Waaringa

A friend has been posting a lot of Warsan Shire's poetry. This piece hit home and made the tears come out of hibernation: “How far have you walked for men who have never held your feet in their laps? How often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short? Why do you find the unavailable so alluring? Where did it begin? What went wrong? And who made you feel so worthless? If they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you? All this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they could not hear you, but they smelt it on you; you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin? And what about the others that would do anything for you? Why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? How are you both of these women; both flighty and needful? Where did you learn this ... to want what does not want you? Where did you learn this ... to leave those that want to stay?” ― Warsan Shire

So.....I like this guy. And because life sucks,I have to give him up. It's going be hard. Think I'll put my heart on ice for a while after this. Am hoping  the tears stay put.

I used Mbagathi Way today and couldn't help the tears welling up when we passed the Montezuma Funeral Home. I've been there twice this year. For those who have left us this year,Pst Ann, Mso, Cucu, Daktari, Mike, Mose,  Uncle Ngugi&those gone years earlier,you aren't forgotten. Rest In Peace

I found myself thinking  of when Westgate would be accessible so that I can go lay flowers for the fallen. Was even planning on taking my daughter along so that she can also pay my respects. I won't pretend to believe that 68 people died in that attack,but the thought of laying flowers never crossed my mind after the Sinai slums tragedy or Sachangwan. In fact I remember thinking those   Kenyans were at fault. I apologise. For thinking of some lives as more important than others. #ashamed. And so today I pay tribute to the Kenyans whose deaths don't make headlines. Like the 5 who died when that blast went off in Mathare,the hundreds who have died in senseless attacks in  Tana River, Moyale, Mandera ,Garissa and West Pokot. And so help me God,to express and feel outrage for each and every innocent life that is snuffed out,whether I can relate to it or not. Forgive me  for this Animal Farm mentality,that all animals are equal but some are more equal than othe...

I love that slogan. Truly we are one. And as my friend Betty joked on facebook,Kenyans:divided by Kenyans,united by terrorists. My heart is bleeding for our children.In their era,they don't have to battle disease,poverty,paedophiles, lies and half truths peddled by the internet,false teachings,two faced role models,they have added terrorists to the list. On Saturday,Kenyans were up in arms on the coverage of the hostage situation.And of course Sunday Nation's unprofessional,unethical,unclever front page. All in  race to be the one who broke the story. Sometimes our media houses remind me of matatu drivers-who drive carelessly and dangerously as if they were not in the vehicle should anything happen to it. You'd think the media houses reports wouldn't affect them and their loved ones.As if they  don't live here. I hope the outrage and disgust by Kenyans will serve as a wake-up and they will review their practices. There's a popular expression that i...

Of course I have a lot to say and am finding it easier to write it out in my head. Milk prices have gone up and we're all crying foul. The Cordashians are out with their guns blazing and am sure the Unga/Maziwa revolution is gearing up for a piece of the action. When we passed the new constitution,we didn't question where the  money for the new structures was coming from. So I say,brace yourselves,it ain't over yet.

Yesterday I went for Piano and Voice,Great show by Kanji and Aaron. Before I left  town ,I had coffee with my friend Ann . She pointed out that such gigs are the places to meet men of substance. I didn’t so maybe better luck next time????           That conversation crossed my mind though at some point and looking around my eyes fell on the women present. Beautiful  women, wearing flawless makeup, not a hair out of place .Clutching handbags which matched the outfits and heels. It occurred to me, the men in Nairobi are spoilt for choice. And if we are to date and marry the men we prefer,men with depth,who are curious about life,men who pause and question the wheres, hows and whys of mankind’s existence, only God can bring us to  notice each other. It’s no use wanting to dress, talk ,act like so and so in order to get a man like she got. It’s not about practicing all those tips  on the Saturday magazine a...