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My family and I had the time of our lives during our visit to Thailand. I just want to share our experience for anyone who is considering a similar trip. We spent 5 days in Phuket and 5 in Bangkok.

Thailand is a popular destination which, my friends, I do not doubt because it did seem like the whole world’s population had descended upon Thailand right from Suvarnabhumi Airport.

Before I start, let’s agree that there is a lot of content available online about places to visit in Thailand, places to visit etc. Soooo, I will not get into that but would recommend looking at this comprehensive article by Travel Triangle. I will simply shed a bit of light on our experience, bust some myths and bless you with life-saving recommendations – You’re Welcome!

TICKETS

I booked our return tickets with an agent called E-dreams. They were offering an inviting Nairobi – Thailand return-ticket deal via China Southern Airlines so I hopped onto that real quick and secured tickets as early as September 2019. All was well until it was time to change my sister’s booking details because the surname I used isn’t the same one on her passport – long story for another day.

My family and I spent the next three months trying to get through to the agent and reach some sort of solution. Eventually in December we decided to cancel her booking and go with Cheapoair but by this time the price had skyrocketed. E-dreams co-operated with the cancellation-refund option because of course *rolls eyes hysterically* they get to keep 20% of the amount paid. They did refund the 80% within 5 days but frankly I can’t tell if it’s because we spent so much money calling them or the fasting and prayer affair we embarked on.

VISA AND TRANSITS

Acquiring visa was easy-peasy! My sister submitted our documents at the Thai Embassy in Nairobi on the 29 Nov 2019 and we had the visa by 6 Dec 2019. Contrary to the terrifying online reviews about China Southern, we had a great experience. Our concern was quality and quantity of food, general treatment and customer service *read racism* and transits. The food was perfect – good taste and adequate. The staff were very friendly as well.

If you fly China Southern you will have transits through Changsha and Guangzhou in China like we did. I understand this policy was introduced by the airline in June 2019. Our flight back to Nairobi included a 22hr overnight transit. An immigration officer at the China Embassy in Kenya insisted that although Kenyans qualify for a 24hr visa-free transit, we should play safe by securing a visa to China. She proceeded to insist that without it, we run the risk of being detained in a cell in case, for some reason, we stay in China for more than 24hrs.

As you can imagine, my mum and sister compiled horror stories of people detained at airports and cells in China to get me to pay a whole US$420 extra visa cost. Nope. Nope. Nope. I was not falling for that story because I had a gut feeling that we’d be okay without the visa. I utilized my crisis communication and change management skills on them and we eventually decided to travel without the visa to China.

ALL WENT WELL. *Can I get an Ameeen*

So, our trip to Thailand was basically: Nairobi – Changsha – Guangzhou – Bangkok (Suvarnabhumi Airport) – Phuket and from Thailand: Phuket – Bangkok (Don Mueang Airport) – Changsha – Guangzhou – Nairobi. Yep! You guessed it: Long trip! 30hrs of fly time (minus the transits)

Other flights offer shorter schedules but we hoped to have a feel of different airports, respective duty-free goods etc. which was attained. Thanks to the long transit we also had a chance to explore China, shop and eat.

ACCOMMODATION

We secured accommodation on AirBnb. In Phuket, we stayed at The Deck. The location was extremely convenient. We could walk to most of the crucial places e.g Jungecylon, Patong Beach and most importantly – the exalted Bangla Road. Food vendors on the street, massage parlors and souvenir shops were spread out through the entire street making it easy to indulge. If you love sea-food, just prepare to consume a year long of stock.

In Bangkok we stayed at a residential owned by a helpful but rather antsy old lady. It was also in a suburb area of the city so getting around meant taking taxis which was not ideal. We caught the BTS Skytrain whenever we could though. Do take the train so you can have a chance to view the city from above.

NB: We always go for self-contained houses so we can cook whatever we want esp. for breakfast or in case hunger strikes in the middle of the night. We also never take expensive accommodation so we can spend more on visiting places, wine + dine, relaxation, shopping and in-like luxuries.

PHUKET VS BANGKOK

Knowing what I know, I would spend 7 days in Phuket and 3 in Bangkok.

I enjoyed Phuket more because immediately you’re out of your accommodation you could feel the festive vibes looming – tourists everywhere laughing, the smell of the beach, music. We made friends with a teacher from Abu Dhabi who introduced us to a lovely Ireland-Thai couple who own a tour company. Through them we got to visit several gems of Thai: Jungecylon, Simon Cabaret Fantasy Show, Phi Phi Islands, Had Kata Noi and the Tiger Kingdom.

