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Valentines Day’s Surprises

I was looking through my Valentine’s posts to see what I used to say on the last few ones for the few years I’ve been blogging. Honestly though, since my birthday is 2 weeks before, or thereabout, Valentines day has never been a day that I’m really keen on. It’s still Birthday month, the excitement is still there. Plus, I think it’s over rated. And so does my boyfriend.

Why?

Because, I’m of this school of thought, “if he/she doesn’t show you or display love every other day, why choose one day to do it?” That’s my reservation. I’ve always thought love is something that’s consistent, always. Whether you’re happy or mad, love is somewhere in there. It’s not a one day thing. Then again, maybe that’s the day that the world choose to acknowledge love in a loud way. With a touch of red to signify some passion of sorts, so I’m not complaining.

For me, it’s always a normal day because, well, nothing about me really changes. We’re still handling the same stuff, loving the same people, so there’s nothing to hate about the day. Besides, it’s always nice to wish someone something fun and different like #HappyValentines. I think I told everyone I talked to on phone #HappyValentines until my office desk-mate was like, what’s up with that? But, Why not that? It’s an act of kindness and concern. Ha! I’m that babe.

Anyhow, the boyfriend, who is not for all things valentines, like me. Now that we share a birthday and as mentioned above, excitement is still on board. He really surprised me. Let’s start with the part that, everyone knows I’m not a big fan of roses or anything that calls for attention, and flowers really do. They make me cringe,  feel like hiding under the table and many other things that shy people feel yes internally, I’m very shy. He’d didn’t take that too seriously, thank God, or he chose to try and see my reaction, I don’t know. But, he sent flowers over, with a card and my favorite white chocolates *slurp*.

How it unfolded: The cleaning lady came over to tell me I have a visitor. I didn’t have any meetings booked for that time of the day. So I ask her, “a dude or a chic” and she’s like “a dude” of course not in that lingo, but “a man”. Ai! And she goes like “he also has a package”. Haha, I didn’t expect a visitor and especially not one with a package. But I’m nice I really am, vanity, so I decided, “let me just go confirm that it’s Kawira not Kawiria”. People have a habit of confusing those two names.

I go to the reception, and I see a bouquet of roses, with a card and chocolates O_o. I’m not saying that my boo ain’t romantic or anything, he is. But that package, we’re not valentines people, at least not like that. I’d even let him off on such. My birthday and Christmas, those are a no brainer, but valentines, nah, that can pass. Then I see his handwriting on the card, but I still need to confirm the name and phone number, you know, just in case.

And, they were MINE! I once said I hate flowers and surprises but all that hate flew out of the window. I love flowers and surprises, from him, I more than love them. That was a super surprise. He wins!

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Later on in the evening, we went for dinner at Peppers Restaurant with our friends. He was our valentine’s date, that was 4 and ½ (our little Diva) girls, with lots of good food and laughter. Nothing beats sharing that with friends, it’s a day not necessarily just for couples, but also for friends too. Show them some love, because they are all-so-deserving. Enough to call it a day perhaps because I was too full, but not to full to do an informal photo shoot at the parking lot. And that wrapped up the week. How was your day?

To make your weekend even better, here’s a link to a play list. It’s everything … for a pop & R&B head like me! You can try the 2014 one after.

Have an amazing weekend. Lot’s of love, light & peace from the person behind the screen.

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Friday Snippets

How could I forget to acknowledge that it’s December. It’s December yo, the first December Friday!

I used to love this month. I used to love it so much until I growing up happened. Not that I love it any less, just that it’s not the same now. It was the month of chilling, parties, gifts, emo movies, classic tunes (carols), hilarious cartoons … and of course of Christmas and New Year. That’s what it was all about. Then growing up happens and we realize for all this things to happen, you’ve got to work your ass out for them. You ain’t going for a party or get gifts if you’ve got no money, bills won’t wait for you to have a good time first then tackle them later. There’s so much expected of you, you have to work to make sure other people experience the goodness of this season as well, just as they’re working to make sure you enjoy it. Those Christmas trees in the malls didn’t put themselves up, the goods & services won’t sell themselves, bills won’t pay themselves. It’s not about chilling any more *wails*

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Thank God It’s Friday – Tis’ the season to be jolly!

