ALLOW ME…

What a wonderful time to be alive. When your timeline is filled with  SGR selfies, political babies are crying for nominations and our grandfathers want to sell everything they own to endorse the president’s campaign so he can win. Did you read the last part twice? A 76- year old man wants to sell all he has to endorse the President of the Republic of Kenya, but why? Well thank God the president talked him out of that idea.

Political shenanigans aside the year is still more messed up than 2016. Admit it. I have. Okay that is my take on the 2K17 ( that is what the millennials are calling it). 2017 is proving to be those years that make you admit not only to yourself but to social media (because how else would we know) that ‘the struggle is real’. This phrase has a way of making the blows that life throws at us look somewhat flawless,you know like your filtered Instagram pictures.

It has been a while since I wrote and someone mentioned it and honestly the motivation has been off. Life gets to you so much that you forget what makes you smile a little and laugh out loud but i heard something inspiring today. Just a piece of advice: life can get stressful sometimes but you should not let it get to you so much, that is the art of living.

All that said allow me to share a bit with you. No, I am not about to give you a taking stock post. All I can take stock from the beginning of the year is that God is good all the time and all the time God is good (this is not just another phrase but it is a testimony, my testimony).

Allow me to say that death is not just something that you can ignore forever, it is not taboo to talk about or think about. Death is here (always has been, always will be) lurking in the shadows ready to pounce on you when you least expect it. And yes it hurts, hurts more than being pinched by a chair, you know why…. because the wounds it leaves you with never heal. Death hurts so much because your loved ones leave and you get left behind. Time makes you stronger. I had an experience of my own early this year. I miss you Grace Nduta Mwaura.

Allow me to tell you that family should always come first. Pray for your loved ones everyday. You never know what the next minute holds. Wish them a lovely day and always check up on them. It is so sweet when you make someone feel that you love them. Send them funny posts and messages like when Kabogo thought he would win the Kiambu county nomination despite his atrocious statements, LOL.

Allow me to tell you that making friends is not as easy as it was before. These days (siku hizi) if you do not share the same taste in food, music, movies, ministry (if you do not get it stop trying), men, women, did I say food, fashion, pets and food (this is very important) then you will not be very good friends. Your vibes must flow. You show love to your friends by the frequent hang outs, calls, screenshots (very important lately) and memes. Never forget to tag your friends on the latest memes. Never!

Allow me to tell you that I am a die-hard cat lover but I have a confession. I am completely embarrassed for what i have been doing. Lately I have been seeing dogs and staring unashamedly. Even turning to take a second look. I honestly do not know what is happening to me, I even considered getting a dog and a cat, of course that will happen after I move out of my parent’s house. I have failed the cat community but oh well think of it as a win-win. When cats gets fussy which is everyday the dog will always be there to lick my hurt feelings away.With that confession all is well in my world once more.

Allow me to tell you that the transition from university to working-class is completely eye-opening. When I say eye-opening I mean it is scary as hell, you wake  up in the middle of the night with soaked bed sheets from all the sweating you had from over-thinking. (I know y’all first thought the soaked bed sheets were from wetting the bed. Mimi nikakojolea kitanda mimi juu ya stress za adulting?Mimi?). This is the time you realize you cannot miss work like you missed all those boring afternoon lectures to watch a Netflix series. Take me back!

Allow me to tell you that Social Media makes me happy. You get a chance to see how the parents of our Kenyan Socialites look. I kid you not I have heard someone say, ‘Kumbe hivi ndio mama yake anakaa na vile huyu msichana ni mang’aa?’ From the break-ups to the hook-ups, I get to see it all with the click of one button and I love it. So yes, when you post pictures of your bae and later delete all of them from your timeline, we want to know why. We were also invested in the relationship as far as bundles are concerned. Oh and those long Instagram posts on how you love your mum or dad, please they are not on social media, go home and tell them you love them! They are still getting the hang of Whatsapp leave alone Facebook.

Allow me to tell you that I do not understand the people who ask for your number and never text or call you. So why were you asking for it? Do you get an app addition for every phone number you get? Is that it? There is also this trend where guys are always in your DM with a ‘hey’ only and that’s it, the thunder that will strike you is having its Veetox tea. Please stop! Women are looking for men of action not ‘hey’ buddies.

Finally, allow me to tell you that life is what you make it. When you do more than go through your day, you notice the difference. You live. I am re-reading that so that I can follow my own advice. Sometimes you get caught up in life and forget to live. Do that thing that you have always wanted to do, text that crush, go on that,diet, wear that bikini, apply for that job, date that girl, vote this year! Make a difference in your life and the lives of the people around you.

Cheers!

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CINDY

I know, I know ! (Raising my arms in the air)

If you have ever read any of my blog posts I am sure you’ve seen this post and said , “Took her long enough!”

I am writing this because it is something that was long overdue. What have I been up to? A lot of things, I have been living and I have been learning but most importantly I have been eating. I have been eating like a pig despite the fact that I should be watching my waist. Why you ask. Well my weight is just fine it’s my waist that needs deliverance. I mean what does a girl have to do to get a flat tummy around here? I’m that kind of girl who wishes she could eat anything without getting fat. Ladies can I get an Amen!

I also wish some women could keep their comments to themselves regarding someone’s weight, aren’t we all struggling with something? Well as you judge her tummy, her eyebrows are on fleek and yours well yours are just eyebrows, we can’t say much about them. I am not being savage, I am being honest. God almighty knows it and so do you, so get to those make-up tutorials they are everywhere these days!

My thoughts are a bit jumbled up today. I will do my best not to digress but if I do I hope you still enjoy the read.

Today I want to talk about a woman you might have come across. Let us call her Cindy. Cindy seems to have her life all figured out. She seems to have the perfect parents, perfect relationship, perfect friends, perfect job and the list of perfection goes on and on. You would say she has the perfect life. She goes to church and she is always there for her friends. When you see her in church you are the first to say that she is involved with the youth pastor. You call her a pretender and all manner of names just to make her look bad. Despite the loathe you have for her, Cindy is the first person who sends you that M-Pesa that you so long for when you comment `sina kakitu` in the youth group. We have all been there and if you have not jumped at the vibration of a text from your phone then count your blessings.  I know someone just wished to have a camaraderie with Cindy right about now. You on the other hand think that she is just being a show off because a pretty girl like her definitely has a ‘sponsor’.

Cindy is just an ordinary girl. She has been raised in a Christian family but she got to really understand Jesus when she was in high school. She gave her life to Christ and became the Christian Union Chairlady. She worked hard in school but Mathematics was not her friend. Maths made her hungry when she was full, Maths made her get the cramps when she was past that time of the month. Maths was annoying like that spoiler friend who says what is happening in the new Marvel movie when you have not even seen the trailer . Yes it was that bad, I can relate. She did not get an A but she managed to join campus and graduate with First Class Honors. I will not dwell on the sleepless nights that she had while in campus that is quite frivolous in this situation. Kenyans love to hear the success not the struggle that comes with it.

As tempting as it was Cindy made it out of campus without using drugs or taking alcohol. She had one boyfriend through campus and they are engaged to be married. Is he 70 years old? No, he is three years older than her and they met in church when all youth members were pledging their vows to remain pure till marriage. Yes, she is still pure. Unbelievable? Yes. Impossible? No.

Just like any other person Cindy has her ups and downs. She has her bad hair days but you would not know that because of the colorful turbans she dons every once in a while, she gets cranky sometimes and cusses unbelievable words, but you did not know that now did you?

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