But who promised easy?

It’s been a while. I have been telling my editor that I’m not feeling too inspired. And I have been wondering why?

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I tried capturing that horizon but I was seated at unfavorable position… and oh well…

You see, inspiration is not a bolt of lightning or an actual light bulb coming on in your psyche. Or maybe it is for some of you… Inspiration for me is that feeling that this should not go unrecorded. For me, it comes deep down from my emotional state. I’m inspired, sadly, by the realization of imperfection.

I left the office early so I could pack and leave the house in time for my flight. And even though my house is less than a 20 minute drive to the airport, it has happened, not once or twice, that it takes more than 2 hours. I will not go into that, because I may have to use unsavory language to fully express myself.

Anyways, (but is this correct English or Swanglish?), I get to the airport way ahead of time. I decided to have a milkshake at Java (no, they are not paying me to mention them), and those huge ass samosas of theirs. You guy, that samosa can feed a multitude mehn! That samosa can erase all sins committed out of hunger. The samosa be so big it can alleviate hunger in my county.

I have close to an hour. So I decide to catch up on Biko Zulu. Goodness me, he has a way with words that cannot even be explained. One moment, he is taking you on a ride to paradise. The next, you are being driven through an abyss of your worst fears. Without any apologies. What-so-ever!!!!

As I read through his blog, it dawns on me that maybe my goodbyes were not enough. That if that was my last moment with the kids, then I did not say my goodbye like it was. The fear was so legit that I had tears streaming down my face! And in a public restaurant none the less.

I picked up my phone and called my first born.

“I just read one of Biko Zulu’s posts and it dawned on me that I may not have said proper goodbyes…” sniff… “And that I love you…”

“Mom, I love you too and you hugged me bye…” he replied.

Then I asked for my 5th born, who we will call Maasai.

Me: Baby, you know I love you?

Maasai: Yes…

Me: Be Goo…

Maasai: Mama, Flower (my last Born) is playing with dirt… Mamaa please tell her not to touch me with dirt…. (a squeal in the background, most likely from my 4th born) Flower!!! Bad manners…

So anyways, as I said my byes I asked each of them to love the other and Maasai says without flinching, “Yes, except Flower, she is not nice”.  And silently I ask God to keep me a few more years so that I see the day these two will love each other… completely.

After the call, I go back to Biko even though the phone’s been put on airplane mode. The takeoff is shaky and scary. Once airborne, I look out and it’s so cloudy it looks like we are flying through smoke. It dawns on me that technology is amazing because the pilot could see shit!!!! That’s when my inspiration kicks in.

In 2017, my life was as cloudy as it can get. Everything was cloudy. My career. My kids. My relationships. My bank account, oh wait… oh no that was not cloudy, it was just empty. 2017 was a hard year ladies and gentlemen. It took everything in me not to lose myself. I made a friend who, in their small ways, contributed to a healthier me. The best of it is that I got my baby back after years of trying. (Remind me to tell you her story sometime).

The good thing is that even with the bad times, I had a few happy things happening to me.

As I was pondering on my 2017, the plane was suddenly silent and peaceful. Once it gets calm, the clouds start looking beautiful. We are floating above them. It was like we were riding some white angelic waves. And in the horizon, the sun was retiring to wherever it goes when it’s done for the day… leaving behind its rich orange-ish horizon. And people of God, the sun set in Western Kenya, particularly Kisumu is outta this world.

Then it dawned on me. I mean I felt like I have been slapped by some knowledge… at the risk of sounding like a literal drama queen.

Even as I am still in the thick of things from leftovers of 2017, my orange-ish horizon awaits me.

It’s going to be lit. With all kinds, hues and flavors of orange. Because it only gets better from here. God will reward my efforts. Mainly because He is the one that presented them to me.

It will get cloudy from time to time. That is for sure. But I will float above those clouds, I shall subdue them… And in the end, I shall be rewarded by a beautiful horizon.

Nobody promised it will be easy!

But I do have a promise of it getting better.


