STORIES FROM MY HEART

Flashing lights,Speeding automobiles Honking drivers, gas filled tanks Loud music,bopping heads Nairobi Nights Packed Parking slots Men, women on cell phones Darting eyes, Drunken Gazes Nairobi Nights Friendly bar-folk, perfect strangers Tequila Patron and a man who's new in town Dry white wine and a dry spell stares Nairobi nights Curvy women, pot bellied men Handsome exboyfriends and slit eyed women Stilettos and dusty shoes, sweaty, humid, sexy, even Nairobi Nights Jameson, Captain Morgan and sexy platforms Absolute Vodka, Chanel No 5 and cheap wallets Men in suits and women with wanting eyes Nairobi Nights Keys on tables and a heated rush Sweaty palms and roving eyes French Kisses and chinese tables Engines raving and creaking beds Nairobi Nights. I love my Nairobi nights.

I recently re-branded a venture that I put my heart into about a year and a half ago, and part of the rebranding took on a great deal of identifying purpose and my commitment towards developing my personal brand. The ladies that know me well know me as the one who will do your make-up and attempt to re-do your wardrobe if you make the mistake to spend the night at my house. I am practically obsessed with style and make-overs. With time, I have learnt to appreciate the cliche that we use quite often but pay little attention to: "You only have one chance at first impressions" For a long time, this quote referred to the physical: The clothes I wore, How I did my make-up, what shoes I had on and my posture etc, but I have now learnt that it starts from within and whatever impression one gives is only an indication of what's bubbling underneath. That's where the real stuff is. That's where greatness begins. Last week I read about the 'Elevator Pitch...