Weird Facts...

I shall go ahead and incriminate myself.

4. I could not take milk for the longest time. Even a cup that had had milk in it could not come into contact with my lips. I have finally outgrown that phase.

5. I have the strong temptation to walk over cars that I find in my path, y'know step on the bonnet, windscreen, roof and jump off on the other side instead of walking round it.

6. For the first seven years in my life I did not know that beef came from cows. I would walk with my mom to the butchery and refuse to get inside because in my head I thought they would cut a slice of her. And I found it so brave of her to be sacrificing a part of her flesh for us to feed on swearing never to have children if I had to do the same. Children live in a world of their own and as you can see mine was my own. *smile* I do not know how I finally discovered the truth.
I still never have and cannot slaughter a chicken, I would have mercy on it letting it walk away, thank God for Kenchic.

Hope I did that tag some justice. Everyone has been tagged I think...

Beginning of the End

The first six months of this year has seen an end to many things as far as my life is concerned.

All pointing towards the need to change, the oh-so gentle nudge to take that decisive step and the looming threat that if I do not, the next shove will not be within a mile of being gentle.

I've had to change. Lots. I think I like it though it will take a bit of getting used to.

I'm terrified. The temptation to check into my bed with a Do Not Disturb sign outside is very strong most of the times.

But am still here. Holding on.
Like learning to walk in six inch heels. That's how it feels.
Especially with an admirer watching. I cannot afford to trip.

Most of the things I had thought were cast in stone crumbled on contact with my fingers.
A nasty surprise it has been.
But am still here. Holding on.

Thank you again, for everything.

Tagging Self ...& Daddy

I have waited for everyone to do their tags and no one remembered to tag me. (not that I have seen...)

So here goes

Post six weird facts/habits about yourself.

These cannot be used against you later on. Mighty glad for this bit.

1. I cannot handle that white foamy material that is used for packing delicate things, electronics and stuff (sorry I have no idea what it is called if you do help me out you would find it around your PC or laptop after you open the box) without breaking into goose bumps from head to toe. I have no idea why this happens so I mostly have to ask for help when unpacking.
2. I do not like anyone handling my hair, you know the way you would sit together with others to oil, braid etc I only have that done at the salon or I do it myself. The crunch comes when the braids have to come off, some of the time I have to ask for help and this is thrown in my face.
3. I love eating chapatti dough, before it is cooked. That got me chased out of the kitchen several times because I would pinch an eat as we are cooking with someone else, thank god I can now do it safely without repercussions though I hope my children will not think it is food.

The other three would incriminate me so I get a reprieve, no?

It is daddy'’s day this weekend and mighty glad to appreciate that man who made who I am now. A few things I remember about him;

• Walking me to school when we had to get in early, I was in class 8. The teacher on duty would beat the people who came in late furiously with the explanation '‘if a grown up can take it upon himself to be here at 6.00 am why on earth were the rest of you sleeping?'
• He would carry us on his shoulders and I would chew his hair, no idea why I did that but the scent of Vaseline Hair Oil is one I associate with happy times.

One of the most difficult things for me to deal with is that he is getting old, the roles being reversed with me having to look out for him. Just the other day he was the one holding my hand as we crossed the road ...of late I find myself telling him to wait. I cannot forget the way he keeps telling me every time I see him that he does expect me to be happy, and if for any reason the world out there treats me badly there is always a place for me in his home. I think that is a message women would need to hear from their fathers especially those who are persevering in broken homes with broken bodies and souls for the sake of being married.

Happy Daddy'’s Day to you!

Puzzle

Why on earth would anyone want to iron their breasts?
Hasn't there been enough damage to the female body yet?

All Over ...

The last I heard the total world population was around 6 billion. I stand to be corrected though because the Daily Nation has 30 billion football fans that will be glued to their screens today.

I've noticed of late that the dailies are making glaring mistakes like this one e.g. calling the infamous "“La Nina"” "“La Lina"” , manager spelt manger to mention just a few; doesn'’t anyone proof read them anymore?

I am often stopped in the street to help, give directions etc. On a given day if I spend an hour about town I will have been stopped twice or so, depending on the time of the day. Been reliably informed that I look helpful and kind.
This is true up to a point. The same people would be surprised to know that I have never dropped any currency of any amount into a begging bowl not matter how hard the bearer pleads with me.
Earlier on I used to do this because I could clearly see s/he had more money that I had.
Now it is because it seems to be booming business for con men. I was once amused to watch a man I had earlier in the day told to go to hell come up to me for the second time with his badly weaved tale asking for help. And proceeded to tell him there are a limited number of times a human being can die at the hospital (or anywhere else for that matter). If whoever it is had just died at 8.00 am in the morning how come they have "just"” died again at 6.00 pm in the evening and many days later.
Having a very good memory of faces, I can point out a number of them cons in the street. Fortunately, they are not very creative with their con stories though and one I know had been asking for bus fare at bus stops for the last 5 years.

Other requests for help are rather complicated. Like the man who told me he has just won KES 25,000.00 in the Kenya Charity Sweepstake. He had gone to their office to claim his money and was told he had to have an Natioal ID card to have the payment processed. As he did not have an ID, someone at KCS offered his own on condition that they share the loot 50:50. I had no idea how to help him and told him to go to the head office. I hope he got his money.

I read somewhere a while back that we are sent to earth in order to learn a few lessons. The most recurrent module that has been repeating itself to me is “Let go and let God”. It keeps getting louder but has been the harder of the many I have to do. Because when I do, the right things that I could only hope for when I had wrenched control from Him fall into place.


Keep smiling.

image courtesy of itsablackthang.com

My faithful servant and companion for the last three years has taken a bow leaving me hanging.
Any suggestions for a replacement?
Pointers
I am not a gadget freak
it has to be strong; this one took a tumble or ten off the bed, a thorough beating from little hands now and then but functional till the last minute.
No way in hell am spending a fortune on a phone.
I cannot explain why am feeling sad though :(...