Lipstick Notes



donkeyAt a point in my life I lived in Muguga  for a year. On market days you would see donkeys walking around their business, I’m yet to see a place with more donkeys. These donkeys however were heavy laden (J that sounds biblical). If it were possible wakenya wangepatia punda shida wabebe pia. Now you would be seeing a donkey walk around with the burden of corruption neatly strapped on its back, hiked maize flour prices, or wait for it… mashakura!

I mean, white sparkly teeth! I know you probably hear this all the time from your food, but you must bleach or something ’cause that’s one dazzling smile you got there! And do I detect a hint of minty freshness? And you know something, you’re… ~Donkey from Shrek

This one time I saw a poor donkey carrying loads of hay on the one side and gallons of water on the other. I could have sworn that I saw a tear drop cascading down its cheek. Muguga is a sloppy area and so you would see them come up the road from KARI towards the market place. There is a steep slope I would say, I mean I was a fat lazy girl, that slope looked like a mountain to me and I was free of any burden. Sembuse punda aliyebeba mizigo?

They would walk ever so slowly that you find yourself silently doing a countdown of when they would collapse under the weight of the load they are carrying. Their limits were outstanding. I mean each day they would wake up knowing that they would be carrying loads possibly thrice their own body weight. And yet they still wake up.

I couldn’t help then but admire these beasts. I still admire these poor beasts of burden. Since my government has been dishing out awards, I would like to nominate all donkeys across Kenya for the Order of the Grand Warriors. They deserve it. Forget those HSC fetes.

I pray for that thing that wakes the donkey up every morning. That thing that lets the donkey allow its master to beat it senseless and not bite the living daylights out of him. That thing that lets the donkey carry a load thrice its body weight in size and bulk and not just slump down and take a break from it all. Most amazing thing, the donkey does all this without braying (Let me come clean, I learnt that donkeys bray… today… I always thought they neighed too…).

I baptize that thing… the zhing

As a middle-aged adult, sometimes you carry on too much. You have a load from the workplace ranging from demotivation to apathy, you have a load from home, anything from financial struggles to unruly children, not to mention personal loads ranging from loneliness to depression. Then the societal expectations of you clashing hard with your own capabilities and needs. Do not forget the government failures that directly affect your wellbeing for instance insecurity, lack of proper infrastructure and I have to mention, incessant industrial actions.

You are expected to take it all and turn it to bubbles and balloons so that you are able to live just one more day without hurting someone. Many people walking the streets of Nairobi are ticking time bombs. They just need that trigger. That straw…

When I first heard the saying the straw that broke the camel’s back as a young girl, I thought it was ludicrous. I thought, just how feeble is the camel that a mere straw can break its back? I did not know that decades later I would be waking up to pray;

Lead me not into temptation and deliver me from the straw…

That straw could be anything man. Belieee me. It could be a stranger physically rubbing shoulders with you; it could be your son talking back at you; It could be the makanga shoving you; It could be your boss make an unfair statement; it could be your mother making a correction; it could be anything man… It could be the government announcing the rise of electricity levy, si they just cut the unga subsidies not two days ago? Anything and BOOM… Shit hits the darn fan.

Look at the donkey, his loyalty, his perseverance, his passion, his tolerance and his attitude. That’s all you need. Get the zhing… adopt it, marry it… woleva mehn.. nobarre’s judging you… but just get the zhing.

Wake up in the morning and make an intentional decision to be tolerant, to be loyal, to persevere and to be passionate. The world will read your aura and the world will present you with better situations.

Try to make that conscious decision to not be a tool, to not be THE straw.

Don’t be the straw man.


Lipstick Notes

Tangent Swerve

Tangent Math

Apparent Mathematical Tangent: I assure you its pretty useless in this post 🙂

It was a day to my birthday. I was all gassed up, because who wouldn’t be happy to open a new chapter in their life? Then reality checked in. An encounter with my son left me questioning myself. Had I accomplished enough? Would I have given him a different answer if he was older?


