STORIES FROM MY HEART

If you have kept up with me here in my blog journey, you know this already: I have a very short attention span with things that are constant. I know that this can easily be confused with inconsistency especially in blogosphere where brand building is not just an option, but THE mantra. I love to see things from a different angle. I have changed the look and feel of this blog countless times, because I am looking for something I am yet to find. I get tired of status-quo, at home, at work, with my food, my look ...everything. I even get tired of seeing myself in the mirror; looking the same way, everyday. Being on leave (or off duty this past week) gave me lots of time to re think, re focus, realize my potential in every way I could think of. I even got contact lenses:-). Hazel ones; that gave me a new reason to stare at myself in the mirror, I am told that can be classified as vanity, but I am a woman, it is expected under the feminine dynamics pie chart.Oh..and i drank cappucino, even...

1. I can not fall asleep unless I talk to someone, and it’s got to be one that’s preferably not in my house. 2. My favorite place to be is in a quiet room alone, with soft music playing in the background. 3. I've never really wanted to be a town girl but if you cant beat em’, join em! 4. When I was a kid, I believed I was adopted because I over heard grown ups gossiping (justifying) my thumb sucking ;-( 5. My family is the biggest reality I will ever have, pure, un-pretentious and loving 6. When I was young I used to pray “ Dear God, when I grow up I want to be a mermaid, sometimes I still think I am still growing.:-) 7. I once tricked a tall boy called Macharia Kigotho in standard 4, he had made jokes about me, and I asked him to sit down for God knows why( he was so tall I couldn’t achieve my intentions), I slapped him hard across the cheek and ran off…he later tried to hire John Mungo to beat me, but my brother Ruto was a school bully, so John couldn’t do nadda!!! 8. I like to m...

Grains of Masala...: TALKING GLASS

I had a date with Lizz yesterday. We planned for it early and made sure it was just the two of us ( Girl talk). I had a really terrible day at work and just wanted to be in a Noisy palce and really looked forward to it. So after work, I went home, had dinner, put Baby to bed and was getting ready to leave for Tamasha when a certain contact of mine had some information i badly needed. So I detoured to Serena for what I thought would be 30 mins. It wasnt, it took two hours. Lizz was breathing fire and brimstone by the time I got to Tamasha, and we had a little brawl at the parking lot over why I kept her waiting, why I did not call to say i would be late, how I made her sit in the bar- alone..for two hours (and She is not my Boyfriend!) she actually used those words:-) Anyway she is my best friend and I knew I had messed up, so I promised to make up for it. Shortly we were back at the bar, laughing and catching up on our Jobs and plans going forward, love life, and the adventures of life...

I don’t like my tea served in a clear Crystal glass, if you share my opinion, we’re on the same page. The glass makes the drink. The other day I met up with a good friend, Carlos at Bacchus, that’s the relatively new club next to Havana in Westland’s, touted as an upscale bourgeois lounge, judging by the number of high net Nairobi Socialites, as well as several who aim to “get there” someone I know calls it the “ Waiting to exhale syndrome” Anyway, I asked for a dry white, Carlos asked for a whisky, (JB, Coke and Ice) which was served in the wrong glass. This here is a whisky glass. For a place like Bacchus, it was a bit disappointing. It is not a phenomena restricted to Bacchus, but lets do the ‘talking glasses’ class. Red wines are best when poured into and sipped out of a wine glass with adequate room. A distinctly oval or egg-shaped bowl that narrows slightly at the top, like this: White wine, my favourite, and just learned from Carlos that the more a wine ages, the sweeter it gets...

I must admit, I am not a sheng person. But Don’t judge me, I am not snobbish. I have a perfect (and real) explanation. I was born and bred in Kitale, where the closest to making literary alterations was a strong inclination to the Bukusu dialect, and examples of such words are nipeeko, unaendanga shule, kiketi (chair) and others. And when to my utter shock and dismay (I had to use these words) the Eldoret express bus arrived in Nairobi, I experienced culture shock, ok to overstate it a little. I lived in Buru then, with my Aunt and her family, and then the sheng began. "Njumu zako ni fresh"and me wondering what vegetables we could be talking about, in Kitale, we would say Viatu. Period. Fast forward to several years later when I said bye to my 20's I listen to Ghetto Radio in the mornings, By Choice. It was a coincidence at first, but I am not a fan of several fm stations, I like good music and no talk, but of course that never happens. Slowly I started to follow the cha...