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The Rogue man!

Rogue is definitely the right word to use here. First, because this story should have been written six months ago. Today is right to write¹ nevertheless, the "rogueness'" (You know what? I can be sorry to English later) continued. I think I am just rogue. Absolutely abnormal in my own terms. Today, we got back from the church as usual. My man started the disturbance spree right from church. He didn't wanna sleep, murmurs, screams, squishes, joyful and sad sounds. That's B for you when he wants. He slept for a bit but woke up once we got to the house. My week was long. I traveled to Nairobi on Wednesday and didn't sleep or rest. Went for an event on Thursday and traveled back that same evening. I got to Mtwapa on Friday, rested for a few hours, and went to Kilifi. Merime ( www.merimespace.co.ke ) needed me. It's been a week! I am still tired by the way and all I wanted after church was to sleep. It's not that obvious or easy these days. The Man B is

Kuna Nuru gizani

That title reminds me of pastor Pius Mwiru of that title (If you got it, please comment) Laughing. I was young then and we would listen to how there's light in darkness. I am still young by the way, joining the third floor next month. Please prepare gifts and don't make me divert to that! How now? I am asking myself the same question. If you giggled, you got the answer. If you did not, HATER!!! Gifts please! That's similar to my niece's story. For context (that I don't like to give and you will leave me alone)...she's my cousin's daughter. I have no idea how she came to live with us several years ago when she was only five or so. I should ask my parents that question. Maybe the answer is with God, I will ask them anyway. She started kindergarten while already living with us and went all the way to class eight. She's an average student that in my opinion can be slow. She got good marks in her KCPE. She qualified to join high school. Her parents seemed ex

Celebrating Women

Happy International Women's Day. As the whole world celebrates women, I would like to celebrate the women in my life. This day is very personal to me - personal because I have a wife, a mother, sisters, friends and daughters (this is personal at an extreme level, don't make me start on it), my double Ts. Whether we agree or not, whether we like it or not, our lives revolve around women. I mean, we were born, right? For some of us, it's so much more. I grew up with and around my mother and sisters. Almost everything I learned and have become has so much to do with them. Mostly my mother - can I tell you a little sad story? I assume that's a yes...I can force issues too 🙄🙄. Last week, my good friend lost his mother and as I was there with him laying her to rest, I felt a strong hatred for the day I will lose my mother. In my mind, I started to think how it will feel and my body just shut my mind down - because I don't want to imagine it. That's how much that w

The journey at 7 miles

They say that a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step. We took the first step at the beginning of November 2020. Don't ask why only 7 miles. Just let me tell you. I love number 7, it signifies completion and our establishment phase is complete. The journey has been real. Hardwork, grit, pressure, lows, highs, good and bad times. All of it speak of the journey. We started with two team members. We have grown to seven team members. We started without an office and now we have an amazing space where the team sits and we are still able to offer nine workstations for people who need space to work from. Our first sale was Kes. 2,500 and now our sales are so much more in a month. We didn't have any structures at the beginning. Now we have well formed structures. We only did websites and now we have an array of services and even more exciting we have three working software solutions: A property advertising and management system, an Event planning and items hiring system w

Tells of the best of Women

Our very first Date I have known this woman for the past 7 years, I have dated her for the past two years and I have been married to her for the past one year, four months and thirteen day, ( don't be fooled, I sort the help of a calculator and minutes of thinking) If you would like to meet an incredible woman, you should absolutely meet her. If you want to meet a smart and beautiful woman, you need to meet my wife. If you want to meet a flawed woman, damn right, you should look for her. If you want to meet a loyal and loving woman, my Eve should be your next meet. Every additional year she gets becomes first a gracious gift to me then to her. Don't get me wrong, it's just that she takes care of me more than she takes care of herself. This is her second birthday we are celebrating in Kilifi. The first was just a week after we had moved here from Nairobi. We just had a small "Fayaz" cake (I didn't even put a sad face, it was a terrible cake) with our very

All the way to Twenty Seven

I know there are so many stories out there, stories about success, about love, about escape, about everything you can imagine. But this is my story. The story of village boy who became so much and is still becoming. I am turning 27 today and I can't even understand how fast I got here. Then I looked at my graduation photo hanged in our house and it all came rushing and I couldn't hold the tears. If it were not for God, let Andrew say. If it were not for God! I was born in a small village called Kizingo in Dida, Ganze sub-county. Being born fourth but the first son is great but not so great! I grew up mostly with my three sisters and mum - you know this story already if you read my blog. I don't wanna talk about that today. Growing up, there was no exposure whatsoever. The furthest I went was my father's place in Bombolulu - Mombasa. Nothing much there apart from playing in that house with kina Tatu and Mariam and sometimes go to the highway to watch vehicles pass and