My four year old was resting under a tree. Enjoying nature’s breeze. From his expression, he was very happy. You can easily tell when he is jolly, because unlike most normal earthlings, he vibrates. Like seriously, he visibly vibrates. Not like a Nokia though. It’s weird if you ask me, but also interesting at the same time.

Of late he has picked up this courage to ask very ludicrous questions. I think it has something to do with sitting under the tree. Remember how our ancestors could only get the courage to face crises while sipping mbangara under trees? Well, he doesn’t sip busaa… Not yet. He always pauses after his questions, looking straight into my eyes as he awaits his ‘genius’ mother to give (read cook) her answers.

Sorry for digressing. From under the tree, he screamed “Mamaaaa” to which I responded, ” yes baby?” He then walked to me holding a plastic container full of dirt (which reminds me, I need to deworm my entire clan), paused between my legs and straight up asked, “Why are we not rich? Mama, when will we be rich?”

I was not ready for this!

Where do I start?

I take a sip of my cheap (no wonder the questions) whisky which by all means is the smoothest whisky I have taken in my life… Wait there was one other, but I don’t think I’m paid to mention it here.

Like any other African parent, I answered the question with another question. I asked him what he considers rich. “Being rich means we will have our own aeroplane.” Where do kids get these ideas from? In his defense, my son has been in a plane a number of times but he was too young to be remembering that. Young man doesn’t want to just ride in one, he wants to own one! Like a boss!


He also tells me that he needs money to buy me a car and a house. But his sister had told him that it was not enough and not to ask me because… Mum does not have enough. My boy figured the only answer to his problems was to become rich.

So I go all Dolly Parton and her coat of many colors on him and tell him, “ But baby, we are rich, we have eaten and we always do, we have clothes and we go to school, but most of all we have each other and that’s the true meaning of being rich”

He gives me a double take. Like he knows that I have gone all parent on him and repeats, “Then why don’t we have an aeroplane?”

I ran out of wit and parenty statements, sighed, took a large gulp of my whisky (like our ancestors did when they needed the wisdom in tough situations) and finally told him, “Baby, go play. And if you really want a plane, ask God to give you one. One day, and it doesn’t matter when, but He will”

That worked the magic. He hopped away all happy and said, “when He gives me a plane, I will buy you a house”

Figure of Speech

Figure of Speech Tangent: Now you get where I was going with the tangent image up there? No? Oh Well…

If he was 15, dear Lord, I would have gone on a tangent. I would have blamed my ancestors for not occupying a less rocky and more arable land; I would have blamed my grandparents for not grabbing enough land to make village heroes up to the 5th generation; I would have blamed my mother for not marrying the wealthiest man this side of Sahara and rendered us spoilt kids for the rest of our lives; I would have blamed me for not having the right combination required for success and finally would have blamed the government for failing me and my children.

That tangent would have spiraled out of control. Poor boy would have regretted asking such sensitive questions. In fact it may have ended disastrous for him… he may have gotten an ass whooping for suggesting that I am not rich!!!

Truth be told, I do believe what I told him. In my family, lies my richness. I am happy we have each other. So many people have lost their loved ones.

So as you go into the new year with hopes and dreams, always remember the things that truly matter at every moment, situation and in the general outlook of life.


Talking of dreams, I should tell you folks about my recent dream, maybe one of you could be an interpreter.


*I have also resumed my reading. Please if any of you have any nice book suggestions and authors that may not be well-known but made a mark for you, go ahead and suggest the book. I shall look for it.

Choose your side of view


December is a month of beautiful skies in Nairobi. Therefore it was not a surprise when I woke up and the skies were this beautiful shade of blue that inspired laziness… you know what am talking about? On this particular day, all I could think of is how much better it would have been if I was viewing the skies from a beach bed in Watamu…

And suddenly it dawned on me; things could be worse. I could easily have been seeing the skies from a hospital bed, or not at all…

2017 has been the roughest year for me yet. This year I have learnt a great deal of lessons and grown some. It has tossed and turned me like vegetable salad in a mixer, it has shaped me like wood in a sculptor’s hand. But like Gold, I came out stronger from the furnace.

