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Always #LikeAGirl

*Disclaimer: Just felt like writing something based on the campaign, but I’m not in any way associated with or endorsing Always.

I work with music and sometimes with imaginary music. When I have my headphones on and nothing is actually playing, but for some reason it feels like the music is on – and then I get into my zone. Does that ever happen to you? Anyway, as I was doing my internet rounds some time, I happened to come across this lovely ad. Confession, I love Safaricom and Samsung ads, the rest, I just “Skip Ad”. That aside, have you watched the Always #LikeAGirl ad, no? You can watch it here.

It took me down memory lane. I remember when I wrote this “Yes, I’m a Girl” post. We girls are really sensitive, I know dudes are too (I’m just massaging your ego by the way), but we’re a special breed and by all means, in a good way. That’s why people would tell you you’re doing something “like a girl”. I don’t think it’s an insult per se, that’s what most people perceive it to be. But I don’t think when someone says it that’s what they intend to mean. It’s just that we girls, do things delicately and with such grace. It’s in our nature to be gentle that sometimes it tends to look like you’re weak. Then if you did things in a manly way and had manly features to top that – you’d be classified as a tomboy – which isn’t a good thing either.

I grew up in the 90’s. And because technology had not been fully discovered – the best we had then was Nintendo, Joy Game for the rich kids and brick games, Ending Man (a cheaper version of the Nintendo that used cartridges – 90 in 1 games, my favorite being Duck Hunt, Super Mario etc.) for the rest of us, but that was late in the 90’s. Before that, we were big on outdoor games. You know the kind that got you dirty from head to toe – the hop scotch, kati, shake, rounder’s (the own African version of baseball), bladder, scramboo (with our little BMX bikes, we could do wonders when it came to making 3600 turns). By the time you’re being called back to the house in the evening, the 1st task was to jump into the shower. I can bet all kids had that same routine, because there’s no way you were sitting on the couch with those clothes or that body.

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When we used do this outdoor games, most of them required you to display your masculine side, because they were quite aggressive and tactical. And if you throw a ball in a light or curvy manner, you’d be told, “stop throwing like a girl” or if you got hurt and you started crying, someone will do “stop crying like a girl”. If you happened to be identified as the weaker link by the other kids, you’d be placed as the “helper”. The helper was the useless person in the games – the one who’s given zero roles or attention in the course of the game because you’re team-less and you had no impact on the outcome of the game. It happened to you when the kids were selecting teams and no one wanted you on their teams because you’d make them lose. For some reason, it was always a girl or a boy who’s like a girl … been there, you feel “if only the world could open up and swallow me up” or “if only I could be invisible for a moment”.

Always be the first one to believe in yourself, even before anyone else does, because if you don’t, you might just end up disappointed or de-psyched. ~ Kawi

I know it’s tough believing in yourself – it is even for me most of the time, even when I know I’ve got it. But you don’t have much of a choice, not in this competitive world.

Now that I’m a grown up woman, I look back at my young and wild days, and I’m like, I’m glad I did everything I did #LikeAGirl. I wouldn’t do it any different given another chance because it is in my nature to do things as I do. For me to have gotten as far as I have based on what I do, I sure was doing something right, at least being a girl. So don’t let the experiences in your childhood or teenage hood define who you’ll be or what you’ll do. Just know that by being you, especially the best version of you, things will always turn out great.

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

My Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day. Let me tell you a little something about my Father, who I call Dad or Daddy (mostly when I need a favor, because it almost sounds like you’re saying it with a puppy face and battling eyelashes). First, he is the best dad I could ever have. He’s the epitome of cool, calm and collected, very easy going and not fussy about stuff (I mean, he’ll eat what we’re eating, watch what we’re watching, chill with us, fix stuff around, drink coffee – with no specifications on how it should be made). He speaks his mind and doesn’t sugar coat anything he says, which now makes me think he’s the most genuine person I know. Especially when it comes getting realistic feedback, he’s the go to guy. If it’s a yes, it’s a yes. If it’s a no, it’s a no. If it looks bad, then that’s what it is. If it looks good, he won’t give it to you in a golden platter, he’ll tell you in a sarcastic way, you have to have some humor to get it. There’s no in between. I think on that part, I took my mothers genes because I sugarcoat, a lot.

