His Worship Athanas!

I am somewhere close to three decades old.I have always grown inseparable with this man.Some other time i want to say i'm mature enough to assume it.but that kasmall voice never stops nagging me.Yes that is me and my dad.I celebrate this man.Mr Athanas.

I am born sandwiched amongst dudes,two brothers before two brothers after me.I got two other sisters who came later,Shout out to mom,you are a strong woman.Back to dad,this man has always been the best friend and the only person i can call to listen to.When i call you it is because i wanna tell you something.If you got anything to tell me,make that call.but not with this man.You call him and he starts preaching to you on the phone.i want to tell him "Daddy the international call airtime thins my wallet down".But i cant,i listen attentively with a yes or an amen after the statements until he does finish.

Growing up was interesting.I remember dad beating me once with a slipper(i think i was in class three).I had left with this girl to their hotel in the market after school(who could resist mandazi offer who).

the other time our relationship was corroded i was in class five.I had this long hair that had to be maintained.Mom wasn't good at making the cornrows so i had to get the best in the village.It used to take like the whole Sunday after church hence no time to do home work.I had never seen position five and above since joining school.Always was on the three top best.Dad has archived those report forms since class one.So this one time i was position five and his Lordship felt it was the lack of concentration and the hair thing.He called me up,with this sternness of you dare not say no.He took the the scissors and cut one row from ma forehead to the end.he then gave me thirty bob to go and shave at the barbers.Shaving was ten bob i suspect the twenty bob was to tell me,"I did it out of love my dear daughter".I went got the hair shaved off came back home and started crying.i cried even in my sleep.

Those years in high school when feel you are big enough to make friends ooh the Old boy(this is with all due respect) was tough on me.During vacations i would want to visit school mates back in the village across the river.The Old boy had his word.I was only allowed to leave if i were to go with Junior.See,Junior is my little cousin.He was in lower primary when i was in high school.That innocent age with the inquisitive eye,the one able to give an account of every detail from once we left,whom we met on the road,what we ate and when we left the other end.Yes that was my handbag.Poor junior, sorry for the moments you were forced to stop playing with your rag foot ball to follow me up.sorry for the times you sat sheepishly as we gossiped about teachers at school.There was a curfew no getting home past six,i tried,easy man easy,never was i on trouble for this.

His worship was/is the mayor of his house.And he  personally was/is a clean man.He used wear from Sir Henry's and his cologne was My Only Man.Though back  in the village now,until today he takes a bath twice a day .He is always smart and clean.Dad has never left home even to go to the nearest shopping market in flip flops.He has his shoes on.

He is a strong Christian, he wakes up every day at 6.30am.He does his bible reading,meditation and prayers till seven then he can join for breakfast.He never gets late for church,ask his wife how many times she has been left behind if she is slow on preparation to church,hehe!

The other day my baby sister went to the village.She couldn't manage dads curfews she told her brother and all he could say "ask kaschana(that is how they call me hehe!) how to become friends with him.

I pray to God that you have great health.That you may leave to see your great great grand children.

Getting the Cobwebs off~ Lonely

I have not blogged in a whole month plus,there are reasons,moving on.
Yesterday a friend working on another Island came visiting.He was so early that he woke me from my sleep.He called on my phone that i should throw him the keys that he may open the gate.I'm a member of #teamnudists so i told him to give me a few minutes as i go  get a robe to throw over my body.I looked down expecting him to be standing next to the gate but i didn't see him,i dragged my sleepy ass down to open the gate.As we walked up the stairs he confined to me that he had gotten himself some potential chips-funga hence he is coming to root his game and strategize on when to spring in to action.I wished him luck.I walked straight to my bedroom and he made himself comfortable in the living room.I wanted to catch some two hours sleep but my Kenyan culture couldn't let me be.He is your guest make him comfortable,that ka-voice kept nagging me.

