Cookies and Hot Chocolate

“Attention Please! Flight KL0566 to Amsterdam Schiphol  now boarding at Gate 10”

Such a lovely voice,  I think to myself,  as I scan for a seat in the restaurant next to International departures. The joint is buzzing with activity of laughter, chit chat, glasses clinging, waiters serving, patrons getting up and some soft jazz playing in the background. I am drawn to the energy. At least, it will cheer me up. My sister is relocating.

“Ma’am, welcome to Java”,  a young waiter approaches me. He called me ma’am!! Read mature. Sigh. I can’t help but notice how his milky white level teeth contrast against his smooth dark chocolate skin. Forgiven.

“Thank you. A table for two please”‘ I respond with an equally large smile. I am a smiler.

We both look around. This joint is full to capacity.

“Ma’am , do you mind sharing?” he asks apologetically.

“No”,  I respond. I think to myself , No. I dont mind sharing so long as they are not drunk or eating eggs.

He politely approaches a couple who are lost in deep conversation. The middle aged man looks up, nods, takes a sip of his beer with relish as he gives me a quick glance and resumes his animated conversation with the young lady seated next to him.

The waiter pulls out the chair for me. Hands me a menu and goes off to serve another client.

I smile at the couple and tell them thank you. The man nods politely and stares into the eyes of the young lady, who looks not a day over 19. She giggles in a playful manner . The man blushes. Oh to be in love. I think to myself as I look through the menu.

“Babes, I am goonna miss you. What do I get you upon my return? ” The man ask the lady . He has a heavy European accent and is quite taken by her.

She giggles again. ” Oh bae, I will miss you more”, flicks her expensive looking weave back from her face. ” I don’t know what you can bring me.”

“Maybe a laptop”, he suggests gently, ” you can use in school”

She giggles again.

“Buy me a phone”, she says as she giggles ” so I can chat with my friends and take nice selfies”.

At that moment, I literally drop the menu down in disbelief. A phone!! A phone !! The man cannot hide his disappointment either. He looks abit flushed. He gives me a quick glance. I almost tell him I know right, a phone over a laptop, ordinary today vs great tomorrow..

“Bae, I’ll be late to take a bus home. Let me leave you now” she giggles again, touching his forearm ever so playfully.

“I will give you money for a cab. Please order something to eat . I have one more hour before boarding my flight”, he says patiently.

I slip my menu to her. I can’t wait to hear her order. The man gives me a perplexed look. I pretend to look for something in my handbag.

“Bae, I don’t know what to eat. Maybe a burger with fries or cake. Yeah let me get some cake. But now I can’t chose between the carrot cake and velvet cake” she looks gleefully at the menu.

“Have the burger and fries.” He suggests.

The waiter returns.

” Nitakula velvet cake na vanilla milkshake” ( I will have a slice of velvet cake and a vanilla milkshake) she says to the waiter, with a giggle and her finger twirling her locks.

I smile. She doesn’t disappoint.

The man shrugs take a long sip of his beer. He looks at it emotionally and states ” I am going to miss my Tusker beer”. She giggles.

The giggling is now annoying me. Chic get sophisticated like yesterday!! I hear myself scream in my head. Then I remember how young she is.

My phone rings. It’s my sister. She got her seat. She is off now. She sounds so excited about the future. I am happy for her. I will miss her.

I decide to linger on for the order to come.

The waiter appears bearing the cake and milkshake. She claps her hands and giggles.

She eagerly slices a piece of  the cake with her fork and turns to feed it to the man.  I am literally sitting on the edge of my chair because any moment now, the piece of cake will fall of the fork before it gets to the man’s mouth.

The man tries to move closer but it’s too​ late. The piece of cake slides of the fork and onto his thigh.

“Bae, I soooo sorry”, she giggles nervously. He is quiet and turning red at a pretty fast rate. She grabs a servitte to wipe away the mess. He grabs it from her, ” I’ve got this! How will you take care of our baby, if you can’t even feed me?!”

She looks down. Straightens her dress nervously and takes a sip of her milkshake.

I am seething mad. Really dude! Like really! It’s an accident! The intentions were in love!! 

I stand up.

She giggles and touches his cheek. He calms down. Smiles. She tries to feed him again.

I turn and leave.

I marvel at human relations.

Each to his own.

A roaring lion kills no game – Ugandan proverb

 Where there is love , there is no darkness – Burudian proverb

Photography​ :- “Love begets Love” by Atmospherepix.



I step out into the late December afternoon sun. I look up. Crystal clear blue sky. Mesmerizing. I close my eyes and soak in the warmth of the sun on my skin. I listen to the  gaily chirp of the birds. They sound  as if they are in the middle of a harvest festival. I inhale the warm mixed fragrances of flowers in full bloom. I smile.

The  warmth of the sun intensifies on my skin. Heat. I smile from inside me. I feel so alive,so warm, so happy. I stretch out my hands and relax into the feeling. Total bliss. The sun is now burning my skin. I love the intensity of the heat on my skin. A slight breeze passes by . It feels like feather kisses ,ever so gentle. Goosebumps on my neck.

In the distance, an airplane makes its way over me. I open my eyes. You. Standing infront of me. Gazing. Smiling. Twinkling eyes. A fleeting moment. An eternity of bliss. I reach out my hand to you and smile. Our fingers touch. Feather touches. Goosebumps. Twinkling eyes. Intensity. Warmth. 


Love is what makes you smile when you are tired -Paulo Coelho 

Friendship is one mind in two bodies – Unknown

Photography :- Blue by Atmospherepix


My Shujaa

20th October is Shujaa Day in my beloved country, Kenya.

Shujaa is a Swahili word which simply means Hero.