Well, when growing up, we had our best moments and not so best moments. There are times I thought, “how can dad say that”, “how can he refuse this”. Sometimes, I had ideas of what I want to do or where I want to go and he’ll blatantly refuse or give a reason that’s painfully true but not one you want to hear at that point in time. If not, he’ll give curfews or ultimatums, and it just felt like he just didn’t get me or he was being a bit too strict when other friends were having it much easier. Then later on in life, I look back and I appreciate all that. Strange. That’s the circle of life I tell you.

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The tough calls, the lectures, the pushing, all that made me who and what I am. I may not have much today (maybe I do, and I don’t know it yet), however, I know as I continue growing, I want to make sure the sacrifices he made (and continues to make even today) to ensure I (we) have it all, remain and continue being worthwhile. I can never repay him, I will never try to, because he’s playing his role right. I will reciprocate that love, that commitment, that sacrifice that he provides every single day and moment.

As his daughter, I know when all is said and done, he’s the one man that will always have my heart. Just seeing him smile, seeing him proud of us and letting him be, our dad. Thumbs up to my mum, your husband is a keeper.

Behind every amazing dad, is a mum that always backs him up (lesson learnt through a lifetime of observation).

On a lighter note, he’s a cap guy. He’s always in one every weekend. I bet you he’d be in one during the week if work allowed. Every time I ask him what he wants for his birthday, for Christmas, for Father’s Day, randomly, a cap is always in the mix. Though he always removes it on photos it so that we can see his handsome face – his words. Too fresh!

Now you’ll have a blessed week, won’t you? Love & Light!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Growing Up With Eczema

 Eczema is a term for a group of medical conditions that cause the skin to become inflamed or irritated. The most common type of eczema is known as atopic dermatitis, or atopic eczema. Atopic refers to a group of diseases with an often inherited tendency to develop other allergic conditions, such as asthma and hay fever. Source

I was just explaining to my friend how I grew up with a bad case of atopic eczema and I thought, maybe I should let you in on that one too. It all started when I was barely 2 months. That’s when my eczema broke out as my mum would tell me. It was dermatologist to dermatologist to figure out what was going on because I would have insistent rushes on my body. They established it was atopic eczema but none of them gave proper treatment that would cure the skin allergies. It got worse every time the weather changed or I wore certain kinds of clothing.

Boshori, Child Headgear

She told me how she once bought a cute woolen headgear (otherwise known as “boshori”). She was so excited to have it on me,  little did she know that my delicate skin was not so welcoming to certain cloth materials. As cute as it looked, it looked even cuter on me, but the itching was in excess and when she got it off, there was a collection of rushes on any part of my face the headgear had touched.

In most of my kid photo’s, my skin was patched, a little lighter here, darker there, rushy here. It was not pretty (at least that’s what I felt then), not on pictures and I guess not in person too. I think I plucked & hid so many pictures from the album so that my friends don’t see them and make rough comments or ask who that was. It reached a point after many appointments and many ointments, that she decided to take matters to her own hands. She’s nurse by profession, a good one at that. She did her concoctions and somehow, it worked for the better part of my life. It would heal then recur with seasons (when it’s hot, when it’s cold), environmental changes (occurrence of pollen, dust), food (we tried weaning off many foods – dairy, wheat, protein, but never quite identified anything I was allergic to), clothes materials (wool, silk, net). I had somehow already gotten used to it.