WATCHING

I have watched a couple of flicks but I can barely remember the names. I’m that chic by the way, so I’ll just review the most recent ones.

Prisoners,  it’s about two close families who have their little girls kidnapped and while the case is being followed up the fathers take the matter to their hands and one ends up kidnapping and harassing a retarded kid who they highly suspect is involved in the kidnapping of their kids. Of course with its twists and turns, his “brother” leads them to where the kids were being held hostage with some maze drawings. It’s worth the watch.

Captain Philips, pirates take over a ship from the U.S of A. Of course the seals and navy are alerted and get on board, as the captain of the ship who’s a really intelligent guy is taken hostage by the pirates. Let’s say it’s intriguing, those pirates have the scariest of looks (remember grim ripper), wouldn’t want to be in a room with them.

Best Man Holiday, such an emo movie. It’s a sequel for The Best Man. So after they all start their family life’s; get married, get kids and all, they decide to meet up for the Christmas holidays. It wasn’t without drama, seeing as how the other one ended, but things turn upside down when they find out one of theirs is not well. If I go any further, I will spoil it for you. It’s one of those soppy flicks that chics like. So get it.

Winnie – Weh, Winnie Madikizela Mandela is portrayed as an Iron Lady, one no-nonsense woman. Especially when it comes to defending the rights of the people and politics. She held it strong for her former husband (also former S.A president) Mandela (the Lord rest his soul in eternal peace) while he was in prison for 27 years, just continuing to build his legacy. Although she fell short a couple of times, she was definitely a woman to look up to in more ways than one.

LOVING

The place I’m in. Honestly, I can’t complain about anything but thank God. Everything of course doesn’t always go as planned or as imagined or as thought out. God has his own manuscript up there, so even as you make plans, if it doesn’t match his … that’s where my reasoning ends. But the bible (Jeremiah 29:11) says, he has plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future . Things happen along the way, some quite unexpected, but “what doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger”. As long as we’re healthy and alive, the rest I’ve come to believe, can be worked out.

LISTENING TO

I learnt of a “new” thing called Pop Danthology, a mushup of the coolest songs of the year. I know I’m late to the party, but don’t judge me now. This is the best shiiiii ever! How couldn’t have I known of  mushup’s? Here I was thinking it’s a Project Fame thing, but it’s actually an existing kind of mix. Herehere and here.

If that doesn’t make your Friday any better, I don’t know what will. At least we can say I tried.

READING

*hangs my head in shame* I’m getting myself a book soon. Even just one to keep me busy in my commute. I wasn’t finding anything to tickle my fancy. I’ll give you a review for the book I did last Friday Snippets soon.

EATING

No phone, so pics are a bit of a challenge (for now). They say in Swahili, “Kuteseka ni kwa muda” which I’d like to believe means, suffering is temporary.

But how about some Steers chicken, I had missed that Illegal meal. Thanks to the boyfriend for all this fattening foods, plus pizza and lots of milkshake.

LOOKING FORWARD TO

Going for shopping, official clothes things. I don’t have much of a choice here and for that reason, I need to look forward to it and will enjoy the process while at it.

HOPING FOR

A good and smooth transition into the new job. I’m getting the jitters thinking that soon I’ll be in a different environment to the one I’m used to. But it’s always for the best, so let’s wait for it.

SAVING FOR

A couple of things. Now add to that list, a phone and wallet. That’s what life can do to you, today you have, tomorrow you’re saving up to buy it. Damn!

THINKING

We should rejoice for our small victories like we do our big achievements, because those small victories at the end of the day, month or year lead to our big achievements. Reminds me of my undergraduate, every semester would come, sit through it, do exams, some so difficult that you wonder whether you’ll pass. Then you go on holiday and your results come, you’ve passed. But you know, no big deal. You feel like the miss smarty pants and that goes by. After all you passed. The cycle continues until you are graduating with an honors. Not knowing, it’s the small milestones that have gotten you that big achievement.

So is with everything else in life. The small victories are just important as the big ones, because those small ones are the feeders, without which the big victory would be nothing but a dream.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

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Besides that, to more laughing, living and loving. Let your weekend be nothing short of interesting, blessings!

