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Nyayo House - Day 1

So nlisema na du better hii mwaka. Sa ju ya hio story I woke up one morning in January and decided, out of the blues, that I was gonna apply for a passport. Not that I had travel plans or anything, this was me deciding to put my faith into action, that something aligned to going abroad - or just within Africa - will one day come up. A girl can dream, yeah? Other than that, there's a friend who'd consistently been on my neck about this thing and even offered to pay. When that money ingiad my Mpesa, it mysteriously disappeared. Niliikula. I kulad it good , you guy! So yeah, the guilt worked me up, I decided it was time I took my greetings & needy self to the main house- the dreaded house - Nyayo House.  Here's how things went. Before planning the trip, lazima ufill the necessary application form on  e-citizen  at the immigration section from your account, a process which I find extremely convenient. I wonder what used to happen before ecitizen was a thing. You

Taking Stock

'Do Better' Every year I have a slogan that I come up with that guides and keeps me in check throughout the year. I have the phrase on my screen savers, phone and laptop. In 2018, I had ' positive vibes only ', this year my catch phrase is ' do better '. The reason I chose this phrase is because I've made mistakes that I don't want to ever repeat. I acknowledge them but haven't let them define who I am and who I get to be. 'Do better' means I forgive myself, pick a lesson and welcome gradual personal growth. Today I take stock in the most open, vulnerable and honest ways possible to me. Having a pretty high drive for working out lately. I love when my body is active. Spending time on a field running is among some of my best life moments! Other than it being a healing process, it's taste is like that of cold water flowing down your throat after a hectic hike or aimless walk on a desert - refreshing! I enrolled in a gym late last

I WANT TO BE A SHOPKEEPER

Growing up, one question every adult asked a kid was what they wanted to be when they grew up. I think people still ask that question, I do too sometimes - when making small talk with a child. Kids of nowadays can give answers ranging from Truck Driver, Artist, Singer, Tattoo Artist, DJ or any of these fancy careers and no parent would bat an eye. You wouldn't dare tell that to a parent who was alive when Freedom Fighters were in battle for Kenya's independence! ' The Kapenguria 6 weren't imprisoned for 7 years for a son of the soil to disclose their interest to pursue a career as a Dancer . Kwani umerogwa? !' If your answer wasn't among the countable 'respected careers' , folks of such times would come close to disowning you. Now, here's the answer I had to that question. The first answer, I gave when 'big people' asked, the other, I kept to myself. While in Std.4, my mum hired a fundi to make her a Kibanda . After the passing of my d