The eczema was mainly on my face and joints (back of my legs, on my hands, neck – technically, the rashes would appear anywhere but those were the most concentrated areas). How I handled it? I think I owe it to my mum because it would’ve easily been worse. She explained to me from a young age what eczema was and what it wasn’t. She told me it wasn’t contagious and it wasn’t a disease (contrary to what other kids would tell me in school). She told me it was allergy, allergy to certain things which we were slowly discovering together. Of course sometimes I would turn a blind eye to things I was told to avoid. Like when I was told to avoid eggs. I was that kid at birthday’s asking, “does the cake have eggs”, it was always yes, but I sneaked a bite or two. You can only deny a kid so much.

It became my way of life and I got used to it. When it recurred, I would apply the ointments then it subsides and life goes on. At some point, I used to thank God it’s eczema I have and not something else. I came to accept it. Even though at times when the skin gets dry & flaky I’d try conceal it. Sometimes I’d just expose and prepare myself to explain to anyone who asked why my arms have rashes or my face patches. It was the story of my life.

In high school, I got away with eating special diet and not touching dirty water, which meant I didn’t do difficult duties. Reason, I was “allergic” to them. I didn’t even have to get a note from the doctor as it was evident on the skin. I kinda used it to my advantage. By then I was so used to managing it, since I always had my ointments with me. Also lotions were a no-no, most of them were watery which didn’t get along with my skin. So Vaseline and it’s variants worked just fine. Make up, also a no-no, because I could easily react to the chemicals.

Then for some reason, I out grew it. The eczema cleared off. My skin color became even, no patches. There was no trace of eczema. Isn’t that miraculous? Sometimes I get a slight reaction and it bugs me. The small doses of it – from small rashes from reactions to the unknown, allergies (eye itches, sneezing), but they’re manageable and containable. Sometimes, I forget what it felt like to be that girl with heavy rash patches on my joints. It’s easy to forget, when you can pose for a pic with flawless skin or zero patches. I don’t take it for granted, because at one point in my life, I experienced the stigma that comes with eczema.

If you’re going through that phase, you’ll get past it, it’s not permanent and even if it is, that’s just part of who you are. Visit a good dermatologist (in my 27 years I’ve never gotten one that I can vouch for), get an ointment that your skin approves of (and that’s devoid of steroids or that you can apply systematically), an oil that blends with your skin and let it run its course. Don’t let it affect your personality or self-esteem. Those that love you, will look past your skin.

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Go For It. Even When It Seems Impossible.

“Sometimes we forget where we forget where we’ve come from, until someone reminds us”.

Ever been in a situation where someone tells you “if someone had told me this when I was your age, things would have been different?” My folks told me that a lot and for that reason, I always remember. It’s a pity statement, but it has so much impact. It says you have potential that no-one bothered to tap. Sometimes we need that drive, you know someone to tell you, “Go for it” or “You can do it”, simply because you can. It’s so easy to lose hope in yourself and in things around you when you’re faced by an obstacle.

The folks, they didn’t have it easy in their time and they made that very clear. There was no one to give them tips on how they should go about handling the different situations that faced them. Be it school, profession, dating, marriage, parenting … you name it. They always told me that they followed their instincts on whatever felt right and if it turned out wrong, you just work your way through it, alone. There was no one to tell them how to do what they did, there were barely any mentors or even people to motivate them, like we do now.

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The thing that amazes me most about them is that they never forget where they came from. They look back and see what they lacked and they want to make it different for the next generation. They tell us the stories, but they don’t dwell on them. They tell us so that we can be better than they were and do better than they did. They tell us that we have greater opportunities than they did and that we’re better off because we have them to guide us. Your folks have so much knowledge it’s ridiculous. If you say you don’t have a mentor, turn to your folks, your uncles, your aunties, your older friends. They might not be billionaires but they have a wealth of experience and knowledge that can help you become that billionaire that they didn’t become.