I have compiled my lessons from 2017 which will shape my 2018 and beyond. These lessons were picked from all spheres of my life.

  1. Life is simple really, play the cards you are dealt.
  2. It’s absolutely OK to lose friends. It does not necessarily mean that they are bad or that you are better. It just means that they have outlived their purpose in your life and you therefore need to open doors for your new persons.
  3. Learn to forgive. It was the hardest lesson for me, however with time I realized that all along it was not for them, it was for me.
  4. It is always good to plan, however be open to the fact that things may not always go as planned. You may not always get what you asked for or even what you deserve. That’s just how it is. It should, however, not be a deterrent to hope for more or ask for better or put your best foot forward. Quite the opposite in fact.
  5. Cultivate the habit of praying specific prayers.  When you get down to pray, be very specific to the last detail.
  6. “If the only prayer we ever say in our lives is “Thank You” that will be enough.” ~Meister Eckhart

  7. Believe in yourself. Your Capabilities. Your strength. Your Skill. Your Knowledge. Always.
  8. Let go and let God.
  9. To change the world, you need to make a tangible contribution to that change. Start by changing you. Then change your world. Then the world will change.
  10. Attitude is everything. Let your passion fuel your attitude, with the right attitude everything is within reach.
  11. Love is everything. It makes everything perfect in its imperfection. That only happens when you start by loving yourself.
  12. Don’t complain about it if you can do something about it.
  13. Celebrate your small wins, after all they make up for the big wins.
  14. To co-exist in whatever habitat, you need to identify, focus and tap into other people’s strengths. Focusing on their weaknesses does not only breed bad blood, but also dissatisfaction and poor relationships.
  15. This world was not made for the perfect, it was made for love.
  16. Patience… always understand the full cycle of your wait, this will help you manage your expectation and grow your patience.

Sometimes life does dish you lemons, and it may seem like everything is crumbling. That is the best time to sit and focus on the good things. They always bring things to perspective. For me that has been my children. They are the focus I need to stay in line and am ever thankful for them.

2018? I shall share my plan in due course.

Back Again,


10 Lessons I learnt from the lone bull…

A beautiful lone bull on Nairobi-Mombasa highway...

A beautiful lone bull on Nairobi-Mombasa highway…

I have been told many times that a lone elephant bull is the most dangerous of its species.

Its a chilly Saturday morning with the sun just about to rise in the horizon. We are driving on the Nairobi-Mombasa highway.

Its a somber mood really, nothing of the loud obnoxious jokes that would naturally be in order for my crowd.

There He is. All proud and majestic. Taking a morning leisure walk across the Tsavo. All alone. Without a care in the world.

The 40 ft. Trailer did not scare him, the more than 6 cars slowing down to just view him in all his glory did not deter him. He just walked. Forcing the trailer to come to a sudden stop, the occupants of the cars to shriek in  joy and wonder and admiration as they fumble with their phones trying to capture the best side of him. He did not even make a sign of acknowledging their presence.

Inside my small crummy car, we were so mesmerized. I assure you , we were a tiny speckle in comparison to that magnanimous work of nature. Not to be left behind, I too fumbled with my simple cheap piece of technology of a phone to capture the best side of that glorious beast . It did not matter what we did or what happened this big animal just did not care.

A lot of thoughts started racing in my mind and I kept thinking; where is this animal from? where is the rest of his herd? Is he lonely? Is he hurt? Is he sick? Is he aware of his surroundings? What in Gods beautiful world is he thinking about?

And I suddenly understood why they say the lone bull is presumably the most dangerous one in his species.

He just does not give a f***.

We generally like to be given a f***.

We like it when we are able to push the right buttons and get the desired reaction. Every possible pun intended.

Well with this bull, that wont work. Because nothing you do will threaten him and God Forbid you do succeed in threatening him you will wish the world to open up and a thousand ants to infest your pants  because that would be a better fate than what the bull has in store for you.

I am quiet not because I have nothing to say or that am ignorant of what has been said. I am quiet because I chose to be quiet.


