Forging On June 19, 2015

This year is a great year.  10 years ago a time like now I was 2 weeks to my EDD, I was going to be a parent to a child on my own.  Fear shrouded  me, I may not have shown it, but I was wondering what would become of me.

Well, 10 years on, I must say it has been a great journey.  I am better at many things, being a mummy, being a friend, a being a follower of Christ.  I must admit, I did not see myself being unmarried at this time, but somehow I am still single. Am I unhappy? No! I think being single was a state I must have been in, for these 10 years for a reason, one of the reasons is because of its simplicity.

As C grows, he has become independent of me, and as a

Ample Bosom June 13, 2014

Yeah now you want to run at the title of the post today.

I am that girl, the ample bosom type. Growing up I wasn’t always a “Big” girl guess I grew with time, didn’t notice until I realized that Men talk to my twins quite often. I didn’t notice until I couldn’t get a bra that fit me just right.

I used to be disturbed by the size which is quite a number, then about 6 yrs ago I realized that no matter what this part of my beautiful body was never going to reduce so I had to love it no matter what.

I always have Busty Girl problems:
1. I never can see a stain at the back of my top or on my midriff – hahah I know you don’t believe me.

 

 

2. I never find a button down top that fits me – Helene Lunalo knows this only too well as she has to get me tops , hey she knows best not to bring a button down.

 

3. The seat belt or sling bag can become a suicide rope in a moment

 

4. The dress you just saw on another girl; eg those crazy Empire Waist tops and dresses  or ruffle tops never fit you just right, you end up looking like a moving house or a frumpy messy cake. 🙂

 

 

5. Exercising is a nightmare.  Every busty girl knows that push ups or sit ups are a no no always leaves you out of breath

6. Running for the bus is just never a plan; you always come close to slapping yourself or you actually slap yourself.

 

7. Folding hands or attempting to seat at the bar counter is just so uncomfortable.

8. Scarves never work for busty girls – ask one we just use them because we also feel cold.

9. Bra underwire can really eat into your skin.

Yaani, a busty girl like Kathy Mwathi has many many problems I could fill the page with it but  I have chosen to love me, and do me.

So in attempt to love my girls I decided:

1) I am always going to wear the right bra size; they are a bit pricey by the way.
2) I am going to rock dresses and tops that are comfortable for me, not showy and not frumpy
3) That I will work out comfortably and be happy about my body; because even after working out I will still be apple-shaped no point stressing.

4) That I am going to avoid those button down tops; they are a mess.

5) I am going to try as much as is humanly possible to be in time for dates and meetings  I am not getting on that running bus; no I aint and risk self slapping.

6. I will keep warm, I know scarves are sometimes messy but I am not going to die of pneumonia so that I look politically smart.

7. I am looking forward to the bra gift vouchers.  Thanks Joy Karemesi you have always been on point with the gifts, nothing makes a big girl glad than an appropriate gift.

 

So all you busty girls go ahead and enjoy your bodies because all the skinny flat chested girls have their problems too.

 

God bless

 

Francois “Le French” May 22, 2013

He had a pair of shiny shoes…..and because of that I nicknamed him MURANG’A TEXAS. He had a myriad of Pink Shirts and as such Nanah nicknamed him Pink Floyd. He told the silliest jokes on our Work Whatsapp group, Bev nicknamed him Le French. Every life he touched he changed and influenced.

I worked with him for about a year. I must say I will always remember him for  his bravery in dressing; before him I knew few men who would stride around in pink shirts and all other manner of bold colors. He had an unmistakable sense of fashion.

He entertained Ines and I; He had the simplest approach to life, never once showing a sign of defeat. He believed everything was possible and he would just tell you to wait for him to think through things. He and I got along like a house on fire.  His death was the last thing I expected; we had spoken on 26th April 2013 and he was supposed to buy me shoes from UG as a gift; so on the 27th April when I called his line it went unanswered and I thought he was sleeping in. Unbeknownst to me, my Pink Floyd was lying cold in the morgue. He had, had an accident, a freak one at 3am on this day as he came from work. He rested.

Going about my business on 28th April, Eddie calls and informs me of the sad news, I spend the next week in limbo hoping Francois will be back and all this was a bad joke, he was so full of life, he was the epitome of success and he was the smoothest storyteller.  Now my deskie was gone, how would life be without him? Was he really gone?

Well on 7th May 2013 we laid him to rest, I had not cried since he passed on, but this day it hit me that he would not be coming back but we would meet again up yonder.  Tears frustration, anger and all the emotions broke me down I cried for Francois for the life he would not get to live, I cried for the way he died alone, I cried that I had lost a dear friend and that was it in this life and nothing else would come from him to me. I cried for the children he would never have, for the fullness of life he had. But I thanked God for allowing us to meet and become friends and for allowing us the pleasure of a year of great friendship.

