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Of thwarted plans and amazing blessings

31 Dec

We plan, but sometimes our well laid out plans are foolishness to the ultimate Master Planner, God.

Today I got the greatest reminder of this old adage, and I had to take a step back and smile.

When I was planning my vacation and booking flights, I purposely planned it such that I would be in Kenya by the night of 30th December, so that I could drive down to the countryside on 31st in time to usher in the New Year with my mainest, Mama Carole, as has been tradition. I have always spent my holidays with mummy; just the two of us and New Year’s Eve has always been a day of thanksgiving and lots of prayer at home. You could say I’m a bit of a mummy’s girl 🙂

This year however, I felt the need to begin to slowly be my own person by doing my own thing and learning not to be too dependent on her strength. Therefore I compromised with myself; I would do me for Christmas and be home for New Year’s Eve Prayers, jet-lag or no jet-lag. Funny enough, Mummy was completely unbothered with how torn I was. “Go have fun with your friends. You deserve to be happy. You work too hard”, she said; leaving me wondering why she didn’t need me as much as I needed her; which is another story altogether, by the way.

Therefore, in the last 3 days when I developed tonsillitis and flu on top of terrible chest congestion issues that had plagued me throughout my entire vacation, I willfully battled with myself and pushed through almost 20 hours on a plane, sick as a dog, to get home late last night in time to drive to the village today. I was committed to seeing my plan through. I am not a quitter #smugface #muscles lol.

The biggest joke on me therefore, was this morning, when I woke up at 11:30am and could not even lift my head off the pillow. Everything hurt. Nose, head, throat, eyes, chest, fever, even my toe nails hurt lol. On top of that there were missed calls from Mummy, most likely to tell me not to leave Nairobi late as I’m used to. And I had no voice to even tell her how bad I was feeling. When we eventually spoke, mostly her, worried sick, prescribing medicine (She knows I have never in my 30 years gone to the hospital alone – yes I always have someone to take me coz I am terrified of hospitals) and re-assuring me to rest and not even contemplate driving the 2 hours home. (There she goes again, not needing me #rollseyes).

But the thing that hit me most, and which I guess has inspired this post, is the sheer amount of love I have around me. I had friends asking me what they could do and suggesting they take to hospital or bring meds. The best of all, my best friend, who as fate would have it is hundreds of Miles away in Eldoret, somehow organized with one of her friends to deliver medicine to my house. I must not get out to look for dawa, she said. #happytears. She also tried to find someone to drive me to Nyeri, coz she understands how much I do not want to be alone on New Year’s Eve. And even though that did not work out, that is still the sweetest, most heart-warming gesture. I haven’t been that humbled in a long while. I really do feel amazing and abundantly blessed.

To cut this long story short, as I grow older, I now realize what truly matters in life. I no longer count my blessings by material things or possessions. I count my blessings in terms of the people and moments that truly take my breath away and etch themselves into my heart and mind permanently. In this respect, I am well and truly blessed

I also realize that, I cannot pick and choose when to be independent and when to get my strength from mum. I must learn to carve out my own path ad especially where it concerns my spiritual life. This morning, one of my biggest concerns was how I would live if I didn’t start my 2015 with our usual 31st prayers at home. Yet now I know, that she thought well ahead about this day and fully equipped me with all it takes to go before God and present my supplications and prayers to Him for my future and believe that He will do it for me. So this tonight I will go before God, commune with Him, let His peace and love fill me; and commit my 2015 to His able Hands.

Finally, as I celebrate this day in the comfort of my bed, I really do know that I have the greatest treasure of all – LOVE. And I want to celebrate the people in my inner circle who so generously and tirelessly give it to me – this has to be my greatest lesson of 2014. I feel so special and I hope to be half the friend that you guys are to me. God is Love, I see Him reflected in you every single day.

Happy New Year!!!!!