Why do you think they ensure that you go to good schools, that they check your report forms and performance in school and bash you when you’re not doing so well? That they want you to figure out what you want to be when you grow up early enough so that you can work towards it? Now it hits me that the question “what do you want to be when you grow up?” was not asked in vain. It comes in handy when we’re chasing our dreams. Dreams are built from a tender age. You might not be what you said you want to be, but at least it helped give you direction. I wanted to be a chef, then a doctor, look at me now, I’m a content girl.

Does that mean I haven’t gotten to where I wanted to be, I don’t think so. I cook some delish food and I’m still learning. I make home remedies and take care of anyone who’s unwell in my presence. But the fact that I had something I wanted to be, had me working hard even if not to be that, at least in the end of it, I found out what I was passionate about. My folks, they didn’t drill me into it. They guided me, and allowed me to be. But with guidance and constant check up’s on how I’m fairing in whatever I delve into. And for that, I really appreciate.

What made me actually think of this, is my baby sister and the tweet up there. She called and told me how school is just tough and draining, the exams, and how she’s scared of ever failing or not getting a first class honors because that would be letting down the folks. This made my heart sink a bit, because I was once in her shoes, same size, color, texture. Exactly the same.

School was tough. Heck, from primary school, secondary school, undergraduate, postgraduate and certifications. They were all so tough. I’m a last minute person (very bad trait) and I work best under pressure, so sometimes I would end up trans-nighting for exams, because failing wasn’t an option. Oh, I burnt that mid-night oil. School is just school, it never gets easy and you never get used to it. Life, life is also tough, the challenges are in excess. Sometimes I look back and the fact that I got through a certain stage, just makes me smile. Because I realize I’m actually stronger than I think I am and most times, more intelligent than I think I am.

School can make you under-rate yourself, life can make you under-value yourself. But if you encounter and engage the right people, people that empower you, they change how you perceive yourself and you become an over-achiever.

When you feel it’s so tough, because it was tough, school is not the end of the world. Many times, I did an exam that was so hard and I saw stars, but when the results came, I hadn’t done that bad, that made me feel better. Pressure is good, really good, because it give you a push, but don’t succumb to it. Don’t let pressure get to you, you get to it. This also reminds me of a time I was clueless in my programming classes, I just didn’t know how to code. But somehow I cracked it, but I was feeling like I just can’t do this anymore.

The folks, the ones who bash you when you feel like school is just crap, they were there, they just sat beside me as I did my project, asked what the system does because that’s all they could do to encourage me. That alone, gave me psyche to learn, to ask my friends for help, to do better. Let me not blow my trumpets but it went uphill. When work sucked and I just felt like I’ve had enough, the folks talked to me and told me of their experiences and that of their friends, and boy! Did I feel much better? People have gone through worse. Your case is just representative of a fraction. And they, those people they tell you about, those people that went rock-bottom, plus themselves too, they pulled through. You will pull through too.

So today, I just want to tell you, “Go for It, Even When It Seems Impossible. Simply because you can.

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

 

The Thin Line Between Independence and Dependence

If there’s one thing that confuses me or I just seem not to understand is where to draw the line between independence and dependence. So  that you can understand where I am coming from, let me give you my mini-story. I have the most amazing parents, let’s just start there. My baby sister can be the witness. We’ve never lacked what we need. We’re not rich per se, we’re wealthy but not materially. What am trying to say is we have been able to get what we need, not necessarily what we want. While I was growing up, I was under a good shelter in good neighbourhoods,  I ate delish food (save for the githeri days and how I devour it nowadays), went to very good schools, dressed well by my standards. All this was provided by both my parents in their different capabilities. I grew up seeing both my parents work and provide for the family.

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Miss Independent

Somehow I knew when my parents had money and when they didn’t. They didn’t have to really tell us. It wasn’t rocket science that mid-month was a tricky time to ask for something pricey. My mum was very open about her finances, my dad oh well, you know men. He wasn’t, but he made it clear when he didn’t have and when he got it if whatever it is you’re asking for made sense to him and he had the resource, he would take you to get it. Lucky me huh? I was blessed, still am. The other thing I was indirectly taught was how to budget my money, work around what I have and not live beyond my means.