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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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*

One of those Weeks

Ever had one of those weeks where you feel like the world is on top of you and not the usual “am on top of the world” feeling, boy don’t I miss it. Like all the forces *not dark ones though* are against you and those that are with you as you fight your battles, are at the far end of the sidelines shouting out your name and telling you “take it easy, you can do it, it’ll all come to pass”. While you are in the battle field, everything seems bleak, even when you’re trying to do everything right. Funny enough, what we tend to forget when we’re in any kind of battle is that we’re not perfect beings. I always forget that. I want to do everything to the best of my ability.

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Such that even when am doing whatever it is to the best of my ability, I still feel like I need to put in more effort. Maybe it’s not nice, maybe it has errors, maybe I’m not that knowledgeable, maybe it’s just not right, what will they think, how will they find it and on. Perfect example is when handing in a document *my thesis* that I’ve done for a few months that’s a lie, I meant a few weeks and your supervisor has to review it as you stare blankly thinking, “I hope my research makes sense”…lol. I mean if it doesn’t make sense to him, how will it make sense to anyone else and there are deadlines to be met.

I had a very rough week, to say the least. Through it,  I came to realize that sometimes you’re the only one who knows/feels/experiences the pressure you’re undergoing. Everyone else, expects things to be normal or even better than normal. Those are the forces I was talking of, they all pulling you from every corner and you the hub has to be a diamond through it all. You know, still maintain your shine despite the being under all that pressure. Of course, sometimes you’ll break down when you feel like there’s just too much on your plate, I got there and you even wonder how you got there. Then again, I was like am a special kind of girl to have all that kind of pressure and still manage to crack a joke or two, converse, hand in my deliverables (I handed in my thesis research proposal *sigh of relief*). Once you make that 1st step, the rest is shouldn’t be rocket science. Yeah, I’ve given myself that “really?” look on your behalf.

This is the week I caught a bad ass flu, I lacked sleep, I lost my appetite, I felt so exhausted, I cried a lil’ bit here and there, I felt alone,  and like I had so much on my plate. No usual, take a chill pill and relax. Well, sometimes you’ve got to take it all in, work around your situations and come out a winner in your own way. Just never say “I cannot do”, because you can. Even when you do it your own way, that’s not the universal way, at least you tried. You have been put in your situation because one way or another you can handle it, it may not seem so obvious then, but it does sooner or later.

On that note, I defend my thesis proposal next week *cringe,  prayers please*, this one is one hell-of-a ride. How do people even get the motivation to do a PhD? Good Lord! That piece of document is pure stress. Now add work which is almost as crazy (since half the time I feel like am back to school handing in assignments and so on) and the other aspects of life.

Well this doesn’t sound like the “happy Friday” y’all are used to from bubbly me. It’s actually the best day of my week this week and am glad that I came to the realization that I was stressed to my toes and I need to take it easy. But who knows how to take it easy anyway? Well, at least I can now talk and laugh about it.

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In other very unrelated news, it’s my friends hen’s night tomorrow, whoop whoop! To make her last weekend as a bachelorette most memorable. Thank God for awesome mixes – here, that I am currently sit-head-bumping to as I write this post.

Live, laugh and love a little more and be there for those people who matter to you. It’s people who are there for you, not things. Blessings comrades!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Special’ove’ize

Of late, for some not so strange reason I’ve been trying to figure out what I my specialty is or what is it I love … on my blog that is. I basically write anything and everything that comes on mind. So when someone asks me what my blog is about, I say just that “anything and everything”. I mean it’s not solely about fashion, travels, poetry, food, photography, name it, because I’m pretty sure in the many posts I have, there’s something on each *facepalm*

Then it all takes me back to when I had just finished high-school and it was time to go to campus. How many (feel like saying *by a show of hands* I wish this was a talk of sorts) knew what they wanted to do right after their O-Levels? Personally I didn’t. I was made to go to Strathmore University to do a Diploma in Business Information Technology (DBIT) because my dad didn’t want me hanging around the hood (this was revealed to me later on in life). Then after finishing that one, I still didn’t know what I wanted to do and there was an opportunity of continuation. Such that my DBIT was to act as my 1st year in Bachelor in Business Information Technology (BBIT).

