I never thought I would use the Train, but thanks to traffic jam on Thika Rd I am now a registered member of the Rift Valley Railway.
Every day there is something to smile about, sitting at my favourite corner I watch all the happenings in the morning. There isn’t much drama at Kahawa West, everyone sits silently most of them looking sleepy. Next stop Githurai and this is where all the drama begins, from the Mokorino lady who pushes her way in to the guy who is always cursing her. The Mokorino lady always has the last laugh she always gets a sit.
Next stop is Mwiki, apart from the giggling school girls there isn’t much drama. I always wonder why they giggle, guess it is the fun of using the train.
Dandora….Dandora…center of all drama. This where grown men prefer hanging on the windows so as not to pay the fare, this is where the ladies have discovered the art of dodging the tout. It is in Dandora where everyone knows the latest information on politics and they already know which team will win the world cup.
Thanks to using the train I now eat groundnut daily, the ladies selling them make sure you have a bite as you make your to work or home.
If you thought you can get away without paying your fare, think again. RVR have employed some G4S guards whose sole purpose is to make sure that you pay and when they get you, you will part with more money.
As I alight the Train there is a warm welcoming voice thanking us for us the train and reminding us to alight with all our luggage. I always walk away smiling, waiting for my next adventure on the train
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Her Story
Her smile is full of goodness, yet her eyes tell a different story,
A story she wishes to forget, a story full of pain and fear,
She wonders why her life had to be part of the sad story,
The images are still fresh in her young mind, she weeps,
She wishes she could tell the story without being so sad,
But how can she tell the story of the Monsters without crying,
Monsters that took her innocence by force, she weeps,
Monsters that did not care that she was a frightened child,
Monsters who enjoyed the act, Monsters, she weeps,
Monsters who are still roaming around, she weeps,
Monsters who taught her to hate, Monsters, she weeps,
How will she learn to smile with happy eyes?
Who will teach her how to smile with her eyes?
How can she ever tell her story without crying?
She wishes she can rewrite a happier story,
She wishes that the next chapter will be a happier one,
As she smiles she hopes her eyes will hide the sadness.
A story she wishes to forget, a story full of pain and fear,
She wonders why her life had to be part of the sad story,
The images are still fresh in her young mind, she weeps,
She wishes she could tell the story without being so sad,
But how can she tell the story of the Monsters without crying,
Monsters that took her innocence by force, she weeps,
Monsters that did not care that she was a frightened child,
Monsters who enjoyed the act, Monsters, she weeps,
Monsters who are still roaming around, she weeps,
Monsters who taught her to hate, Monsters, she weeps,
How will she learn to smile with happy eyes?
Who will teach her how to smile with her eyes?
How can she ever tell her story without crying?
She wishes she can rewrite a happier story,
She wishes that the next chapter will be a happier one,
As she smiles she hopes her eyes will hide the sadness.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Old School Christmas
As we approach Christmas, I miss the old school Christmas. Things have really changed, back then we used to pray that Christmas would never end. One of the things I miss most is shopping for Christmas clothes, I had so much fun. I would get a Pink dress, white socks, pink heeled shoes who would beat that. My poor brothers were bought the same trousers, same shoes and same shirts. The smell of new clothes really excited me, the worst part would be waiting for Christmas.
Christmas Eve and all kids would be allowed to play outside till midnight, while we waited for the Mass to begin. Come Christmas morning, first thing would be taking a bath all the while thinking of how I would floss with my new outfit. I would visit all my neighbors so they could see my stunning outfit, the worst part would be having the same outfit as your neighbor’s kid.
The day’s menu would be Chapati and Ndengu, for some reason everyone in the neighborhood cooked the same dish. After having our lunch, a visit to the local photo studio was a guarantee, the poses were to die for. The day’s outing would be at Uhuru Park, the boat rides and photo sessions were a must.
I wish I would go back to that, maybe this Christmas I will do it the old school way.
Christmas Eve and all kids would be allowed to play outside till midnight, while we waited for the Mass to begin. Come Christmas morning, first thing would be taking a bath all the while thinking of how I would floss with my new outfit. I would visit all my neighbors so they could see my stunning outfit, the worst part would be having the same outfit as your neighbor’s kid.
The day’s menu would be Chapati and Ndengu, for some reason everyone in the neighborhood cooked the same dish. After having our lunch, a visit to the local photo studio was a guarantee, the poses were to die for. The day’s outing would be at Uhuru Park, the boat rides and photo sessions were a must.