My dad faithfully gave me money for lunch and transport every single day all through my undergraduate studies. He never asked me to work (unless ironing his shirts, washing his car or serving him food and coffee counts) or find means to get that money. It didn’t probably mean much then but it definitely means more than much now. This is because I know the struggle. After I got my very first job, which was not ‘oh so glorious’ but left me with the best experience, I promised myself that I will never borrow money even from my parents. I will  really work hard to provide for myself. My reasoning being that the two most important people in my life (the parents) have worked their asses off for me to get here so that I can be self-sufficient and independent. That’s just what I always strive to be. I want to be able to take care of them when they old, I want to chip in where I’m need or even sometimes not.

Did that make me who I am today? To a very large extent it did. It influenced my thought process with regards to independence. In my head, it’s make it or make it. There’s no other option. One thing I would never want on me is the inability to provide for (to the very least) myself. I wouldn’t want someone else to be responsible for me. I mean, that’s why my parents worked hard to ensure they’ve armed me with the resources that will ensure I am able to be independent. You get my drift right?

Then here comes the problem, where do you draw that line of independence and dependence when you’re in a relationship or when you’re married? I have attended some bridal showers and girl discussions that put the man in charge of certain things, actually most if not all things. He’s the sole provider, the one who handles the big bills. The woman is the one who takes care of him you know, make sure he’s cleaned up, well fed, happy and such like non-material things. I don’t disagree with this, but that’s how it used to be ages ago. Now we’re evolving. The economy is as well. Does it allow for the woman to be completely dependent on the man? I’m talking about the average man, not the president or the president of a multinational. The man who’s probably at the same level with you work-wise. You have the same fears, struggles, opportunities and so on.

Some may say if you give them that role to be the sole provider, they’ll be more hard-working and they will ensure that there’s bread on the table come rain or sunshine. That’s nice but with so many but’s on my part. What will make the man not look down on you as the woman who’s dependent on him? What if one day he finds it burdensome? What if you’re indebted to him, such that it becomes a blackmail for you to do things for him because he’s the sole provider. These things happen. We are human and we have feelings, especially when most of the pressure is exerted on you.

I’m not for that school of thought, it makes me cringe at the thought. I’m for the school of thought of sharing responsibilities. Why? Because I think it’s only fair. If the man feels like providing much more, thank God *chuckles*. I wouldn’t mind being offloaded some responsibilities. I mean, who wouldn’t? However, I stick to sharing is caring. If you split roles based on your financial ability. When you’re open with each other it’s easier because then someone won’t be overburdened with responsibilities they can’t handle. We need to have two scenarios though for those who are secretive. List down all the bills (not personal bills like the salon, new shirt, new shoes, no), bills that affect both of you (house rent/mortgage , electricity, water, savings, house shopping, school fees, TV e.t.c), then you can decide who does what or how you’ll help each other pay these or achieve these together. Then you can remain with your other money which you’ll use to your own liking. No one in the house will judge you if you decide to do some impulse buys because you’ve handled your stuff. I am probably saying this because am so used to being independent in terms of handling my own responsibilities. I don’t know how it’ll be when I have to split them up with my other half. I will write a post in future and refer to this one.

I hate asking for things especially things money related. I don’t like being told NO, and chances are that if its money related there will be a long explanation probably leading to a NO. That being one of the reason I believe in maintaining my independence. At least I don’t have to ask someone, just consult if what I am investing in is worth while. What about if he offers to provide? I am all for it, I won’t refuse of course. Now I can say that. Before (1 or so years ago) I used to feel weird when someone who’s not my parents buys me something (gifts). I used to think it’s because they want something back or something will be expected back in future. You know how parents can drill that into you so that you don’t rely on other people. To some extent that was true.

As you grow, you have to know how to differentiate those people that give because they expect something in return and those who give just because they love to do so and don’t expect anything in return.