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Of friendly faces, places and People

29 Nov

Today I sat at Java Yaya Centre for over an hour, quite unplanned. I went in for a take away coffee, sat down to wait for it, and alas got chatted by a very charming Nigerian broda (hopefully he is not of those yahoo/wash wash ones; though he did sound quite cultured and intelligent). Shortly after he finished “toasting” me and left (I had by then given up on walking out with the coffee), a very lovely Ethiopian lady asked if she could sit with me and we chatted quite a bit on every conceivable topic (girlfriend at first sight lol), then later we were joined by her Swiss husband who coincidentally has worked in the same countries as me and we got to talking till I lost track of time. Long and short of it, I am having dinner with them before the year ends 🙂


Looking back, last week I stayed at a hotel in Johannesburg and in a silly twist of events, I found myself in the hotel corridor on the 3rd floor in my night clothes sans shoes and phone (went to take out the room service tray, forgot to hold the door and as fate would have it I found myself locked out of my room much to my dismay and consternation – not to mention embarrassment). After a few minutes panic wondering how to go down to reception in such brief clothing and barefoot at that, I worked up the courage to knock on the next room’s door and request my neighbour to call down for me and ask them to send a new key card up (Lord please don’t let him be a perv – or think I have come to sell “services” lol). Alas! Lo and behold, a Kenyan answers the door and saved the day (I could tell straight away from his chida ya matamchi {intonation/accent} ). Turns out we actually come from the same town (Karatina) and even know the same people. Small world!! I ended up having dinner with he and his colleagues from Toyota Kenya and Uganda 2 nights later. 🙂

I will not even mention the “elevator moment” I had a week before at my hotel in Cape Town, with the most lovely, elderly Kenyan-Asian gentleman whom I pleasantly found out lives at the end of my street here in Nairobi and who has invited me to dinner with his family  as soon as possible.

Notice a pattern??? Food!! Again. 🙂 🙂 🙂

And many, many more chance meetings that I could mention in just the month of November, with all sorts of wonderful people in the most random places. 

This got me thinking, how will the world be in 2090? Will we still have these borders, really? In my Nairobi in 2013 am more likely to meet foreigners on a daily than Kenyans (apart from my old friends of course). And I meet just as many Kenyans out there too. Borders sort of fade out….. I lose the point here….but you get my drift…….

Or maybe I have a face that attracts foreigners? lol. 

Food for thought…… ION, I hope ya’ll have had an awesome year and are well into planning new territory to be conquered in 2014.

xoxo!!

Scandal, Scandalous????

12 Aug

 

“Fitz: What’s wrong?

Olivia: (exhales)

Fitz: You pace in circles when something’s wrong. When you’re just thinking it’s back and forth. When something’s wrong, circles.

Olivia: Did you need something, Mr. President?

Fitz: You know you used to sound sexy when you call me Mr. President. Now it sounds like I’m just a gym teacher.

Olivia: Did you need something, Mr. President?

Fitz: The Sally Hemings-Thomas Jefferson comment was below the belt.

Olivia: Because it’s so untrue?

Fitz: You’re playing the race card because I’m in love with you? Come on! Don’t belittle us. It’s insulting and beneath you and design to drive me away. I’m not going away.

Olivia: I don’t have to drive you away. You married and you have children. You’re the leader of the Free World. You are away by definition. You are away. You’re unavailable.

Fitz: So this is about Mellie?

Olivia: No, no, no! This is-

I smile at her and take off my clothes for you.

I wait for you. I watch for you. My whole life is you. I can’t breathe because I’m waiting for you. You own me, you control me, I belong to you…”
Fitz: You own me!

You control me.

I belong to you.

You think I don’t want to be a better man?

You think that I don’t want to dedicate myself to my marriage?

You don’t think I want to be honorable? To be the man you voted for? 
I love you. I’m in love with you. You’re the love of my life. 
My every feeling is controlled by the look on your face.

I can’t breathe without you. I can’t sleep without you.
I wait for you, I watch for you. I exist for you. If I could escape all of this and run away with you?