I thought that was pretty cool, that’s minus one year, so I’ll have 3 years of Grad school. As you can see, without much struggle and thought I just got into the Business and IT world. Then I worked hard at it and bore my fruits at the end of it. I then started working and while at it, I was still trying to discover what I want to specialize in. What is it I enjoy doing? This because I came to realize that business and IT is so broad. Slowly while working in my first job, I discovered what I don’t like and what I don’t want to be. Then I was lucky enough to move from my first job and into a second one, where I discovered what I love and what I want to be. Hence, my third and my future ones. Now, I can specialize, I can distinguish between what I don’t like and what I love. That’s what I am up to.

Better, how you generalize all your boys who are friends, they are all the same at the same level. Then comes a time you lay your eyes on this one guy that sweeps you off your feet *swoon* and you special’ove’ize on him, because you want to be in with him for the long haul. So with my blog, I’m still at the general stage, where I am trying almost everything out. So far, I see myself getting inclined to “Life Lessons”, I love writing out my stories in parables and in a way anyone can relate and learn from them. I just need to figure an interesting way to bring it out, so that I can make you enjoy them as well. You know how we say “customer is king”, y’all super readers are my customers.

“For the love of what you do, what you want to be, where you want to be or who you want to be with, your world somehow comes together at some point to help you specialize in it, that’s what I call special’ove’izing.” ~ Kawi

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Closing This, Opening Those

Oh well, something to make my Monday a little more interesting. Yes, as you know it’s in my nature to make Monday yellow yellow and kill all the blues that present themselves today. I mean, I need to write a post to mark some days like today and how I’m taking a big step.

You’ve probably seen me saying it feels like closing day. Yes, it really does feel like it. Only thing missing is a pack of cards, some snacks and you know how it was when it was closing day back in primary and high school. The excitements and all thinking I have never gone through this before and I don’t know what I am supposed to expect. Good thing is that there’s always a first time for everything. This is my very first to serve a full notice to the end and for a job I loved to bits. It’s quite the experience I must say. Ups and downs, but most of all regardless of the that, it’s been a good experience. One that I’ll look back and I’ll be able to give someone a piece of advice.

So, it’s my last day being online content editor for rupu, yup! Been here for almost 2 years now (1 year 8 months to be exact) and lets say they are the ones who have molded me to be who I am today. It’s an amazing thing to see a platform be given birth to, take care of  it as it grows up, and while at it be at the top of the game. If that’s how nannys feel when they see us (the kids they took care of) all grown up after wiping off poop, bathing us, feeding us, teaching us and what not … then it’s such a fulfilling feeling.

So the final one month wasn’t exactly the easiest of my months. Oh my! I’ve experienced many moments, from the beginning where I actually handed in my resignation letter to the last day. Could that be the reason it’s standard that you have to give at least one month notice. It’s a reality check month, it’s a roller coaster of your feelings. At one point you’re here *points top* then next thing you know you’re there *points bottom* and it’s a cycle. You actually get to learn people, your colleagues through the good and the bad, this one is the bad, because you’re actually leaving them, more like dumping your spouse. Resigning from an organisation is not the easiest thing one could do. It bites, it makes you wonder what the others are saying, if they are happy for you, if you’re doing the right thing, if you’re headed in the right direction and other related thoughts.

However, this is in my own honest opinion. If I have a person who’s resigning in my department/organisation and moving to wherever I would be sincerely happy for them. It shows that they are still of relevance, that you added value to them. Well, that’s what the few organisations I have worked with have done. They have added value to me and I’m super grateful that I worked with them, I will carry that knowledge they’ve impacted in me everywhere I go. After all that’s what life is about – ‘live, learn and apply’. And now my former colleagues are part of my life in one way or another. I would love to meet them and catch up, buy them a drink or vice versa, be invited for stuff, give them business and so on.

