Doing it myself
This isn’t some deep, life-altering post about something I’ve had to do all by myself to overcome some adversity. Surely, my life can’t be that dramatic all the time, can it? Continue reading Doing it myself
This isn’t some deep, life-altering post about something I’ve had to do all by myself to overcome some adversity. Surely, my life can’t be that dramatic all the time, can it? Continue reading Doing it myself
Iโve written a lot about the annual orchid show thatโs put up by the Kenya Orchid Society. Every year, I have attended this show to marvel at the displays, take pictures of the exotic orchids that are on display, maybe buy myself a plant during the plant sale and then spend a year trying very hard not to kill it. Letโs be honest here … Continue reading Of Orchids, Winning and Gratitude
I saw these floating around on Facebook. I don’t know who the original author is but I thought I’d share them here. I wouldn’t call them rules, but they definitely do make sense. Basic etiquette, perhaps? Some of them may sound a bit weird but I guess someone came up with them for a reason! Also, I also feel this can be applicable to sons, … Continue reading RULES TO TEACH YOUR DAUGHTER
Around eleven or so years ago, I could not tell a real plant from a fake one. I loved having greenery around me, but I had no idea on how to look after plants or maintain them until my parents had to move house and there was no place to take their hundreds of plants with them. So eventually, guess who ended up inheriting … Continue reading The Kenya Orchid Society
For the past six years, I have lived looking over my shoulder. I hear a loud bang, I jump. I hear a helicopter, my heart beats match its rotations. I hate going into malls. I look at everyone suspiciously. I cannot be in a closed off area for too long. I fear every single day for my children. I hear of skirmishes and I get … Continue reading Six years ago
I forget stuff. This is not the regular short-term memory lapse because of age. Okay, maybe it partly is but the main reason is after the Westgate attack, my mind probably got rewired with the shock of it all. I feel sometimes that there is a huge chemical imbalance in my brain because for the life of me, I just cannot remember names, dates, … Continue reading The Great Memory Lapse
I started telling myself loudly that it’s just the elevator alarm. I kept repeating it to myself. I had to or I’d have had a full blown panic attack yet again… Continue reading I attract drama
By the way, my Dad asked me why I’m carrying such a big handbag on the beach… Read more Continue reading The bikini body
I have focused myself on counting my blessings instead of others… Continue reading An Attitude of Gratitude
He stopped to say hello and always asked after the kids. He would remember something I may have written in my column and then he would mention it. He made people feel important. He paid attention. Continue reading Fare thee well, Bob