So i went to the kitchen prepared breakfast and we ate.We chatted for a few hours then he told me that we should leave the house and take a stroll in town.I knew his chips-funga was working till one o'clock and he had an hour or two more to wait.I told him i aint the type to go to town aimlessly tena not Victoria.(close to all shops are closed on Sunday.Yeah that is our style action six days a week,even the bible says rest on the seventh day.I hate this with all the passion).Forget about their laziness,wakisota watafanya job

Back to my friend,it was around eleven when he managed to convince me that i had a life outside tweeting and movies.I took a bath and off we left.On getting down i was heading to the bus stop but he insisted we stand next to the house.In less than a few minutes  a jeep came,he made a joke to the dude on offering us a lift to town.I had met the dude briefly once but i wasn't recollecting.So anyway my friend ,of course had to be a gentle man,opened the door for me and we left for Victoria.I got two males here.Lemmie call them Jack and Mark to manage the hes(Jack shall remain my friend and Mark is the latter)>tuendelee.Mark Suggested that we go for some stroll drive to a new housing project that was being built on some reclaimed land.(Kenya watch out we might be borrowing salt from malindi soon :-).The place is awesome and that project is cool.I wouldn't mind if my employer got me a house there,no on a second thought no, it is far from mashinani office.We drove slowly listening to some nice techno(I shall borrow that for my training sessions).In less than 15 mins our excursion/tour was over and we drove back to town.Jack asked Mark if he had another pace in mind that we would go and kill time,i checked my watch it was close to half an hour to one,at least he was gonna be in time to meet his date.Mark suggested we go to the Jetty>i love this spot too.watching from the bay as lovers race on motor boats ,if its time for CatCoco you get a chance to see it docking and all.But my best is just watching the sea waves,fish popping up to grab whatever they can catch.That relaxes my mind completely.I wish i had a chance,i would do it daily and especially after a effed up day.We drove there and remained there for close to the twenty five minutes.Jack and mark got out of the car and went ahead to chat.I am not that type of a girl.It takes me sometime  to feel free.I remained in the car and again I was on twitter.They came back and we left.Going back Jack asked me if i were to accompany him,Hell no,thanks for the offer,go alone.Mark said he didn't have any business in town so we drove back with him.We drove talking sparingly each lost in his /her world.He dropped me home and went to his place.

an hour later Jack calls and said he is on his way back so i should count him in for lunch.I no cook on Sunday  daytime.I told him that my microwave shall be his best ally.There was enough and more in the fridge.Yeah that  is how i manage my Sundays and my lazy days in.He came in and chose to make some ugali..There was enough beef and steamed cabbage.While at the table he started asking me about Mark i told him that we never talked much on our way back.He was like my dear sister I'm trying to save you from starving,Sitchoassdown.I never told him I wanted a boyfriend and more so I'm sure if i wanted one i would get without his help.I told him to drop the topic.That was an epic one.Long story short Jack left for his destination Island but he believes that Mark is the right man  for me.Keep believing brother keep believing!

Open Letter to Dysmenorrhea

I am writing this with a hot water bottle tucked in safely and adoringly on my back.It's been a decade plus since you checked in "uninvited" with you relative menorrhagia.Thanks so much menorrhagia for realizing you were never entertained thus you left in peace.I shall never forgive you for the number of times you embarrassed me!
Back to you dysshit.....For crying out loud why you no leave me alone.The drama you have put me through is  enough.If you have forgotten Lemmie remind you.Until today every other place i have been school or/and work place everybody close to me must know when you are around.You are such a bitch for me to pretend tis nothing happening!
I was once down with this bitch,i had moved into my own self confused house and was staying with my young cousin.A bigger cousin was jealous and told my mom we were becoming bad girls and i was having such issues because i was using the fp pills.Mom wanted to deny but she couldn't.Then this dysmenorrhea walked in and pitched a tent while mom had come to check on what was brewing with her girls.I had just come from work,taken a bath and walked to another friend's house.I was feeling ill and i wouldn't entertain such a discussion.First and foremost i knew it was all woven lies!No one was worth my airtime!Yeah thats me!So I was in this dude's place,pretending to be laughing with them while the Redyiculass(sp) was airing,then it became worse.I excused my self and walked back to my house.That 20m walk was the longest.I struggled to get to my house.I threw my self on the bed once i got in,drew a bucket and there i was vomiting like a pregnant woman on her morning sickness tants.Everybody in the house was astonished.It was bad.I started sweating profusely.I was done with the vomiting and i told my mom what was happening.
 Mom called our elder brother who was staying a few meters away that they take me to the hospital.They tried to help me stand now it was bad and i couldn't walk on my own.Bro said "it shall be well kaschana I got you"That was the last thing i remember.I ko ed(passed out) on his arms.
I woke up lying on an hospital bed with a drip on my hand,bro was on my side.Besides being siblings our love is immense.He called on me and we started talking.The doc walked in.He asked how i was feeling i told him better.Then he said he had to give me another jab on my backside.Bro excused himself then this Doc made this apology!"all this long i thought you were her boyfriend."Stupid doc,na venye tunafanana na bro.Mscheeew!He gave me the jab and after 30 mins when the drip was done i could walk home.Mom was silent,i thought she felt sorry for believing the things my big cousin had told her.She asked softly "is it this bad"i only nodded.When we got home i asked them what the doc had told them.He said it's never gonna go until i get a baby.mehn!a baby at my age!.I hated on him.
Two years later, walking with this bitch month after month,i met a dude who was a nurse.He advised me on going for some cervical stenosis checks and at Mp Shah I got some bit of help though secretly because mom had said this can cause me not to have a baby in future.It was better for two years but now dysshit is back with a bang,too bad i got pains even while ovulating,si jokes.Doctors here say it might be the change of climate but I swear for whatever reason fall out BITCH!

