STORIES FROM MY HEART

The Infrastructure bond result announcements was filled with cheer.over subscription against the current investor sentiment brought quite some joy to the tenth floor at treasury. The room was full of luaghter, from Mutula Kilonzo's "hangy pangy" show stopping statements about a new metropolis, excitement was rife. But the new Chair of the CMA, Micah Cheresem,a former Governor of the Central Bank stole the show. "When you see a Lion run out of a bush..dont go there, when I heard that the CMA Chair resigned, i did not know why, but I did get into that bush!" Those were his opening words. Interesting way to start his new role. Just Incase you are wondering, Mr Chereserem has been a farmer since 2001, and wonders why he started so late. And to rogue brokers he said "I give you notice..if you do not know how I work, ask the commercial banks" That's the kind of statement we want to hear, and we hope that his words will one day be a reality, sooner other ...

I know. I did not keep my promise on Mamlaka part 2, thing is, there was no Mamlaka for me this past Sunday. I woke up early, 8.00 am to be exact, made a hot chocolate and coupled that with the dark chocolate cake I had baked the previous evening. After that there was only one way to go...bed. I am not letting go of my dreams of walking down that road. I am just begining to analyse the fact that it is not as smooth as i hoped it would be, in my folly. I now realize it is a road that is paved with rough edges, some of those being, the kind of Kenya my leaders want, rocks jutting out of the roadside representing the Kenya that I want, and there's also little streams of scandals and more scandals flowing down that road. What i then need is the strength to make it through, leaving no stone unturned. So then how do I walk this road? I have the option of ignoring the rough edges and stick to the smooth path to Mamlaka, or stone by stone, examine the road I am taking, and make decisions t...

THE ROAD TO MAMLAKA…... 30th January, Sunday Morning. “F****!! Its 7.00 am!” Those were the first words I heard on Sunday morning and that set the pace for a rather interesting day. I promised Collins, my dearest friend (and brother) that I would go to Church more this year, something I have hardly done in most of my Post- baby life. Apart from 3 or so weddings in which I was bride’s maid, I have confided myself to Sunday school with Imani on an on and off basis, but this year, I decided to do it different. I want to find God again. So, the road to Mamlaka now begins. 10.00 AM and I dash out of the house, late, but the cold shower was a great idea, stung me back to life. Last night’s overwhelming events were clouding my thoughts and it wasn’t easy to stay on the track. As I glided down procession road and up Mamlaka road, I thought about this new relationship I want to have with God. I have been here before, and then it was deep and meaningful, it was a relationship based on pure love...