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Reflections: #You've Captured My Heart

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  Its Saturday morning The sun is up and as I sit in our living room I can feel the sun rays on my face I look at you and I think to myself how fast time flies It looks like just yesterday when we came with you from the hospital It's now six months and you can sit  You have four teeth protruding from your gums Your smile is adorable In my mind, I think of the sounds and silence of a mother's love It contains a lot of richness and it's from the heart, the family is God's idea and part of His loving plan for humanity to nurture each other to inspire and encourage one another Babies have a way of making us embrace life rather than shrink away from what life has to offer Today is your Christening, You playfully feed, bathe and we dress you You look as Angelic as your smile We head to Church  We are early for mass, we wait for a few more minutes and Mass starts We are joined by your lovely godmother and I thank God for her I see her carrying the candles, I realise I forgot t

Dear Younger Self: Hey Spencer!

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  Dear Young Spencer, I am more than excited to write this letter to you. Many days have passed since I last wrote to you and though I had made a promise to keep writing, times and seasons have not allowed. I have experienced a lot in both joy and sorrow, and I hope that this letter will serve to you as a reminder of the victory that awaits you ahead. I took a walk today and as I passed by a group of people at the bus stop; a certain familiar fragrance filled my nostrils. It brought memories upon memories about you and I could even bet that you are wearing that perfume right now. I know you enjoy that scent so much, not because of how hard you saved your high school pocket money to afford it, but because it was the first thing that spoke about you finally getting to adulthood. And isn’t that what you longed for all along? In a few years, you will experience the world of more, and you will realize that the world is not in short supply of amazing fragrances. Now that we are speakin

Dear Younger Me: My Hero!

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 I t's one thing to have both parents and another when they are there for you. Sometimes I wonder why those who really never got to meet their daddy, try to find him when some of us really wished we had our mums alone. This is mean I know!! But I hoped it would be so as I grew up. Not anymore though. When people talk about their dads and what they've done for them, I'm mostly quiet thinking about the ugly moments I went through, or, silently praying that if I get married someday, my babies will have a daddy who is there for them. For this reason;  Dear younger self,  You will forever be my superhero: From being mistreated by your own aunty at a tender age of five after your parents separated and you were left behind; to facing a gazillion of false accusations some that were so unrealistic from that same aunty, life must have been so difficult. At only 17, things got tough between your parents and they separated again, this time it was uglier, you were nursing kidney issues

Dear younger me: Hearken to this!

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  A letter to a 17-year-old me Dear Evey, Congratulations on turning 17, finishing high school, and waiting to join a reputable university. You have done well!  I know high school was such a fun experience for you: the life-long friends you have made, you excelled in whatever you put your mind to in your studies, the mantras you lived by: ‘ It is never that serious ’ and ‘ Que sera, sera ,’ got you through the difficult subjects, and beyond that, you had an exciting time discovering yourself through co-curricular activities like dancing. I should add that these mantras will change, eventually. Ha!  Evey, you have four months before joining University. Please hearken to this: Salvation is not what the church sold to you. Honey, I know you served in the Christian Union (CU) as the prayer secretary, but do not fool yourself that you are born again. I do not blame you, though. You just don’t understand the meaning of salvation, yet! All along, salvation was taught and explained as ‘praying

My Story: A Question Of Identity

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As I write my life story, I wear my heart on my sleeve and talk about my battle with an  identity crisis brought about by inferiority complex and poor self-image as well as my journey toward embracing my true identity and cultivating a healthier self-image.  Growing up I had a skin condition which resulted in rashes and pimples all over my body.  Herbal medicine was the craze and the self-professed herbal doctors recommended I take some green juice that was so bitter  and sour  that even s everal tablespoons of honey did nothing to sweeten it and with a smell so nauseating that accompanied it . Unknowingly this skin disease was taking a toll on my self-image and esteem.  During my high-school days, I had to take two vehicles; one to ferry me from my home town to a bus stop at Limuru and another from Limuru town to my high school. There's this one time as I was going back to school during Opening Day, I got off the bus at the Limuru stage and one man seated at the stage made an a

Dear Younger Me: Listen Boy!

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D ear younger self, Life is a journey so they say and every step is valuable. The beauty of life lies in living each step at a time.  I never thought I'd write a letter to you. Never crossed my mind.  What I  saw in my mind was a great future ahead for you. Not that it has died, but I never realized the process that would be involved.  I wish I was there early enough to share these words of wisdom with you. If only life were like a movie, I'd rewind and react scenes to make sure it better. But what would be its beauty?   Love yourself boy. Nobody will ever love you more than you can love yourself and you'll only love people to the extent you love yourself. Never wait for somebody to tell you that you're handsome, that you're loved, that you're able and capable. You have to constantly tell yourself that. Every morning as you dress, look into that mirror and tell yourself you're the best version of you. Treat yourself better. Take time out. Travel. Take yours

Dear younger me: LEOPARD IN THE SNOW.

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Hey you! It’s me [you 14years from now].To be honest, not so much of you has changed in me. Yes, we still laugh at everything and anything. It’s a peal of cackling laughter. Just in case you think, it’s not me, I have titled this letter leopard in the snow. Yes, it’s still one of my all-time favourite books(our reading cultures never stops). Another thing that has not changed, well I know you just shed off some serious 30Kgs, but trust me, I do not know where it’s going to come from, but the weight will be back. And you will have some serious curves to go with it, and you are going to enjoy every aspect of your body. Yes, our doughnut will still be there. I’m mentioning weight here, because before I forget: when you will meet a guy called William: Turn-down his advances. It won't end well, he will want you to lose the weight. Yes,  utakua kichwa ngumu, and you will choose your happiness over him. I’m only going to tell you about this one guy because it is the one friendship I