Wikipedia defines a hero as follows “hero (masculine) or heroine (feminine) is a person or main character of a literary work who, in the face of danger, combats adversity through impressive feats ofingenuitybravery or strength, often sacrificing his or her own personal concerns for some greater good.”

Today, I remember and celebrate our countries heroes ,past and present, who sacrificed to make my life and my childrens life better today.

This got me thinking about the unsung heroes in my life. These are the people whom I interact with daily and they  leave a positive impact in my life. Through their lives ie how they do their thing , the rthymn of their lives, a word of encouragement, a smile, a window moment allowed into their lives, they inspire me to want better, be better, do better. They teach me how to appreciate who I am and my life as it is.

So I picked up my phone and called one of my unsung heroes to just say thank you for being my hero. I didn’t expect the response I got. They werew so buffled and shocked almost insulted that they forgot to say thank you . They forwarded me the above definition. This saddened me though I understood why because as humans we have forgotten how to love communally.

In my life today, a hero/heroine is anyone who inspires me or shines light in my life journey even though for a minute. You don’t have to go and win a war or movement for me ( No disrespect to heroes past and present who have achieved this).

Just to be a blessing to me is enough.

If we were to celebrate more of our daily unsung heroes/heroine’s ,the world would be filled with more love and a great sense of belonging/community. And what a wonderful place it would be.

Light someone’s world. Tell one unsung hero in your life today thank you.

Photography :- Colors of Love by Atmospherepix


The Rain

It is raining. 
I am cold and tired. I watch the raindrops slip down the window. I envy them. They are free in their purpose.

I slowly turn back to look at you. Your temple is sweaty and veins are popping out. The disappointment in your eyes, let alone your animated hands plunges the hurt deeper into my heart.  I hear your voice,  your beautiful sexy raspy voice , but I don’t listen to what you are saying because my heart ,my heart can’t take it anymore.

For a fleeting moment our eyes meet and I see the warmth of love and then your eyes harden again. You run your hands through your hair. Beautiful long strong hands. How I long to be embraced in your arms.

I wonder to myself is this it?  It dawns on me that passion is either way. You hunch over. Silence. Silence so loud my head can’t take it anymore.

I hold myself tight. To feel warmer. To feel less exposed. To feel stronger.

The rain pour pounds heavier , louder, harder and heavier against the window. My heart is heavy. I  watch as the rain drops glide faster down the window pane.I relax into the calm chaos of the gliding raindrops. I close my eyes and lose myself to the sound of the rain outside. Such peace. Such calm.

Silence. Heavy rain pour.

I don’t know how long I am in this moment. Ever so gently you embrace me. Warm ,musky, fresh, and woody minerals. I lose myself deeper into your embrace. 

You softly whisper close by my ear..I forgive you……

Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you – Colossians 3:13 NIV

Forgiveness is choosing to love. It is the first skill of self-giving love – MK Ghandi

Photo by  Webneel

My friend

Friendship is the freedom to be unashamedly  vulnerable and bare with you.

Friendship is showing up.

Friendship is a smile of assurance and admiration.

Friendship is a whisper of guidance and correction.

Friendship comes with a hug that melts all troubles even without speaking.

Friendship is my life journey that I share with you.

Friendship is silence that speaks happiness.

Friendship is  Love.

Friendship is loyal.

Friendship is Unconditional.

Friendship is Forgiveness.

I love you my dear friend

A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity.

Proverbs 17:17 NIV




You do not have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step…unknown

Change is the one thing that is constant in life.

Everyday, every moment change takes place depending on decisions made by us or for us or by events.

Recently, I realised that no matter how hard I try to keep certain aspects that I cherish of my life constant , change has an agenda before me. All my life from childhood, teens, all my adult life the one thing I must deal with is change. Don’t get me wrong some change is healthy.

I guess without change we would never realize our best and our weakest.

To embrace change without loosing focus of life, keep an open mind and a flexible heart. That way, you do not waste a lot of time resisting change but use time to understand it and make it work for you.

When the music changes, so does the dance – African Proverb



“It is not who you are that holds you back, it is who you think you are not”…….unknown

I read a statement early this week, around the same time when #mydressmychoice demonstrations were held in our beautiful Nairobi city,  that basically said that the woman is oppressed and abused because of how she is mentored in regards to her identity.

This maybe so in many communities that are still very traditional and hold on to only the negative part of traditions in regards to women. But, I believe there was a positive part of all our traditional cultures which have been conveniently forgotten. In the past, all communities co-existed in harmony and enjoyed a balance in the rhythm of how things were carried out.

I hold a more positive approach to this matter. Remember the famous saying “Charity begins at home”…..exactly.  Use your home, your work place, your extended family set up, your club, and the list is endless of platforms where you can make a difference for the future ie our daughters and sons and in the long run your community.

I say this,

Let us teach our girls to respect themselves, in doing so , the community at large will respect them. Let us teach our girls to dream and  be the best at whatever they set out to achieve in life. Let us teach our girls to be warm and loving in a respective manner, without this our world is in a precarious place. Let us teach our girls to accept only respect and dignity. Let us teach our girls to love and serve God.


Let us teach our sons that real men cultivate a culture of respect and integrity. Let us teach our sons that real men protect and mentor. Real men need God. Real men are visionary. Real men legacies are in the people and not things.

I will teach our girls to sit decently. I will teach our girls to dress decently.


I will tell our girls, You have a VOICE,  You MATTER, You BELONG, You are LOVED, You are CELEBRATED, You CAN.

“She is clothed with  STRENGTH and DIGNITY;  she  can LAUGH at the days to come ” …… Proverbs 31:25   (NIV)

“Don’t let your struggles become your identity”……unknown