You don’t want to be indebted or owe someone something because you were dependent on them at one point or another. It’s also good to know the kind of person you’re with. Is it someone who willingly shares responsibility with you or is it something you’re forcing on to them. I believe if it’s voluntarily, you won’t feel burdened but if it’s not you’ll need some jail breaking. Also, I think the independence is viewed more material than it is immaterial. We forget we also need independence in our thoughts, skills, abilities and so on. The big conclusion is that while we’re independent we still want our men to be there for us by all means. For the love, support, encouragement, company, protection among very other many things. Don’t you?

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LOL

NeYo also had something to say about the independent woman. What are your views on this? Miss Independent or Miss Dependent, what’s your take?

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

All I Want for Christmas…

Haven’t things changed? It’s not the same anymore. Either that, or am at a point where it’s not all holiday, jingles, decorations, gifts and christmas’y things at least for now, okay maybe it’s because it’s 21/12/2012 (which was supposed to be the end of the world according to the Mayans. Or we interpreted them wrongly, maybe what they meant was that they run out of paper to make calendars…lol). I’ll be working through the festive season, of course except for the public holiday. All the same, this is culture shock for me.

I miss the sleeping in’s, eating breakfast at lunch and lunch at 4, sleeping late, watching christmas’y movies and cartoons (kind of brings to life the Christmas spirit), not decorating and shopping around for stuff. Somehow at this time you could get away with putting anything in the shopping cart and dad wouldn’t go like “and what do you need that for?” or “is that really necessary”… gone are the days, now am all grown up. There are chances I could re-live that if we do shopping on Christmas Eve since I’ll be at home *whoop whoop*. That was the life of the festive season, now it’s like nothing is really happeeeening *cue dragged voice*. It’s just the usual.

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If I had my way this Christmas, this is what I would ask for or get. Of course some I will get, some will remain a wish for now, others I’ll save for and try buy next year after saving a bit more for thee cause. Others, oh well, I’ll continue wishing and working harder to get.

Samsung Galaxy S3 or even a Samsung Galaxy S3 Mini. I’ve had my current E63 for the last many years, to an extent my baby sister is actually complaining. Oh my! I need a change of gadget, and this is the one am ogling for at the moment. If only…

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Inky pinky ponky … biggy or mini mmmmh!

Some nice woolen coats since our weather is proving to be quite shifty. I figured my wardrobe is more inclined to summer and spring. Oh wait, do we even have these seasons in the tropics? I meant to say the hot weather. While every morning it’s freezing, not anything close to winter but cold all the same. So, a few of these would do me good and help keep the doctor away. Seeing as my sinuses go bonkers every morning, it could be because I don’t know how to dress the cold weather.

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Miss sleeping beauty could do with an annoying alarm clock. I don’t know why I’ve never gotten one all this years and the way I go on and on about sleep and snoozing. I’ve always used my phone because of how simple it is to snooze, I don’t even have to open my eyes. Just remove the annoying buzzy thing (that’s when your cell phone is demoted to just a thing) from under the pillow, press snooze or stop, and continue with the not so beautiful sleep now. Now that I want to get another cell, it can’t afford to be under the pillow…lol wishes are made of this. But the bed side clock, maybe it will actually make me wake up…I think.

Who has a bed side alarm clock? Is it any different?

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A stereo / music system/ home theatre. I don’t know what to call it, but it’s of late that I have been talking about it. Been comfortable with a T.V and DVD player but now I’m thinking, I would want me one.

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Although now that I started with “samsung”, I should remain loyal to the brand…lol

I would actually want a much bigger house. Been thinking about it the last couple of months. I think it’s gotten to that time now where I need to have an extra room for when family and friends come over to visit. Or where I can actually call a couple of friends over for dinner, without wondering where the 5th person will seat or if one of them has claustrophobia, you know people and their issues *I’m thoughtful of you* so a really spacious house will do right. Plus, I want a big kitchen to exercise my culinary ummmm, okay not me, the boyfriend, he cooks way better than I do. So the more space, the less I interfere, like when I see him pouring the spice on the food and am like O_O isn’t that too much, then it turns our just perfect … smh!

