Waaringa

If I had a superpower, it'd be flying. Yesterday read that means I feel tied down and would like to be free. Maybe, I don't know, could be. My favourite part of flying is the  take off, that moment when the wheels leave the ground and I'm up in the air, absolutely love it. Too bad I can't stand up and cheer. To celebrate my birthday last year, I wanted to bungee jump. Sadly, I got sick. Two months ago, June, my friend Juliet mentioned she's visiting me in Jinja and would like to bungee jumping. I was all in. I was the last of the three to go. At first I was excited, then watching and  hearing  the screams slowly replaced the excitement with fear. By the time,I was standing on the ledge, the assistant holding the back of my jeans so that I don't topple over, I had changed my mind. What if,  the bungee cord snaps?That was the only question swirling in my mind. At the count of 3, he let go and I was in hurling down towards the water.The screams were automatic, di...

Early 2013,I  broke it off with Frank  and locked up my heart. At the time, I would have described it as being careful. I started dating in April this year and  a  friend sent me the above quote when I told her .I didn't like it then and certainly don't now.It rang too true. My heart was safe, for 3 years, possibly longer.It hibernated and I cruised along just fine. It's now  awakening and I'm not fine. I've now been dating for 3 months and my friends expect a happy answer when they ask how it's going. Thing is, I don't have one to give. My heart is stirring from it's slumber and it's painful, uncomfortable and difficult. My default setting is run. I hadn't realised that I thought love is a weakness and reprogramming my thinking is an uphill task. And herein, I'm discovering the power of vulnerability.Especially with myself. This is the first time in my life I'm looking into the mirror and facing my scars, appreciating how they...

My mentor,Rosie told me something  that I'm trying to adapt this year: 'if it doesn't work for you,dump it' Very liberating statement. Unfortunately, hard to practice. Especially because I've realised I'm a hoarder. An emotional hoarder. I hold onto too many  memories,relationships and emotions , way past their expiry date. And obviously,behind this is fear and comfort. Fear of rejection and the unknown. Comfort of the familiar I had coffee with my good friend Chris in March. She said she' trimming the fat' Anything and anyone that's unhealthy for her, she's trimming. It's 4th May 2016,  it's about time I dumped and trimmed.

 Yesterday I learnt the statement  ' This too shall pass ' is not in the Bible. I'm sure I've heard a preacher quote it is  and have probably said it myself. Made me wonder how many other things I'm wrong/ ignorant  about.  Today I was filling in a survey that answered my question.Many things. * 3 . How would you describe your gender identity? (Select all that apply)  *If you are not familiar with the term “cisgender,” it refers to people who identify as the gender they were assigned at birth. Agender Bigender ...

Proverbs 18:24b-There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. I thought I had the flu-was running a slight fever and feeling weak. Took a day off,expecting it to clear and I would go back to work. What followed was a misdiagnosis, admission to 3 different hospitals, a blood transfusion, countless injections and worse pain than giving birth. It was a miracle I made it. Through all this,Elena was steadfast. She was my rock-I know I wouldn't have made it without her. I now know she cried constantly,fought for me and was thoroughly overwhelmed. There are incidences and hours that I do not recall. She,however,was the constant through it all. Being sick is hard, in a foreign land  it's a hundred times worse. Elena,became the bridge between my family and me. She comforted and reassured both parties. Thank you seems inadequate,but for now it'll have to do. I'll be forever indebted to her-my knightress in shining armour. Thank you Elena

It's been 2 months, 3 weeks and 2 days since I moved in. Long enough to bump into people I know at most of the public places I go to. Which is a pleasant surprise. Some of the  things I like: #Dress school uniforms. I went to a girls boarding high school in Kenya and I know of only 1 school(then) where the female students wore dresses. In most primary schools,girls wore dresses,then switched to skirts in high school.They also wear trousers now. I therefore noticed the high school girls in dresses here. I discovered dresses 3 years ago and I wish I had that choice in high school. #The street food.What an array of choices. The street behind our office comes alive from 5,when we lock up. Chicken,liver,samosas,milk,Food(matoke,rice, posho,cassava,pumpkin,sweet and irish potatoes) maize,fish,chip,mandazis ,chapi,rolex.........spoilt for choice. And at fair prices too. #Men with children. In my life,I've seen the most of  men  accompanied by  children in the ...

On this day, 6 years ago,I was sitting at my desk at work when Wangari, my small sister called me. We had left the house earlier together;I was headed to work,she went to the hospital to take care of Dad. I'd called her an hour earlier,to confirm he was alive.He was. When I saw her number on my caller ID,I knew. She was crying,yet her voice was strong,as she told me what I knew,yet dreaded to hear. I called my favourite cousin,Sarah and she started to cry.I quickly hang up. Next on my list was my colleague,Carol. Within 15 minutes,I was out of the door and headed to South B. I'd texted my close friends. I refused to answer any calls,it was the only way to hold in the tears. He was still lying in his hospital room when I arrived. He was warm. Mum,Wambui and Ng'ang'a,my other siblings were there. His brother,Uncle Jeff , My cousins Anthony,Hinga, Eda and Pastor Ann were also present. My tears were prompted by Wambui and Anthony's tears. The  taxi had ...