, and self love (because no one else will know how you expect to be treated if you don't treat yourself right). And then there's travel, food, fashion and books.
I have a Bachelor of Business Administration Degree (BBA). I also possess extensive experience and education in communication studies.
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There is a couple on my flight that just saddens my soul. The man is at least three times her senior. Why a young lady of nothing over the age of twenty-three would be dating an old white man, possibly in his sixties, is completely beyond me.
I’m currently on a letting-go-vacation at Leopard Beach Resort in South Coast, Kenya. With work, family and friends everything was moving way too fast for a while there. I needed everything to stop moving so I could have a moment to reflect.
The moment one sets foot into Ice Castles Winnipeg all thoughts about the deep freeze that is our city vanish from the mind. The tunnels, slides, caves, lights, music… are such a delight. It is the perfect place to take new Instagram pictures. Trust me, I know. I may have taken ahem, ‘a few’ photos. Continue reading “Ice Castles Winnipeg”
2017 was a pretty rough year for me. Yet during all my struggles and my pains I learnt so much. I am stronger and wiser for it now. These eight lessons from 2017 may seem basic but when you are so caught up in things that at the time seem so important and are all-consuming, you fail to see the full picture.
Looking back now, I am glad I went through everything that I did last year because the changes (for the better) I am making now are a direct result of my mistakes and my poor judgement in the past.
Alright, here are my eight lessons from 2017:
Be sure that in all relationships, there is more smiling than there is frowning.
There’s a girl, a young woman, sitting at the far corner of the grandiose dinning hall. Leaning on the wall, at the very end of the room.
Sandi, that is her name.
She is slender, dark, with big white eyes. She is not starring at a cellphone, or a computer screen. She’s not reading a book or eating or even fidgeting with anything. She is, literally, just sitting there. Continue reading “A Tale: The Enigma of the Good Wife”
The card simply said “Tea for Solidarity”. It was an invitation to something about solidarity and there was going to be tea.
The card simply said “Tea for Solidarity”. It was an invitation to something about solidarity and there was going to be tea. That is all the information I had walking into the gymnasium where the event was being held. There were women everywhere. Just women, dressed to the nines.
Long rectangular tables were arranged into three rows. The tables were dressed in white table clothes and cutlery. On the back wall was a long dinning table covered in all manner of pastries; desserts and fruits (I suppose fruit is dessert too). The end of the table was lined with several jugs of colourful punch. On the wall adjacent to the entrance was a smaller table with many flasks of fancy tea. I didn’t really know what the event was but I had come to the right place with my sweet tooth and my undying love for tea. I was glad to be there.
This really nice girl offers to help you out. She’s being sympathetic because she has noticed you’ve got a shit ton of things to handle. She’s an angel sent from heaven to lighten your load. You could hug her and dance with her even though there’s no music playing in the background. You’re so relieved you want to cry, laugh and dance to release that overwhelming gratitude. Continue reading “You're The Real MVP, Not!”
“I was at a wedding yesterday and it left me feeling a bit sad.” She told me. In her voice I could hear the strain of a person forcing back tears. Her cheeks had started to turn rosy. Her eyes were water. She did not shed a tear.
I was caught by surprise.
That was not how her sentence was supposed to end. Continue reading “I Missed All the Signs”
Earlier this evening it rained briefly when I got home from work. Thank heavens for the perfect timing as I was not dressed to deal with the rain at all. The brief downpour was followed by a five minute power outage which took me almost three minutes to figure out. At the time I had just powered my laptop and was waiting for my browser to let me onto WordPress so I could read the writings of others when my screen displayed a ‘you are not connected to the internet’ error message. Of course I assumed this was some kind of mistake so I reloaded the page. As you can imagine the same message was displayed on my screen and this time it appeared annoyingly faster than my initial attempt. I closed the browser and fired it up again convinced that whatever was going on should have now fixed itself. Alas! Continue reading “Risky Business”
We were on our way home after a long day at the office. We animatedly discussed the day’s accomplishments among other trivial things. As we hastily walked across the parking lot and towards the arcade, we were completely oblivious to the happenings around us. I reached out to open the arcade door and suddenly noticed a young man standing right in front of the door from the inner side. Almost as if he was plastered to the glass door. I did not want to bother him or much less to walk into him. I moved to the next door and let myself and my friend in.
“He is probably waiting for his ride or someone”, I thought.
I’m standing right in front of a speeding train. As it swiftly zooms away I briefly catch a glimpse of the passengers through the windows. Some are talking, others laughing or sleeping while others seem to be far away in thought. At the train station, some travelers are walking in all directions, others yelling their goodbyes while waving hysterically at the departing train. Noises of sadness and joy can be heard from all around me. Some travelers are hugging and crying, saying their goodbyes. Others are finally reuniting. I see a couple dashing towards each other with laughter and tears in their eyes. Two older ladies seem to be sharing a year long hug. Business travelers are hastily walking to meetings. At the corner against the wall a rugged man is playing “Redemption Song” on his guitar and singing at the top of his voice. His guitar case is wide open on the floor by his feet. In my mind’s eye, the year replays itself.
This one is for all the students out there, team awesome!
November is by far the busiest time of the semester. Every project, every assignment and every single presentation that you may have is due in the next couple of weeks. Take heart my dear schoolmates. You’ve been working so hard for the past several months that if you look back to compare how much you’ve endured to how much is left, it isn’t so bad. What is that they say about a glass half full verses half empty? Yeah, optimism. You’ve made it this far, you can finish the race and finish strong.
There are so many songs and poems about love. Books and articles are written on a daily basis. Movies, plays, you name it.
But even with all those movies, series, TV shows I’ve watches, books I’ve read, stories I’ve heard, I still find their description of this feeling, this act of love, to be inadequate. Continue reading “What is the Meaning of Love”
It is approaching 8AM and I’m heading off to work. I am tired and sleepy and most definitely cranky. I am not a morning person in any sense of the word. I’m at the bus stop waiting on the ’43’, my morning transit bus. According to the Winnipeg Transit app, the bus should be here any minute.
It is also cold which is not helping me at all.
This particular bus driver is great but extremely perky. It makes me mad just how cheery he is. Not mad at him, at me. Why can’t I be like that?
In the mornings, I would much rather not talk. But since I hate it when I energetically approach people and they give me nothing, I put my best effort for this bus driver. He’s warm, always in a jolly mood. I wish Continue reading “My Monday Morning Transit”
Wooohoooo.. It’s Friday, Friday, – insert Rebecca Black’s Friday tune here . As my Kenyan brothers (and by brothers I mean both ladies and gentlemen) would say “Happy Furahi Day!!” It might be an old-school phrase. I’m not sure what the Kenyan kids these days are saying but who the hell cares, right? OK maybe I do. Just a tiny, very tiny bit. You see ol’ spot(if you don’t get this reference, do yourself a favour and go watch “The Great Gatsby” movie. Yes! Off course now!), I’d like to think of myself as forever young and totally cool. Kenyan youth please help me stay cool? Please? What is it that you say nowadays?