I am sitting at Java, Yaya Centre, enjoying a hot mug of Lemon Ginger and honey, and a little spoil of mushroom chips, I am wondering If I really should be eating chips when I have engaged my mind lately with getting to work out in 2010. It’s the 30th of December 2009 and I am supposed to be in Kitale, the little town in the Rift Valley where I grew up; to Usher in the new year with family; but I am not at the farm, I just got back to Nairobi this morning: It feels like the new year already, It feels like I am about to leap into a new phase of life, exploring new heights, that usually I would have ignored. ..Yes, I am not talking about it. Anyway, 2009 has been breathtaking. Just when I felt like I knew almost all a 30 year old woman has to know, a whole new world opened up, with all its uncertainties, it became the year I actually truly began to mature, gracefully at that! I have learned to love life, live it to the fullest, and to appreciate that happiness is priceless. Being young ...
Chronicles of a former Business Journalist | Believer of the African Dream | Mother | Lover of Life| Poet