I see it everyday. People are bothered by quiet and silence. People like reaction. The press, the church, the terrorists… everybody wants a reaction. You see when you have an exchange you expose your thought process for scrutinization and counteraction. Silence doesn’t give your friends or foes that luxury and that scares the living daylights out of them.

But Silence gets people uncomfortable. They don’t know whether you like them or not, whether you bought their bullshit or not. Then they are forced to draw out a voice. Sometimes by extending a white flag, but most times by throwing stones.

Like the bull, the silent party is unfazed by the stones thrown or the 40 ft. trailers that come speeding their way, or by bystanders taking in their majestic presence, because they are focused on the path they have taken. That path unfortunately has no allowance for bull shit. The lone bull has bullshit radar and can smell bullshit from a mile away.

That Saturday morning I made a resolve to be like that Lone Bull. Its simple really;

  1. Some time solitude is all you need to get your focus in.
  2. Walk away from all the drama
  3. Maintain silence because its said that it is in silence that we find ourselves.
  4. Call it as it is. When its BS and you know its BS, call it BS and walk away.
  5. You give credit to the labels put on you by reacting to them. Don’t react. People say bad things about you because you threaten them. Let them swim or better still drown in their own imaginations.
  6. Attitude is everything
  7. That Lone Bull can never go to the market carrying supplies for you. People will ride your back if its bent. Don’t permit people to push you around.
  8. Focus is key.
  9. In life journey there will be the threats(40 ft. trucks) and there will be the admirers(the people taking photos) Ignore the former and give the latter a darn good side for their blog.
  10. When Shit hits the fan, take a good swerve at the people coming at you and hit them hard. Do not relent until you know you have beaten the shit right out of them. Literally. Or just figuratively. Whatever rocks your boat. Bottomline get them good.
Arm yourself with truth, courage and facts.

Arm yourself with truth, courage and facts.

I may not yet be the lone bull, but am getting there.

If we had 1 lone bull in every group of 10 people, the world would be a better place to live in. For Sure. I would know.



This thing about Complexes

I love writing. I don’t know how but I write. I kid myself that I write when inspired.
I get inspired by a whole load of things.
Today am inspired by pity… And that I find strange.

I find it sad, really sad,  when we qualify our lives by what our friends think of us or by what our friends think we have.
Its amazing how much those things move me personally.
I realized recently that what matters to me as should to you is not how much a person has but how much it is important to them.
Ideally people should be loved for who they are. Not what they have.

That’s the sad thing.
When people feel that they deserve your loyalty or friendship only because they have abit more to spend its just, pitiful.

Friendship is a beautiful thing and I am lucky to have a handful of friends. I am lucky to have people I can rely on. People who challenge me. People who love me for me.

That’s what inspired me today.
I realised that the world is broken.
Her people are broken. They have an emptiness in them that they know not how to fill.
Her people know not what to do with what they have.
Her people have replaced the fundamental of life with silliness and non issues.
Her people have forgotten when to laugh and when to look for allegiance.
Her people know not that life, life is NEVER that serious.

So I got inspired to write about this. About nothing really. Just to write.

In the meantime I hope in Kenya, grass will grow.

Lipstick Notes

Swooosh… That, That is the sound of a curse.

There are no such things as curses; only people and their decisions ~ Yvonne Wood

Most women do not choose to be women. at least not the ones that will relate to this post below.

Being a woman is work.

I see it everyday, women struggle to be women.

If they are not socially too fat, too loud, too thin, too career oriented, too marshy, too emotional, too quick to judge, too unfriendly, too hot, too short then they are just too female. I mean there is no getting it right when you are woman.

Society does not cut us any slack, the government doesn’t cut us any slack even our own family and friends don’t cut us any slack.

Today however I am not here to discuss the woman and her position in the society. No I am here to rant about our curse.

To the woman he said, I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception; in sorrow you shall bring forth children; and your desire shall be to your husband, and he shall rule over you. ~ Genesis 3:16

Anyways Eve (the First woman according to my bible) was so hungry that she ate a fruit and earned us a curse. At least she got cursed on a full stomach.. no? not a good joke… anyways.