Anywhoo, so that’s wassup! So in the midst of all that, let me do something humorous at least. Too much seriousness is not good for me today :-) So there’s this thing called “Not Me Mondays”, stolen the concept from some random blog I happened to see, I think it must’ve been a post from the link below the image above. It’s where you’re just brutally honest, tell it, then you deny it. I think she must’ve gotten it from “Shaggy’s – It wasn’t me” song. Here’s how I got it, let’s give it a try with 5 for starters and see if I have my hand at it.

  • The alarm went off at 6:30 and I didn’t just snooze it and wake up 1 hour later. I mean I would never, never ever…lol
  • That guy who was about to splash on my some puddle water while I was walking to work, that guy hmmm! I didn’t throw imaginary daggers at him, if looks could kill, but nah, that wasn’t me.
  • The guy in a BMW who was picking his nose like he wanted to remove his brains via his nostrils O_O. I didn’t even judge him and think, who does that on traffic. Yuck! But no, that wasn’t me.
  • I’m not that girl wishing that closing day at work could have been a little more interesting, nah not at all. Disclaimer: I’ll make it exciting after I’m out. Now that I have one week of bumming *yaaay* Meeh if only school was also on break, I could take a trip or something. No I’m not the one wishing that.
  • I’m not even so overly smitten *swoon* over a certain mister mister, butterflies, giggles e.t.c. I mean, how now? LOL (that’s for another day, I know you’re thinking, suspense is good :-) continue thinking)

Ha ha so how did it go? I think I should do it more often. That being besides the point, cheers to new beginnings, as I swim in new waters, the unknown, yes, new in every essence of it. Quite a couple of new chapters in my life actually, this should get interesting. Just gotten off my comfort zone. And for every ending, there’s always a new beginning. This is mine, as I close this and open those *cheers*

Have a super week lovely readers, one full of positiveness and awesomeness. Be blessed!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Into the Unknown

“When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen: There will be something solid for you to stand upon, or, you will be taught how to fly” ~ Patrick Overton

Dreams are known to be strange or rather mine sometimes turn out to be. Oh and that’s if I wake up and remember. Sometimes, I feel like I’m making up a bit of it so that I can coin how it’s going to be, this happens when I wake up and realize I was dreaming and I really don’t want to spoil the sequence. But as we know, once you’re up that’s it. It’s not like you can pause it then play when you get back your sleep. Another one starts up all together.

Like dreams, so is reality. We can be living a life that is going on fine, then it reaches a point we ‘re shaken up by a thing or two. This would be equivalent to waking up from a dream. You don’t want to face that which is shaking you up and even as you try to continue your life as it was whatever it is that’s come has to be faced. Life doesn’t pause and play for you. If anything it’s always on play. It’s not like a remote with the forward, rewind functionalities, you live it as it comes.

As your life is played out, you don’t know what’s ahead of you. It’s one day at a time. One day you’re at your comfort zone, the next day you’re forced to venture into the unknown. From the light and into the dark, at one point you could clearly see where you are headed because the path is lit for you, then at a certain place you cannot see what’s ahead, you could be walking into the edge of a cliff or headed to a beautiful place. Regardless of what is to come, trust yourself – your abilities, your decisions and allow yourself to take a risk and venture out, it could be the best thing that’s yet to happen to you.

What I’m trying to say, is that even with all the light or the comfort of being at a place you can relate with, you can never be to sure. The world is to dynamic for you to stay at the same place. You need to grow always, in the different aspects, you should allow yourself to go out to the unlit areas and find out of course don’t throw all caution out the window what that place has to offer. You could be the one to start lighting up the dark areas and create paths for others or creating comfort zones for others.

That’s probably the reason you are where you are today, because someone else took all the risk to create light were there was darkness, a path where there was none. It could be in anything, you coming into this world, let’s just start from there, must’ve been a risk taken by your parents … seeing as they didn’t know how some of you will turn out to be. But boy, didn’t we turn out good, okay, I’m talking about myself here. So, move forward and see what life’s got to offer in love, work, school, life in general. While at it, don’t forget to put God first, always puts things in perspective.

Venturing into the unknown, gives you some sense of satisfaction, belonging and achievement. Like you wanted and chased what no one else was or what someone else was chasing but got scared or gave up mid-way and turned back. It’s an accomplishment, one that you can proudly say you plunged yourself into, believed in and you’re now reaping the fruits. To those who’ve gotten there, big up. To those of us getting there, all the best, nothing comes so easy after all… No?