Francois I know you will not read this and may never understand my hurt but I miss you friend. I miss you and the silly jokes. I miss your resourcefulness. I miss you on whatsapp. I miss you on skype. I just miss that you are no longer here.  I will get used to not seeing you; but will never forget you.  Rest in peace Le French, Murang’a Texas, MC, Francois……Rest my friend we will meet again soon. This is the route we all must take.

I celebrate you Francois.

Hebrews 9:27

The Message (MSG)

^27-28 Everyone has to die once, then face the consequences. Christ’s death was also a one-time event, but it was a sacrifice that took care of sins forever. And so, when he next appears, the outcome for those eager to greet him is, precisely,salvation.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou

 

Year 2012 December 20, 2012

The year is fast coming to a close.

There are just 11 days to the year end.

What has happened this year that was noteable?

I got a job promotion – this came with loads of responsibilities and reduced free time. But its been a great growing experience for me.

I guess the best thing that happened is meeting Eve Khamasi. This blog post is more about her than about anything else.

I met Eve through Joy (a mutual friend) at some point in 2011 during Joy’s going away party. Well, I never thought I would ever get close to her.  From the first time I met Eve I knew there was no ounce of pretense in her.

Fast forward into the year; she reached out she took me out for coffee. We hang out in groups, we hang out just the two of us.  Then we just  started hanging out the two of us and doing fun things together; karaoke, dinner just to name a few.

 

Why is this year about Eve you ask:  She calls out the nonsense in my life and sets me straight. If you know me well, you know I am headstrong and hard to convince. She has learnt how to do it with very little force.

Eve in you I have found the friend Proverbs 17:17 talks about.  Thank you for the times we have spent together the fun times, the tough love times, the sad times and the times in between.  I have enjoyed the year and 2 months it has shown me that the world still has great people in it.

In the years to come, I hope God will bless us with greater dimensions to this friendship.  May the years bring with them good tidings.

This post is to many years of friendship.

 

 

 

To Win in Life September 3, 2012

Run in such a way as to get the prize. 1 Corinthians 9:24

William Arthur Ward wrote: ‘Believe while others are doubting. Plan while others are playing. Decide while others are delaying. Prepare while others are daydreaming. Begin while others are procrastinating. Work while others are wishing. Save while others are wasting. Listen while others are talking. Smile while others are frowning. Persist while others are quitting.’

To win in life requires three things:

1) You must start. That may seem obvious, but many of us are stuck in the starting blocks waiting for something to get us going. What has God called and equipped you to do? Step out and do it, and He will empower you!

2) You must give it your all. Divers in the Olympics don’t save all their effort for their final dive. They concentrate on nailing every single one, increasing their chances for a gold medal. Don’t settle for mediocrity at any stage of life (Philippians 3:14).

3) You must never quit. In the 1992 Olympics, Derek Redmond of Britain was competing in the 400 metre race when he suffered a torn hamstring and fell. As the other runners breezed past him, he began to struggle to his feet. His father, whose face was covered with tears, suddenly ran down from the stands to help him up. Slowly, agonisingly, they made their way around the rest of the track and crossed the finish line as the stadium in Seoul burst into thunderous applause. Redmond didn’t win a medal, but he won something more important-the respect of the world.

The Bible says, ‘Run in such a way as to get the prize.’

Wangui Gitau July 17, 2012

My baby niece the most beautiful gal I know in the planet right now….I dare you to show me one gal more beautiful than this one.

I always used to wonder how can a baby not look like the mother (coz if you know Clive he looks nothing like me) but I know why now, God ensures we are not mean with our babies.  Wangui is my spitting image.

She came into the world on 24th October 2011 she shares a birthday with her mommy – God’s way of ensuring Gitau never forgets a birthday! (God gotcha Gitau)

She has the strongest lungs – man she can cry (but I love her still)

oh and her ears were pierced a while back, she looks so nice.

she can plank also 🙂

 

My little look a-like is just making me want another baby, wish it was just that easy – I want; and tomorrow I have one.

 

June 26, 2012

Raata you make me so hungry

My girlfriend Naomi Mwai came home for a night of food and Movies and this is what we ended up making making a quick  delicsh-yummy Honey-Glazed Breasts.

Naomi really wanted wings but i guess i won…

We also made a Beetroot and Carrot salad that just made our taste bud’s even more hmmmm whats the word, tingle?

 

Chicken with Salad here it is

Am thinking of throwing a free Family or engagement shoot in September keep it Yummy people 🙂 God Bless

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