2015 is 30 minutes away as I write this. I am all alone in the house, my husband is in another corner of Kenya keeping peace and our little princess is asleep.
As I reflect on 2014 and all that happened I am greateful, greatful for the lessons and the gift of good health. As I usher in 2015 my Prayer is that the lessons 2014 taught me will help me become a better person and that I will be able to fight the fear of the unknown.
My prayer is that nothing will hold me back in fighting for my dreams and achieving them. I also pray that my country Kenya will be more secure so I can have my husband near me {;)}....
My prayer is that my family and friends will be well and that 2015 will treat them kind....
As I sit all alone in the house I can't help but thank my heavenly father for the gift of life...Let me count along with the rest of Kenya...5,4,3,2,1....HAVE A BLESSED 2015
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Life’s little lessons….
Today as I was taking my morning jog, I remembered how it was hard for me when I started. There is a small hill that I have to pass and I really hated it, every time I got there I would tell my husband that I need to rest, he would push me on, do not stop jogging just slow down but do not stop.
That is how life is, that hill represents the hardships we endure. We want to stop and take the easy route but we have to push on, you can stop to refocus but you have to keep moving and when you get on the other side of the hill you will realize nothing lasts forever and the satisfaction of having endured makes you a fighter.
As you pass the hills of life slow down but do not stop, keep fighting and jogging through all of them.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Happy Birthday Caro....
Dear Caro,
Today is a big milestone for you, turning 25.
I want to wish you well, happiness, love and joy, am so proud for the far you've come. Watching you fight so many obstacles and still smiling through it all. I envy you Swits, I had not achieved what you have, when I was 25. Hold your head high, because you are an amazing, confident woman and I thank God Leyla has you to guide her.
Thank you for what you been in my life, more than a sister, you have never turned your back and though i am older I always learn alot from you. As you celebrate your birthday, remember i love you so very much and i'm keeping this space open because i know you are going places.
Happy Birthday First born and Mapenzi tele.
Today is a big milestone for you, turning 25.
I want to wish you well, happiness, love and joy, am so proud for the far you've come. Watching you fight so many obstacles and still smiling through it all. I envy you Swits, I had not achieved what you have, when I was 25. Hold your head high, because you are an amazing, confident woman and I thank God Leyla has you to guide her.
Thank you for what you been in my life, more than a sister, you have never turned your back and though i am older I always learn alot from you. As you celebrate your birthday, remember i love you so very much and i'm keeping this space open because i know you are going places.
Happy Birthday First born and Mapenzi tele.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
My Mathare...
One thing I remember most while growing up in Mathare Slums is the LOVE we shared, back then we were one big community. It saddens me what has become of Mathare right now, Tribalism has taken root, and the sad part is that the ones causing it is our generation.
Back in the day I remember my mum speaking luo and kamba so well, we did not have the tribal barrier. Our parents did not care about it, instead they cared about raising children as a community.
Christmas was for all, Fatuma would braid our hair so well, while Akumu would cook great pilau, then we would all go for Maji Mazuri camping trip. I wish I can recall where we went wrong, what happened that we lost respect for human life, what made us feel so at ease to kill each other so quickly.
I wish I knew when we allowed our heads to be filled with dirt about other tribes, I wish I would go back to my Mathare, where we would play outside till late in the evening with no worries, where one neighbour’s loss was a loss for all of us and where children were not afraid of being associated to a particular tribe.
I thank God for the young people who are still fighting to have that Mathare back, Titus Kuria, Julius Mwelu, Wairimu Gitau, Maji Mazuri Youth group, Roots Group, David Waithaka, and our big sister Naomi who loves Mathare in a special way. I pray and wish that My Mathare will be back one day, but as we wait lets spread LOVE, LOVE and more LOVE….
Back in the day I remember my mum speaking luo and kamba so well, we did not have the tribal barrier. Our parents did not care about it, instead they cared about raising children as a community.
Christmas was for all, Fatuma would braid our hair so well, while Akumu would cook great pilau, then we would all go for Maji Mazuri camping trip. I wish I can recall where we went wrong, what happened that we lost respect for human life, what made us feel so at ease to kill each other so quickly.
I wish I knew when we allowed our heads to be filled with dirt about other tribes, I wish I would go back to my Mathare, where we would play outside till late in the evening with no worries, where one neighbour’s loss was a loss for all of us and where children were not afraid of being associated to a particular tribe.
I thank God for the young people who are still fighting to have that Mathare back, Titus Kuria, Julius Mwelu, Wairimu Gitau, Maji Mazuri Youth group, Roots Group, David Waithaka, and our big sister Naomi who loves Mathare in a special way. I pray and wish that My Mathare will be back one day, but as we wait lets spread LOVE, LOVE and more LOVE….
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