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Dear Employers *Thinking Out Aloud*

Disclaimer: This is more of a general overview not personal per se!

No, I wasn’t going to write a letter, I’ll save that for cover letters.

So speaking as any other youth who is interested in development and empowerment, looking to grow career-wise and wants to exercise what they learnt in campus and the little experience gained while working … (since we are now graduates or better yet professionals) in a reputable organization. We have one major hurdle.

I would always go through vacancies on both the dailies and the Internet, we all do look for greener pastures I must say considering the rate at which our economy is growing…*uumm read becoming super expensive and unaffordable*.

This major hurdle happens to be EXPERIENCE. Nowadays that word, that small “11” letter word, when it comes to anything to do  with career totally gives me the creeps. That would be because, a job that perfectly describes what you can do and offer (or bet yet think that you have the ability to do so, I mean qualification, skills all match) … all except that one sentence that reads –  6years or 15years experience needed.

Surely, is my dad the one supposed to be the one applying for this jobs. So what’s left for us youngsters? The ones who have 2 – 3 – 4 – 5years experience? or the ones whose age doesn’t read over 35.

Ps: Everytime i’m sending out my C.V, I look at my age and laugh a bit at myself but assure myself that you shall not judge me by my age.

I do apply anyway … seeing as I have nothing to loose and maybe everything to gain … probably not giving it high hopes. Well the excuse would be the more experience one has, the more bring on the table, the more they know how to deal with certain situations. I will always agree with that …

But our minds are young, we have new ideas. We do see what’s going on, we are the ones who get to hear what the others have to say. We are the one’s who interact with people on the ground. Maybe we should be nourished in such a way that Experience shouldn’t be our hurdle to get into the corporate world.

Thanks to corporates that offer Graduate Trainee opportunities, but that’s like 1 out of 500 in Kenya , and how many educated and “partially” experienced youngsters are we? like millions and millions. And not all of us are cut-out to be entrepreneurs just yet.

So I was just wondering what happens to us? Do we sit on our skills, since we are not given that opportunity or platform to actually show what we can offer (more like our ideas aren’t taken into consideration )or do we just settle for available underpaying jobs that more or less do not provide for any career growth, in the name of getting work experience as well as striving to be over 35 in order to get a managerial job?

LOVELY DAY PEOPLE’S!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

On the Prowl

Well was just chit chatting with my workmates and one of them goes like:

So if you were to go back through your career and school life what would you change? Like what is it that you would want to do different career-wise, or do you like what you are doing right now?

Shiish! that’s a difficult question I must say. Seeing as we all go to school so that  we can have career that will enable us to live a comfortable life as well as contribute to the economic development of the country in an effective way well am being positive here lol

Anyhow this took me down memory lane, from when I was say 5yrs old to 13yrs that’s practically Primary school, when your parents ask you “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Our answers always started like that, “When I grow up I want to be like ……” and we knew exactly what we wanted and you would confidently say it. I mean no hesitation, it was for direct answers. And for that reason I admire kids. I mean if to be a doctor requires me to be good in maths and science, I would do whatever it takes to get a 90% or an A in those subjects, we used to compete, cry because we have failed i.e gotten a B in a subject. I mean if you fail, it’s like someone has crushed your dream.

When you say I want to be like daddy, it’s because you admire them, what they do and see that they are successful in their endeavours – I mean he is able to buy for you your best bike, the best clothes, feed you – as a result you want to be that what he is.

I mean at that age, our career decisions are influenced by those grown-ups around us like teachers, especially teachers or your parents friends, or people you see on T.V. Like I wanted to be a doctor (because of my mum) I would play doctor – patient with my dolls like the way I used to see when I visit moms work place, I also wanted to be an air hostess clearly seen from my posses on photos. I used to think they are the most beautiful models, until I saw air hostesses for British airways, my hopes were shuttered, they were old and not very appealing. #nopunintended

There is the stage for when I was 14yrs to 17yrs this was my high school phase. It’s at this point, where your teachers and parents are the dictators of what you should do, your career direction. Because I remember when I was in form 2, I had to drop some subjects and retain some and the people who contributed here, were mainly my teachers. They tell you what you are good in and what you are poor in based on your performance.