Yours

Tired,frusrtated and mad!

Scars-Random

I have never thought of telling it out until a 3year old gal noticed it this weekend.This happened to me when i was small.Mom had sent me to Dandora to stay with my auntie since she thought i was lonely and I appreciated girl company,which i never and have never felt.I don't blame them for squeezing me among the dudes,i have loved that position.My Auntie is a mother of around 6 gals,then she had four.
That early morning she woke up and left for the shop to grab some breakfast.Her youngest gal had woken and she told me and one of her daughter,my age,to keep a look after her.We were in the living room playing and we forgot about her(baby) immediately the mom banged the door behind her.A thud reminded us of the baby we were supposed to take care of.She was learning how to crawl and she fell from the bed.Her deafening shrill,made the mom run up the stairs like the house was on fire.I had gotten the baby by the time she entered.She picked on me with all the range and said in kao "niuvunya wonasie muemeu malanga"[i shall make sure i pinch you hard that you shall show your husband the scars].True she kept her word.Yes i got the scars.Five is the oldest i could have been and I got the  ugly scars on my thighs more than 20 years later!
The problem is that i couldn't tell mom what happened to me when i returned home for i felt guilty that the baby had fallen.Thank God it was holidays and i was picked from my Auntie's because we were travelling to the village.A custom mom kept all that long-holidays were spent in the village.Those ones of wataharibikia town,were the sentiments of the old folks back in the village.All the same,i loved the village experience.
So it happened when we went to fetch water at Athi River with this old cucu,(those family ties-Her hubby is my grandpas brother),she insisted on washing me because it was hot and i was walking awkwardly,what do you expect with friction and wounds!The old woman cursed.Sorry,I cant write that kao.She asked me what happened and then i had to tell her.On getting home i knew another fight was awaiting me.I couldn't tell if it is because i fell the baby or i kept mum when i was hurting!
I pleaded with  her not to tell mom but she couldn't listen.Thank God when we got home her anger was lower and she felt my fears,she didn't quarrel mom and she told her that it was nice of her (mom)if she didn't react with pain on me!Mom heeded,she called me and talked to me softly,she assured me of her love and whatever it was,i should have said.I cried for having her feel my pain when all along i thought she was going to condemn me!My wounds were taken care of but the scars are there.Mom swore never to sent me to the Auntie's and i assured her that i loved and appreciated the love of my four brothers than the love of my girl cousins she had sent me to!

So I was in my bikini this weekend and my friend's 3year old gal saw them.

Scared a bit

In less than a month's time ,this country will be going for elections.The campaigns have been done for quite some time in the mass media.Since i heard of the elections,I have been waiting for those pick-ups and loud music,our style.I have been expecting the Kibaki Tena /Raila Tosha tees and caps to be given out during those campaigns.Nothing of this sort has happened so far until yesterday.

Last evening I was out on my evening walk when i saw this truck on the road.They were hosting mini billboards for the opposition party.I walked past them with less interest.Today in the morning,on my way to work i saw the whole highway was donned with either the opposition or the ruling party bill boards.