While men were cursed to toil the earth to provide for their families, I see more women actually toiling to provide for their families how ironic.

Women on the other hand were told they shall 1. Have a Painful Childbirth 2. Their desire will be for their man 3. Man shall rule over them. I will not even touch 2 and 3… I cannot, not today…

And that is the genesis of my rant today… (every pun intended).

Childbirth is painful do not get me wrong, your insides are on fire while something akin to the size of a truck pushes through a passage that until a few minutes ago could only handle a few centimeters in diameter of a fun stick. Trust me NOTHING can explain that pain, I will not attempt to do so.

Be that as it may, it’s a one time thing and the next time you actually go through the same pain is in 9 months depending on how seriously you take the “Go ye forth and fill the earth” command.

However there is the small issue of blood thing(again pun intended) that women experience every month and for some even every 15 days. For me therein lies the curse.

Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put their heads down on. They are always longing for the mother who held them as infants.~ Coco Chanel

Every month sometimes without warning you start by having cramps, all kinds of cramps, stomach, back and/or even private part cramps randomly; while in church, while with your date, while at a board meeting, I dont know.. go on, feel free to get creative with the different places.

One or two hundred thousand women are spared the cramps. Then there is also the possibility of mood swings, hormonal anger pangs (hope you see what I did there) maybe bouts of creativity (who knows with these bloody periods what happens to the body and the brain? will leave that to scientists)…

OK so you are lucky to be spared the above two very annoying situations (if I may be allowed to call them that) then there is actual blood flow. You sneeze and you almost feel like covering the bl***y v*****  instead of the mouth, You laugh and swooosh there is that feeling and you may sometimes stop mid way, you cough and wish you did not. It’s a disgusting feeling, trust me. If you could for that period ( in essence then for up-to two weeks for some women, they would rather not laugh, cough or sneeze… choices hunh?)

Then the bathroom breaks, every so many minutes or hours depending on your flow you gotta go to the bathroom and check, clean up and change. Almost instinctively. because there is no indicator or alarm for this that came with being a woman. In fact I dare say that the whole issue (again note what I did there) is very uncomfortable such that you do not need an indicator or an alarm to go check or change. Thank you very much.

So I have been asking myself, was the painful child-birth the real curse? Or was Painful Childbirth a collective outlook of the process of bringing a child to the world. I may be over thinking things here a little.

Truth is, however, monthly issue of blood, monthly period etc should be way up there right after Man shall rule over you. Because the way I see it, the curses were arranged in the order of the most painful one time thing to the most annoying, painful, regular thing. Hope y’all are getting my drift.

I know God will not give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish that He didn’t trust me so much. ~ Mother Teresa

So yes we do deserve a Global Women Day, A day dedicated to being born female. When all the women are not expected to go to work, they get free access to all the Spas around the world, they get the men to cook for them and wait on them and the children to thank us for bearing them with gifts and poems. They deserve one day that everything comes to them easy. A day that is also a Friday or Monday.

One day is enough.

One day per month is enough surely, right?  Right!

Yours Sincerely,

Lipstick Notes

Matters Friendship…

I have been lucky to grow a little older over the last few years.

I have been tremendously lucky to learn a few lesson in the last few years.

Recently I stumbled on a realization that is pure genius.

Its not what your friends can do for you, sometimes its what you are willing to do for them. Sincerely and genuinely. ~ Janet D.

But Friendship is not just about giving and receiving. its also about relating. I have a whole truckload of friends I assure you. But I can tell you without a single doubt that I have come to know what each of them can do for me when needed.

I have rich friends but I would sooner die of hunger than ask them for a dime, I have middle class friends that I know would move mountains to give me anything I need and I have not so rich friends who would sleep hungry so I can eat. And I love them all the same.

I needed something done for me recently and for the love of the Messiah, I scanned through a list of possibly 25 friends and only came up with three who could accomplish the task. And no that does not mean the other 22 friends are bad or that i love them less, no, far from it. It just means that their time will come.