I wish I would go back to that, maybe this Christmas I will do it the old school way.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
PINK DRESS
When I was a kid I had a beautiful pink dress, every time I wore it I would glow with confidence. It was my source of confidence, it had that magic touch that would transform me from a shy little girl to confident girl. One day i tried wearing my pink dress but it did not fit any more, I was hurt and scared, I had nothing to show off anymore. My confidence was at 0% and no other dress would bring back my glow.
In life we have that pink dress we hold on to for so long, the one that gives you the glow and confidence you need. Many a time we forget that we do not need anything or anyone to give us the confidence we need. We forget that when the pink dress does not fit any more you will need to buy a new dress, you need to learn to make people see you can glow in every situation.
In life we have that pink dress we hold on to for so long, the one that gives you the glow and confidence you need. Many a time we forget that we do not need anything or anyone to give us the confidence we need. We forget that when the pink dress does not fit any more you will need to buy a new dress, you need to learn to make people see you can glow in every situation.
Monday, July 27, 2009
My Movie
Last night i had a talk with my director...he had some good news for me, he would let me watch a clip of my movie. I was so excited for i was the star and i had the best director.
The first scene was of a beautiful baby girl, surrounded by smiling faces...oh that was me, guess i was a day old. As the movie progresses i see the baby girl growing up...many are the times she falls but with the help of the director she is up again.
As i continue watching my movie, i realize there were times i hid from the director, i thought i would be able to direct my own movie, but he never left me he was always waiting to help make that important shot.
The director paused the movie and i knew i didnt have to watch the rest of it, from the little i had seen, i knew we rise, we fall and we never give up. I knew with God as my director i did not have to be afraid.....
My director has taught me to love and laugh with my heart, he has taught me the value of hard work and most importantly he has told me that he has good plans for me.
I do not know what to expect in the movie of my life, but one thing is i want to make the script enjoyble, i want the Director to enjoy directing it...i want to have the best ending....i wnat to let God lead the way.
The first scene was of a beautiful baby girl, surrounded by smiling faces...oh that was me, guess i was a day old. As the movie progresses i see the baby girl growing up...many are the times she falls but with the help of the director she is up again.
As i continue watching my movie, i realize there were times i hid from the director, i thought i would be able to direct my own movie, but he never left me he was always waiting to help make that important shot.
The director paused the movie and i knew i didnt have to watch the rest of it, from the little i had seen, i knew we rise, we fall and we never give up. I knew with God as my director i did not have to be afraid.....
My director has taught me to love and laugh with my heart, he has taught me the value of hard work and most importantly he has told me that he has good plans for me.
I do not know what to expect in the movie of my life, but one thing is i want to make the script enjoyble, i want the Director to enjoy directing it...i want to have the best ending....i wnat to let God lead the way.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Beautiful Heartbreak
Please let it be a "beautiful heartbreak"
where i love you even after the goodbye
where you smile at me from the heart
where we hold hands as we part ways
where i promise to always be a friend
where you promise to be happy again
Let it be a "Beautiful Heartbreak"
where i love you even after the goodbye
where you smile at me from the heart
where we hold hands as we part ways
where i promise to always be a friend
where you promise to be happy again
Let it be a "Beautiful Heartbreak"
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Dear Mum,
I wish i knew how to thank you, i wish i knew what to say to show you how much you mean to me.
You are my bestfriend, we have cried and laughed together. Mum i want to thank you for everything, for making sure i was well provided for. You have always wanted whats best for me, i thank you for the spanking when i was a kid, it helped mama....see i grew up to be a responsible lady. Mama i don't know how you do it, taking care of us so well, and managing to smile through it all.
Mum remember when i was young and i would take my other siblings for a dive at 'Kita', we would come back home dirty and hungry, you would always show me some tough love and feed me well, i would promise not to do it again but i broke my promises so often. Yet you let me get away with it, part of growing up i guess. Mum you have so much love to give.
Mum you are my hero, i want to be everything you are. As we celebrate mothers day i just want to let you know that i love you and that you are the best gift that God has given me.
In your eyes i see what i want to become.
You are my bestfriend, we have cried and laughed together. Mum i want to thank you for everything, for making sure i was well provided for. You have always wanted whats best for me, i thank you for the spanking when i was a kid, it helped mama....see i grew up to be a responsible lady. Mama i don't know how you do it, taking care of us so well, and managing to smile through it all.
Mum remember when i was young and i would take my other siblings for a dive at 'Kita', we would come back home dirty and hungry, you would always show me some tough love and feed me well, i would promise not to do it again but i broke my promises so often. Yet you let me get away with it, part of growing up i guess. Mum you have so much love to give.
Mum you are my hero, i want to be everything you are. As we celebrate mothers day i just want to let you know that i love you and that you are the best gift that God has given me.
In your eyes i see what i want to become.
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