The island hopping is a tour you need to make! It is so pristine you get sucked into a serene sense of calmness and urge to enjoy life. You will forget your reality – that crazy ex, your annoying landlord, your bills, conniving co-workers, excess belly fat, E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G! At least for the moment.

If you enjoy a loud, hype night out – Bangla Road is the place! It’s a 100 metres long street of clubs with different kinds of music. What I didn’t like was the pole dancers in the clubs and the ping pong shows salespeople shoving pamphlets with nude people in our faces. I wish there was the choice to enjoy yourself without being a part of that. Well, my mum was with us so…you know…awkwaaard! Some families had their kids out there, others pushing them on strollers so I guess your comfort at Bangla Road really is up to whatever floats your boat.

We had lots of fun plus of course a bucket of vodka. The surprising thing is that we had no hangover the next day. I do not want to imagine how I would be if I did this in Nairobi.

If you enjoy antique shopping and taking pictures in medieval kind of scenes, hop onto a local bus to Old Phuket town. Great for souvenir shopping too!

Bangkok on the other had was generally quiet. I found it comparatively expensive including street food. Coming from Nairobi, Bangkok was basically city life. We did get to visit: The Chatuchak Market and also go on a relaxing evening boat ride along the Chao Praya river, periodically getting off to see different sites along the river like Wat Pho, Grand Palace, Wat Arun and Khao San Road.

RECOMMENDATIONS

  1. Ladies and gentlemen, if you see a travel agent by the name E-dreams and think of falling for their great deals – ABORT MISSION!
  2. Book your flights way in advance to save on cost.
  3. Use an agency whose communication details are available online and reachable otherwise you will need all the chill pills in existence.
  4. Dress very warm if you’re flying China Southern. The flight was rather cold despite the blanket they offer.
  5. If you have a long transit through China, check the entry requirements. Also, the Chinese immigration officers were rather helpful and polite to us.
  6. You may want to pick Oubon International for a transit hotel because of the shopping complex and food bazaar a short walk away.
  7. Take note that language barrier is a huge problem in this part of the world and thanks to an English speaker in the restaurant we ended up eating pork and not the frog meat we almost ordered after falling for the tantalizing pic on the menu.
  8. Check luggage requirements with each flight. We flew Thai Lion Air from Phuket to Bangkok and turns out they only allow 7kgs luggage and you have to pay for all the rest so we had to pay for a total of 90kgs of luggage. Whew! No need to explain how excruciatingly painful that was.
  9. If transiting to Phuket using a domestic flight, time management is key. Maneuvering through SVB can be rather confusing especially since we had to go through the health scan, immigration and collect our luggage. Make sure you schedule enough time to finish with this and catch the next flight. We made sure that our next flight departs from SVB but if your depart from DMK then your stakes of missing the next flight are even higher.
  10. Go early morning for the trip along the Chao Praya River so you fully enjoy the tourist sites along the river and get value for money.
  11. If you get on this boat, return to the departure station about 15 minutes early. We arrived on time, and the boat had already left. We tried to complain to the lady at the docking station who shrugged her shoulders and did not utilize any of the customer care skills she learnt /if at all any. Thanks to language difference, we too had a few nasty words for her in Kiswahili. Definitely source of a good evening laugh.
  12. Spend more time in the islands, maybe spend a night where you can for max relaxation. I hear Krabi is even more beautiful!
  13. A common question I get from friends is about the cost of trips. I believe if you have US$2000 you can comfortably take a trip to Thailand – as a Kenyan.
  14. If you like shopping and sight-seeing like my ladies do, your bank account isn’t the only thing you’ll be stretching. By the time we were getting back to Kenya we had all kinds of problems with our feet from walking around all day. Get hold of an efficient massage balm.
  15. Chinese and Thai people are still taking pictures of Africans in 2020, so just keep calm and go on about your tourism. Speaking of which, to my surprise we met only a handful of Africans through our entire trip in Thailand. I understand that only an average of 158,630 visitors are registered annually from Africa mainly South Africa (80,109). There is definitely opportunity to encroach with our melanin awesomeness in this end of the world. We even had to give the DJ at some nice spot along Bangla Road some African songs to play (You’re Welcome WizKid) and everyone was jamming.

Nov 2, 2018 was one of those Fridays – bright, beautiful and fun-filled. I was honored to be a part of a panel featured on KTN’s Books and Blogs TV Show. The show features book reviews with no limitation to genre and airs every Monday 8.30am – 9.30 am. During this screening, me, Tony Mochama and Janet Onyango reviewed Lean In: Women, Work and Will to Lead by Sheryl Sandberg and Nell Scovell.

