Miss Kangwato

(Part II): Recovery time The environment, not necessarily physical, that you spend a lot of time in can be a powerful modifier of your development, habits and/or behaviors. There are some things we do now as adults that result from how we see things being done in the environment that we are either currently live in, or the one we lived in before. I am finding it easy, as I get older, to note habits I developed from the environment I lived in as a child and teenager that have molded how I approach things. I lived in a children's home ( HHFL ) for some years and I think there are things I do to date that I picked from that environment. U ntil about 3 years ago I used to say that HHFL was situated in a  ghetto  but now that I know what a real ghetto looks like,   Lenana  in general isn't even a  ghetto ghetto  if you ask me,  hehe.  When an orphaned kid in a children's home gets into trouble while playing and maybe breaks a bone, her first instinct is to hide the injury and le

(Part I): Metatarsal Fracture I like to be identified as a storyteller but sometimes I don't have stories to tell. Other times I have plenty to tell and write but they are too personal to put on here. I know this is known to be a 'personal blog' but everything I write here is accessible to everyone and maybe there's folk that get entertained reading them, or perhaps some inspiration; I'd like to imagine that I somehow inspire someone out there😇. Lakini I'm very open hapa and some of my posts are very raw and I like that because real & raw's become quite scarce nowadays.  Who do I write for anyway? I  write for the few of us who still think bloggers and blogging hasn't become extinct. I write for the people who still feel there's some good untold stories that are 'carelessly' told in blogs that are not too popular. I write for the group of individuals who like coming across kienyeji stories that are full of typos but still make sense.