So Matters friends are delicate, you need to know their boundaries, their capabilities and their weaknesses so you know how you fit into each of their lives. And those who you cannot fit your life’s purpose into theirs you need to probably rethink their friendship.

As always,

Lipstick Notes

I know where she lives…

The only vice that cannot be forgiven is hypocrisy. The repentance of a hypocrite is itself hypocrisy. ~William Hazlitt

I have met Ms. Hypocrisy.

I met her and I know exactly where she lives.

In the confines of smiles, laughter, jokes and well wishes.

I have seen people act like they wish you well, they say it too, the moment you turn your back the smile transforms into an ugly scrowl and the kind words change into curses and bad wishes.

Hypocrisy is the Homage vice pays to virtue ~Francois De La Rochefoucauld

I have been among those that love and entertain Ms. Hypocrisy, amongst my family and even  amongst my friends and its interesting how and to what lengths they go.

Let me tell you something you probably never heard before, hypocrisy is a wound on a diabetic leg, it grows and attracts as much rot to it as possible, it grows and when its of good age, it courts hatred and before you know it children are born, children that mutate to the nature of their parents and everything goes awry.

The other day I learnt that hypocrisy chooses and chooses well. It eats at you and gnaws on the sides of your conscience knocking to be let in. 

Once she is comfortable within your conscience then you will know no difference between right and wrong. 

You should know her. 

Next time you meet her be sure.

One day I may just decide to share real life stories… Stories of little girls mistreated by their relatives through the nannies, stories of mothers looking for daughters perhaps mother in laws to spread rot… stories that abound in leaps and bounds

You have peace, the old woman said, once you make it with yourself ~ Mitch Albom, The Five People You meet in Heaven



100 stories to go…

If some people are so hungry for a feeling of importance that they actually go insane to get it, imagine what miracle you and I can achieve by giving people honest appreciation this side of insanity.
~ Dale Carnegie


All you can hear is laughter.

Male and Female laughter, high and low pitched, shrieky, deep… all kinds of laughter that made for a beautiful sound to my ears.

Seated around a table, actually four tables that have been joined together to better accommodate the large crowd, a group of young professionals shared jokes, stories and lots of laughter.

I walked in late, the ambience was awesome and I stood at a distance and the one thing I thought, I will miss this people.


Every successful individual knows that his or her achievement depends on a community of persons working together. ~ Paul Ryan


They dedicated their after work time to appreciate me. (and a couple of my colleagues who are also moving on… but this is my story)

I wouldn’t be the person I am today in my career without these beautiful, mosaic crowd of my peers and seniors.

They have molded me by teaching, training, working with and supporting me all the years and here they were selflessly taking time off their rest hours to gather round and appreciate me.

The first eight years in my professional life and here I was saying goodbye to it.

Mixed emotions… I was happy I was moving but sad that this is all I knew.

They been my family for the better part of the last eight years, and one thing is for sure, each of them represented a print in my memories.

Some of my very special and lasting friendships were born here…


The making of friends who are real friends, is the best token we have of a man’s success in life.
~Edward E. Hale


Anyway as a gift I received a book, Chicken Soup for The Soul; On Being a Parent. 101 Stories. (I am a parent) – They got me a gift!! Aren’t these people awesome?

I managed to read the foreword and the first story; I have 100 stories to left to read.

And it dawned on me; This was just story number one, 100 more to go…

I have just but done one story in my career. Just like any foundation, it took time to be complete Eight years of hard work, great teams, awesome friendships, great customers , ridiculous queries and  of course ridiculous demands… but Eight years nonetheless. Eight years of learning, of being mentored and of being molded. Eight years of small and big triumphs, of satisfaction and of success. Eight years of growth in my personal, physical and career life. EIGHT YEARS.

My Story Number one is Eight years long… A milestone.

On to my Story Number 2 through to Number 101.


Continuity gives us roots; change gives us branches letting us stretch and grow and reach new heights.
~ Pauline R Kezer

This is to the next 100 stories…



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