Those are just a few of the things on my wish list, I could go on and on and on, but you get the drift. However, Christmas is not all about material things, it’s about spending time with your loved ones and appreciating those precious moments. Of course it’s also a little about gifting them and seeing the smile on their faces, oh I live for such! Since am a last-minute person, am still trying to figure out what to get who.

Do you believe in giving or gifting during Christmas?

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Make a difference, make someone smile this Christmas. After all, that’s what festive seasons are about right? Keep safe and look out for each other. God bless y’all abundantly!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

“Looking Back…

over my shoulder, I can see the look in your eyes…” totally feeling Mike and the Mechanics right now. For the record, I’m neither good at memorizing lyrics nor singing along. This is one of the few including some old school rock songs that I can comfortably sing along and pull some karaoke moves … in the shower though.

I was doing my round of blogs then came around this one that asked:

Go back to one of your first blog posts. What did you write? Share an excerpt if you feel comfortable. How have you and your blog grown since then? Source

Wow! This feels like going back to my nursery and primary school books and reading my compositions if you know what I mean. But this one can’t be as bad, my composition back then were rib crackers. I swear if someone like my folks unleashed one of them I would die of shame…haha!

My first blog post : The Elusive. I was so green in this writing/blogging world it’s just nostalgic. I hadn’t read many blogs so to say, I was more of a books and magazines kind of girl. The writers there were my role models as I tried to make sense of my thoughts and communicate them to you, you and you. Here’s an excerpt;

“Everyone has their weakness and strengths. What I usually say is that if you can handle the weakness of the other person then you’re set. This does not only apply to relationships but to friends and family too. It is how you handle the other persons weakness that keeps you close together because you can eventually even turn that weakness into a strength … SWOT analysis comes in handy haha!”

That was a random post by the way! Thanks to @Suetiful, @Nkirdizzle and @Putty_Catt for coercing me into starting up a blog. This is just after we had finished campus and were new to the working world. How time flies. They were partly the reason for my second blog post: Ho’s n Bro’s. Interesting post right there. There was a jumble up but I think my point came through. Here’s an excerpt;

“So all those boy mistakes I have made previously have modeled me into who I am today. Cheers to you. It’s so funny how to relate with boys/girls it’s like you need a manual, or rather that’s how many people view/put it, its like there are rules and regulation. I mean, boys, they are just human beings like the girls too. They have everything the girl has of course except the physical appearances and bodily functions , male testosterone vs female estrogen, otherwise every other thing is the same they’ve got feelings, they get hurt, they get happy and sad. If you pour something hot on them they get burnt too…okay, am now being sarcastic. But honestly, there’s no rule in any book that stipulates how you should treat a man/woman, or even if you get any, it wont work, because you have to learn the person and know what it is that they want/like because every person is different. My thought, you have to learn and grow into people to know what tickles their fancy, what puts them off.”

Funny thing is that I’ve always written about life, what I think of it, the lessons I learn from the many happenings and where I see myself in it. I beat around the bush, before making the point clear. More of trying to make you understand my point of view before bringing in the conclusion.

300+ posts and 3 years down the line, some things have definitely changed or improved to the better. Just like wine, I get better with age. From the thought process, presentation, wording, prose, spellings e.t.c. I still have a long way to go, hope a few years down the line I will be able to make something out of the blog like help a life or two in one way or another, have it work for me, change it to a website, change its look. There’s so much room for improvement it’s overwhelming.

In other very unrelated news, formerly this day was Moi Day (10/10/year). However, our leaders felt that we either had too many holidays or Moi was full of himself for declaring a holiday in his name. So in the new constitution you can guess what transpired, the holiday was axed! Now I’m proudly working and building the nation on what was to be Moi Day and boy isn’t the day dragging!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*