Being on TV is such a thrill! You can easily flunk out and go blank or wing it with graceful boldness. So, what do you need to do to achieve the latter? Here are a few things:

  1. Prep for what you will say

If you’re a newbie in the TV show industry like me, you’ll need all the prepping you can get. The adrenaline rush is insane, and you may end up forgetting everything. So, it helps to take short notes and keep them within an arm’s reach. I had mine on my phone (which is chained on me). I have a photographic mind so when something catches my eye it sticks. Some people would have to cram their notes. Hey, do whatever floats your boat – just make sure you familiarize yourself with your content.  Also, unlike shooting commercials, when screening a live or recorded TV show there is only Take 1 for the guests, so you must get it right.

  1. Be bright inside out

Great energy. Great mood. Great attire. Once you’re on TV, you’re a representative of a certain school of thought to the public. What an opportunity to deliver your message and brand like you were born for it!  Dress up for it! Some shows will tell you what to wear – this one didn’t. But be sure to be decent, chic, with a fresh sense of style. I went with a multicolored blouse to make sure I stood out. I stood out alright. I was even asked to move to the seat farthest from the presenter.

Often, I see shows with hosts who cannot moderate their show so at one point the guests speak over each other while other guests blatantly shoot down their counterparts’ sentiments – the whole thing just becomes messy.  When you’re in a fabulous mood with a purpose to thrive, you’ll take the high road irrespective the mess. If you’re one of those guests who tear others apart, let go of your ego. This is an amazing learning experience.

  1. Do your homework

Research about the show, the host and the topic of the day. It will empower you to contribute to the conversation with wit and sass.  Watch previous editions of the show as well to build evidence-based expectations e.g flow of conversation.  Read up bios of your fellow guests.  This will help build rapport and create chemistry which will add to the entertainment value of the show.

  1. Arrive early

It gives you time to ease into the event. For this show, I arrived early enough to get lost in the premises thrice, and bump into the owner of the hotel who took me on a tour of the premise. I also had the chance to watch the shooting of the previous book review session which enhanced my preparedness for the show.

  1. Do your make-up

If not sure about availability of a make-up artist at the set, do your own make up very well before the show. I took care of mine, thus only needed a splash of setting powder before the show. Carry your own appliances as well to ensure hygiene and reduce the risk of dramatic makeup that will either take away your natural sense of beauty or make you seem like you have risen from the dead. My counterpart, Janet, colleague specifically asked for powder to take away shine which won’t change her complexion. So, of course, feel free to state your terms.

Overall, it was an exciting opportunity that I’d wish upon everyone. Let’s get to watching the video. Thank you for dropping by and remember to leave your comment below.

The following story was published by The Star Newspaper on October 2018  following World Mental Health Day. View the publication HERE.

Contemplation over the power of a healthy mental state poured itself all over the globe in the wake of World Mental Health Day on October 10. Statistics ran through news channels, revealing how over 800,000 people die due to suicide every year globally, of which 75 per cent occur in low- and middle-income countries.

Moreover, Lady Gaga marked this year’s observation of the day with an opinion piece terming mental health an emergency. “By the time you finish reading this, at least six people will have killed themselves around the world,” read the article co-written with Tedros Adhanom, Director General of the World Health Organisation.

Conversation around mental health care is getting amplified as stakeholders hold forums to dissect and elaborate mental health. However, the need to walk the talk is beckoning, lest we lose more lives.

MEETING MENTAL ILLNESS

I first met mental illness in 2008. Munyao, a family friend, took his own life after strangling his wife, Kaluki. Munyao had been an alcoholic for as long as I could remember. Four years before his demise (2004), there was a call-out in our local church to contribute money for his admission at a rehabilitation centre.

In 2006, there was another call for more contribution to send him to a mental hospital, with the announcement citing that he had been diagnosed with clinical depression. After six months at the hospital, he returned home to rumours that Kaluki was having an affair with the very same pastor who raised funds for his recovery.

After a heated argument about the affair, Munyao tightened a kettle cord across Kaluki’s neck until she fell on the floor. When he returned home and found her on the floor ice-cold, he scribbled a note and consumed Rat Rat, the rodenticide.

God forgot about me, so did my family. What am I living for? This earth is not a place to be. Goodbye World! the note read.

Jane Mukami, a sought-after Kenyan fitness trainer, will tell you that she met mental illness when her brother, Stephen Githehu, was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. When he started to withdraw and send suicidal texts, the family reached out to various authorities in the United States, where he lived, and Kenya to help check him into a mental hospital. Police said that unless he does something that calls for his admission, they cannot involuntarily check him in. In February 2017, Stephen shot himself in his apartment.