Given a chance to go back to high school, I would drop Physics and pick Social Ethics, that would’ve been a straight A #justsaying

Anyway then comes form 4 where you have to choose what it is you want to do? Engineering, Medicine, Computer Science, Bcom — I mean something! They should’ve said it’s your parents choice at that point, because basically they are the ones who are called to come help (tell you) what to fill in those forms.

Then reality checks in, when you are done. And this is where most people get confused, yeah you applied to get into the University but sometimes they give you weird degrees like Wood Science, Anatomy …. hehe It’s when you are left in a situation where you are torn in between everything.

Personally, I was unaware of what I want. I was even thinking Bio Chemistry because I loved Biology and Chemistry Thank God for not letting me go there that would’ve been disastrous. Anyway, I went for what was available and was thought of being a good school.

Sometimes you just don’t know what you want, and you need the brilliant people around you to push you a bit, sort of shake you up to help you figure what it is that you want.

And that was my dad, he saw an advert for Strathmore University having intakes for Diploma in Business Information Technology (DBIT) and he says “go do the interview and study as you figure what you want to do”.

That was the shaking I needed to figure out what I wanted in life, because I was so clueless or rather confused. That to me was the most critical time of my life, you can either make your life or break it. And when I finished that I went into Bachelor of Business Information Technology (BBIT), and right now as much as my parents could be a pain sometimes, I thank them for pushing me into it, sometimes as much as we complain, that’s their role, to make sure we get the best education and direct us in paths they think would be suitable for us especially when we are young, fragile and vulnerable.

Anyway, campus life was so much fun , exhausting and stressful — all those cats, projects, assignments, life issues, friends and trying to mix them up in a balanced way.

I would say Campus was like preparing a meal, i mean you had to mix the ingredients well to be able to come up with something tasty and edible (not in that sense though) at the end of it, that is a good education, good personality, good reputation, good record, good friends and so on.

Then comes the time you finish campus and now you have to look for a place to build up your career, where you are going to at least use the knowledge gained throughout your 8.4.4 , to be given roles and responsibilities, be PAID at the end of the month.

But there’s a cycle you go through. You need to Identify where it is you want to work, as a what (position), the requirements for the position, the salary you need to be paid. And so many other things, this are just but a few.

Personally, I figured I want to do project management and system analysis and design but before realizing that I went through a series of other things such as Networking, Programming #notforme but that’s not all there is to it, i mean you need to up your skill, read more, do more projects or better yet start your own thing.

Makes you have the feeling of not wanting to grow up, life is hard especially career-wise, to get that job that you really want,that makes you grow, that pays you well. Makes me want to be 5 years once again.

Or maybe not, since that would mean I would have to grow up all over again and go through 8.4.4. wololo that would be a nightmare!

So nowadays we have been reduced to just having a job that can help pay your bills that’s all. I mean, you don’t do what it is you were employed to do. Or that which you studied and went through sleepless nights to pass exams and get more knowledge. Or worse yet, you do what you would want to do but you don’t develop yourself intellectually because everything is so routine.

You know what I mean, I would want a job where I am given responsibilities and left accountable, where my brain is challenged, where I’m stressed not because I’ve come to work late but because I haven’t met my deadlines, where I’m leaving the office late not because I was tweeting or blogging but because I’m trying to work things out, where I get rewarded for the hard work I put in. In general , I want to develop and mature career wise and feel it, since at the moment I don’t.

As a result am still on the prowl, that’s what I want, it’s what I wish for and pray for thinking of which why do we just remember to pray when we have problems…gosh! Sorry God :)

“If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves”~ Thomas Edison

So out of curiosity, are there guys who have such discussions …. lol that’s just lack of ambition. Found it hilarious. If I foud my kids in future talking like this, I for sure would force him/her to become a doctor /engineer, the full dictation.

“You must take personal responsibility. You cannot change the circumstances, the seasons, or the wind, but you can change yourself.”

“You can either create or allow everything that happens to you.”

Signing Off — *Kawi*