There’s no Sally and Thomas here. You’re nobody’s victim, Liv. I belong to you. We’re in this together.

One of my favourite scenes 🙂 

I love, love Scandal and so does every woman I know. I religiously download the episodes off the net as I cannot wait till the entire season is packaged by my movie vendor.

The other day I was talking to a friend and a bunch of her friends and somehow the topic of series came up. With the kind of horrible weather we are experiencing in Nairobi, a lot of people are staying at home more under their trusty duvets drinking copious amounts of various beverages and more often than not watching series. Scandal came up in the discussion somehow and the excitement in the group was visible. EVERYONE HAD AN OPINION. Everyone perked up.

My ladies were so annoyed that Fitz was renewing his vows to Mellie, his wife. Who can’t tell that he doesn’t love her? She’s a bitch who does not deserve her husband. How dare he renew his commitment to the woman he vowed to stand by till death do them part? We shed tears for poor Olivia. Every woman in our little circle that day, married and unmarried, was safely rooted in Olivia Pope’s corner.

We are mesmerized by her. Her wit, her intelligence, her charm, her consuming powerful personality; the power and mystery she exudes. And that fashion sense!! OMG!! We want to raid her wardrobe. We want her body. We want her hair, with that sexy parting in the middle and flowy curls. We want our lower lip to quiver just like hers. Basically, we want to be her!

I literally get small cardiacs whenever an episode ends and cannot wait for the next one. I Google her outfits immediately after the show, sigh, to have all those Armani suits!!!

Why can’t Fitz just leave Mellie already?? Why? Isn’t Olivia worth it?

I am no exception. I am a true GLADIATOR. I die for the chemistry between Olivia Pope and Mr. President, Fitzgerald Grant. It’s palpable, electric, and almost tangible. So raw!! Theirs is crazy, dangerous love. I cross my fingers and fantasize about my man (to be). How I will wrap him around my little finger with wit, intelligence, mystery, beauty, style, personality and a quivering lower lip, a la Olivia Pope. I imagine how he will look at me across a crowded, power-packed room and make me shiver; make me feel like a real woman. I yearn for the power. I die for the danger, the sheer thrill of it.

For a minute (or longer), I forget what Olivia Pope is; the other woman. And Fitz; an adulterous husband.

Hard to hear, eh? It is what is, it is as simple and as plain as that.

In real life, we acknowledge that wrong is wrong and we cannot stand the other woman. We demonize these Mpango wa Kando (MWK) and cannot even stand to be in their company. In hushed tones we gossip and point them out of the crowd for their ratchet behavior. We do not see any good in them and neither do we make any effort to.

Now, not to burst anyone’s bubble, but what makes Olivia Pope so different? Isn’t she the woman bedding another woman’s husband, more so when the wife is pregnant? Isn’t she the bitch making out with a married man in the house he shares with his wife (White House) while his dutiful wife entertains their guests in the ball room? Isn’t she the stubborn whore who keeps disappearing into the woods with another woman’s husband? The one who smiles at the wife in her face while shagging her husband behind her back?

What message are the script writers of Scandal sending to the millions who religiously watch the series?

They intentionally and consistently portray the wife as a cold, calculating power whore to further alienate her from viewers’ loyalty and make her look like the bad guy. In all honesty, most of what she does is to protect her husband, so how does that make her evil?

It is shockingly appalling how easily we relax our moral standpoints when the person on the wrong is someone we like, perhaps a friend, a family member, a beloved celeb/star, etc.

We turn a blind eye when our friend is the other woman/man, yet we vilify those we do not know. We justify their actions and thank our lucky stars that the offense is not happening to us. In reality, your friend is breaking a marriage, someone’s marriage and causing pain to innocent lives.

What if we, as decent human beings, stood up for what is right regardless of who is involved? What if we held each other accountable to the standards we believe in?

P/S: I am not here to judge anyone. After all, we have already established my fanatical following of the show; I love a good story as much as the next woman and have been guilty of judging my friends with a different yardstick on numerous occasions. 

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