Catherine Kariuki, the mind behind popular blog Fashionable Step Mum, met mental illness when her step-son, Josiah Kariuki shot himself in the shower with his father’s gun in May 2017. The Kariukis knew Josiah’s struggles with depression and had a counselor on retainer.

Globally, the film industry lost Robin Williams, who hanged himself in his California home in August 2014. His wife, Susan Williams, said in one of her first interviews since losing her husband that he had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease three months before he died. The disease affected his mental state, but it was Dementia with Lewy Bodies (DLB) that probably led him to suicide.

Frequently misdiagnosed, DLB is the second-most common neurodegenerative dementia after Alzheimer’s and causes fluctuations in mental status, hallucinations and impairment of motor function. Unfortunately, it was not until after his death that an autopsy confirmed he had the disease. Susan added that Robin had also struggled with addiction during his life but had been clean and sober since 2006.

The music industry was robbed of DJ Avicii in April 2018. In a statement released to the media by his family, they termed him an over-achieving perfectionist who traveled and worked hard at a pace that led to extreme stress. They further described his last days as a season of seeking happiness and balance.

Suicides around the world have been attributed to mental disorders and substance abuse. Evidently, mental disorders are highly prevalent and burdensome across the globe. This makes mental health a significant contributor to the overall public health burden, hence integration of mental health into primary care is a crucial task.

Early identification and effective management are also key to ensuring that people receive the care they need. Rajneesh Osho, an Indian religious leader, authored a book titled: The Mind: A beautiful servant, a dangerous master. Osho was right.

MENTAL HEALTH CARE IN KENYA

Statistics show that the prevalence rate of common mental disorders in Kenya is 10.8 per cent, with no gender difference. In addition to that, neuropsychiatric disorders in Kenya are estimated to contribute 5.7 per cent of the global burden of the disease. Yet, there is only one psychiatrist per 500,000 people. Higher rates of mental illness are registered in those who were of older age and those in poor physical health.

In May 2016, the Health ministry launched a mental health policy, whose objectives included reforming the system by addressing issues such as lack of leadership in the sector. The proposed reforms included appointing a board, increasing funding, training of service providers, and amplifying public awareness. This was a laudable commitment but remains unimplemented.

Today, mental health is barely incorporated into Kenya’s primary health care system. This could explain why the biggest mental health facility in the country, Mathari Teaching and Referral Hospital, remains understaffed, overcrowded, and underfunded.

The Health ministry permits primary health care doctors to prescribe psychotherapeutic medicines. Likewise, official policy enables primary health care nurses to independently diagnose and treat mental disorders within the primary care system.

HOPES FOR THE FUTURE

The sun is rising above mental health, as the world grows more aware of the need to address it. The United Kingdom government, for instance, appointed the world’s first Minister of Suicide Prevention.

The appointee, Jackie Doyle-Price, will lead in prioritising mental health in the UK. She is set to host the first Global Ministerial Mental Health Summit in London. African governments should borrow a leaf or two and invest in including mental health in Africa’s health care systems.

Association between common mental disorders, equity, poverty and socio-economic functioning are relatively well explored in high income countries. On the contrary, there have been fewer studies in low and middle-income countries, despite the considerable burden posed by mental disorders and their potential impact on development, especially in Africa. Consequently, the gap between what is urgently needed and what is available to reduce the burden remains very wide in Africa. With research and comprehensive analysis reports, statistics can be used to formulate evidence-based policies and expedite informed action.

However, before statistics and policies deliver the silver bullet, we all need to deliberately provide social support to the people around us. Dr. Joanne Cacciatore, an American advocate for mental health, said it best:

“There simply is no pill that can replace human connection. There is no pharmacy that can fill the need for compassionate interaction with others. There is no panacea. The answer to human suffering is both within us and between us.” 

We need to look out for each other and introduce mental health into our everyday conversations.

Let’s face it – growing up is tough. Right from psychosocial change, self-actualization, career development and curbing ‘hey’ texts from men without beards – damn! Regardless, if we can transition into bigger sizes of shoes and clothes we can leave behind the ignorance and recklessness that come with childhood…Or so I thought.

Transitioning from childhood into adulthood has demanded wit and continues to badger for additional knowledge. Consequently, high up my to-do list this year (and forever Amen!) sits Reading More Books. My greatest blockade has been having to carry a bigger bag to accommodate a book. But heeey… high-five to e-books! So if you’ve seen me fixated on my phone for hours in a random café, no, I wasn’t on Tinder!