I engaged on a small talk with a local and she said "this time I'm scared I don't want to go out until she(read it ) is finished.The people get violent and start to fight".(The memories of Pev flashed like it was yesterday.I remember K24 was under construction then and it brought the dare not show pictures).Big up to @koinangejeff and the entire crew! God forbid!I mumbled quietly.

  Then I got to my work station,we are a group of five Kenyans.They too expressed their fears.This is because we interact with these people who refer to us as kouyons(read African expatriates).The hatred is bad only that they look for such a opportunities to vent it out.We love you and we are here to help each other grow!As in you and me!

We are just hoping and praying hard that they shall do their elections in peace and may the winning party take it all.Peace to all is all i can preach!Peace!

[I took time to post this since i was anticipating for the big day.Voting done.The rulling party has taken it again.Mr president held an inauguration on the Tuesday,this week.He won with one big difference and the partying and the motorcade was maad.These people love presidan Michel if it wasn't for the show off.The whole weekend was merry with red everywhere.It cost me two days sleep though.Well work well done.Congrats Presidan Michel and may you lead the country in the best ways of God!]If there were any chances of violence they were minor.That is so great.

Catcoco experience

  If you happen to suffer from motion sickness,the likes who puke when travelling for long distances,you can feel me.I cant forget my trip to Praslin.
  [Intro].Praslin is the second largest Island of  Seychelles.It has a small population of around 6500people(not so exact).It is an hour away from main island Mahe if going on boat and only 15 mins on airplane  if you don't want to experience the boat.
  I did the boat,for the love of experience,huh,i bet.We boarded with another gal(was a good friend then),at the jetty port,Mahe.The Catcocos are cute.Feels like an aircraft once inside.We secured our place on the middle row.She advised me that on the middle row the impact of the  motion is less.The boat disembarked  and off we were gone.I loved it till we had done like 30 mins.The remaining 30 mins felt like eternity.
  Before we left home,this gal had advised me not to eat anything.It was better on an empty stomach.Thank heavens i heeded to her advice.Motion sickness hit on me like real hard.I felt like ma whole intestine system was been pulled out via my mouth.I wanted to throw up but it was only foam.The attendants drew me outside,with a breathing bag up on my face,I thought I was gonna die. Standing outside and breathing the salty moisty air of the sea made brought me back again.I felt better but couldn't go inside the boat.We did the rest of the remaining distance and i was so anticipating to get off the boat.

A female coco de mer

I met my friend waiting for me at the jetty port,Praslin.We offered my friend a lift but she declined and said she was gonna be picked.I bade her bye and we promised to keep in touch while in Praslin and meet the following day for out return leg to Mahe.When we got home,my freind brew me some lemon tea,took it and slept for a few hours.When I woke i was feeling good and ready to rock the place.It is a lovely place and the people there are friendlier.I saw the coco de mer trees and seeds(God is crazy a times-google search the pictures).They are protected I couldnt get one *too bad.*(cant get a pic of the male one)
Bottom line I loved the Praslin experience,did the boat on my return trip.Spent a whole week after the trip feeling like  a pregnant woman in her first trimester.I suffered morning sickness whole day sickness for a whole week.I wouldn't mind going back to Praslin but this time Air Seychelles shall be my ally.

That's a female coco de mer seed

So Random

  Before i start ranting,the views expressed here are based on "in my books".Last week at the gym i was met with contradicting episodes.There is this mama who brought her son,guess he is in his early teens.The boy is obese and i appreciate the mom for realizing that she had to do something for her son.They say if you see a thirteen year old who is obese,the mom deserves a slap on the a** but if you see a thirty year old who is obese then (s)he deserves a slap on the a**.

   I give her( the boys mom) a pass because she should have been keen on good health since day one.Now the boy is big she is pushing him on treadmill,wololo!all the best to him.I saw him once hope tis our sessions which aren't coinciding but I pray that he didn't quit because his body need this effing exercise.
  The other scenario which is still disturbing in my mind,this mama walked in with a six year old,yes ready to train,she(the six year old is a frequenter because she know s how to operate the treadmill and the bike on her own.They did the escalator together then the six year old headed for the bike.She hit on the burn fat button (poor bones) for 10mins.That time I was doing the escalator en i watched her as she paddled her bike.I thought of the anorexic conditions that many teen suffer from*i'm slightly over being a teen:-).I was left wondering if this baby grew up and became anorexia,God forbid,wont be the mother be the one to blame.It's good that children should live healthy lives but they should train in children's gym where the equipment have been designed for them
  This reminded me of an episode I watched on Tyra Banks show of how children become obsessed to an extend of hating on their bodies at even below 10years old.I realized why she shed tears while she was talking to them.I hope this mama will realize what is good for her baby before tis too late.
Nuff of this ranting *munches on a crispy cold piece of red apple*

Moyenne Island

Moyenne Island is to the North Coast  of Mahe.It is small almost a kilometer big.It is owned by an English newspaper editor Brendon Grishaw who bought it in the 1970s.Our guide told us that he(Brendon) found  graves there of unknown people and he believed there were treasures.He wanted to explore it and find them on his own, but until today he hasn't found any.

 Brendon is the only inhabitant in the Island.He keeps giant toortoises and the island has all its flora and fauna natural.We fed the agualife with bread when we got to the marine national park.They have a craving for the loaf.The coral-reefs were so beautiful,my camera couldn;t zoom them clearly enaf and the water vicinity coulnt allow a nice shot.Disembarking was again somewhere near the cliff,we got wet but we were happy.

We were astonished by the giant tortoises in the place.I  had a chance to get friendly with one as i sipped my welcoming drinkWe played around with them before we embarked on the  excursion. We followed our guide as she explained all about the tortoises.I learned the males have a concave chest bone while the females have a flat one.
After that we parted ways:those who were going snorkeling left while the rest continued with the nature walk.We opted for the walk*did i hear somebody say water phobia*.We  walked round the whole island and hungry were us after the almost kilometer walk round a not marked forest.We settled at a site on the sand beaches took our bites and swam as we waited for lunch.
 Lunch was served,it was delicious.My best was the dessert;lemon grass tea with a piece of cake.We had like two hours before embarking on our return leg.We headed for swimming while most of the group chose sun tanning!How could we tan!(Alek Wek is my competition),we were the only four Africans #noracist in the group.

Ma bff from Ghana

Everything was fun,thanks to the low tide the boat couldn't even near the cliff and we had to be helped by small motor boats to get to the main boat.We left for Mahe satisfied and happy,till next time another Island.

Cerf Island Excursion

  Since I love travelling and visiting places I shall share about these experiences first.Cerf Island is a 15 minutes boat ride from the main Island Mahe.We chose to go there with a few of my buddies.Sunday was the only convenient day for all of us.
 A friend *yve made the reservations for a lunch buffet since we couldn't do dinner(they got only one boat that leaves for Mahe at 4.00pm).She made a mistake of not enquiring about the activities to do  there.
we were set for our trip though.
 Our drama started when we were disembarking,the small boat couldn't go completely off the waters.Disembarking was in the shallow waters near the edge,we weren't dressed for such. *durama*i wont share the pics(pardon me).
 On getting to the hotel there was a nice swimming pool,we didn't bring with us our swimming costumes,*woiyee* we were feeling conned.we lay lazily on the beach sofas admiring the sea and looking at those who were ready for the excursion enjoy themselves.
 We enjoyed our lunch buffet .Sampled the Seychelles dishes and we loved it.They have a liking for spiced food and periperi is their best friend in the kitchen.
  We took a walk on the beach just to pass time.Thank heavens our company were tourists who requested to leave early to the main island.We accepted to leave with them 30 mins before departure time.
  We loved it and we learnt our lesson.

A change is awesome!

  Thanks to a parcel i was sent by my old man(papa),that i chose to start this blog.It was a picture of himself while he was away in Iraq working to see the best of us his children.It made me realize that I got to keep a memory of all that i do for the future.
I'm writing this with great hopes that it shall remain even after i'm gone.Papa's picture made me appreciate the changes and all that is around me to make things work out.If he managed in Saddam's land I shall too make it.
  As I write this i'm in an office in the remote place of Aux Cap,Mahe Island, Seychelles.I cant compare this with the environment back in the country. I surely  believe that my presence shall be felt in the company.I hope I shall leave a remarkable mark that wont vanish once i return back to my beloved country.
  I appreciate the changes and i'm loving it all.It is a wrap!