So far, I  have read 4 books and must say I Can’t Make This Up: Life Lessons by Kevin Hart and Nice Girls Don’t Get the Corner Office: 101 Unconscious Mistakes Women Make That Sabotage Their Careers by Lois P. Frankel, have been amaaazing reads! Both are very different books but a resonating theme is the aspect of transitioning from childhood to adulthood.

Kevin Hart’s book depicts how opting to be an adult with childish and ignorant ways can cost you success. The story unmasks Kev beyond his success, showing his silly mistakes, moments of utter immaturity and is obviously hella funny!

By the way, did you know that when Kevin Hart drinks he has a peeing problem? Once he peed in his closet, another time in Eniko’s (his current wife) handbag, and another in his chauffeur’s hat causing his resignation?

Dr. Lois Frankel covers a professional perspective on the transition. She describes how socialization and beliefs influence one’s climb up the corporate ladder. It gets interesting when she calls out childish acts practiced by some of her clients such as treating male colleagues like their father, going to work dressed like a hobo and crying and snorting in meetings. *My mum is working towards being a corporate coach – good luck mumDr. Frankel’s general perspective is that transitioning into adulthood is a mandatory and strategic venture.

I had a lot of aha moments while reading the two books. Severally, I caught myself questioning if I was adult enough. So, I went up Mount Horeb, carrying a pot of scented sticks and a fleece blanket to evaluate myself. Okay, not really.

A few quiet walks later, I had closure with my transition and how different it was for people I knew. Several of my findings were preceded by big questions: What is adulthood anyway? Where exactly is the line between adulthood and childhood?

What is adulthood anyway?

Imposed adulthood is how I transitioned from childhood. Being the first born, I have been responsible for each breath my younger sister takes. I also went out to boarding school at the age of 8. For as long as I can remember, I oversaw activities in school either as a school captain or as a tutor.

This one time in 2004, teachers in my school left for a crisis meeting with the district commissioner and I was tasked with distributing examination papers and supervising the students to complete the exam. Of course the exam was highly copied and 30 minutes into it, some students could be seen outside skipping rope. So much for making a 12 year old an examination invigilator.

So much for making a 12 year old an examination invigilator.

There’s also the aspect of being raised by a single parent; you grow up real fast. The parent already has enough of yoke to bear as a provider so you have to figure your way around life and its hustles from a very early stage.

Optional adulthood is how a couple of my friends transitioned from childhood. They came of age and decided to take on new roles and responsibilities. I have found optional adulthood to be tough. It’s a choice, and sometimes Decision Lane is dark, lonely and full of tears. We have seen the weight of taking Decision Lane weighing in on many who have gone ahead to opt out permanently through suicide. Others have opted out semi-permanently by going skydiving. While  imposed adulthood is baptism by fire, optional adulthood is all about one’s capability to see their reality, accept and elevate it.

So where exactly is the line between childhood and adulthood?

Oh Whitney!

At one point of my life I’d attend close to 4 parties, back to back. Meet a friend at one party and follow them to another party, meet another friend there and follow them to the next…on and on. The next point, I was  juggling school and three jobs because I wanted to get ahead.In between those two points, the line between childhood and adulthood has been confusing, blurry and even classic.

Building on my experience, adults:

Keep an overflow of reserves

I’ve been a proper doormat. Friends would come to my house and stay a week. They’d cook, invite others and cook for them and even host parties. I enjoyed it because being loved and involved with everyone mattered to me those days. It was not long before I felt frustrated and mentally exhausted.

…frustrated and mentally exhausted.

On a separate occasion, a friend invited me to a party and asked me to bring her one of my dresses. I was later dis-invited to the party but asked to deliver my dress to her. Of course that friendship ended instantly and so did many others that proved to be parasitic.

Today, I appreciate the value of keeping an overflow of reserves. I can only give when/what I have. The first thing I do every day is replenish my spirit through prayer. I then work out my priorities for the day by looking through my vision board. I leave for work shortly after and on the way, I either read, write or listen to a TED talk/podcast. In the evening, I’m usually brain dead so I listen to music. It’s not a schedule that’s cast on stone, but it works. It enables me to extend my love, my time, my energy, resources and services from a well-informed, healthy and secure place.

See – the people around you will always need something from you one way or another. When you’re always running on empty while meeting the needs of others, you’ll start weighing unnecessary expectations on others, feeling like they owe you a similar level of stretching. When they cannot show up for you or stretch, you become resentful.

I say no often. I use it as a complete sentence without defending or justifying the no. It’s also proved to be an effective way of preserving my reserves.

Live in independence and liberty

Carol was my classmate in high school. She was highly opinionated and book smart. Surprisingly, Carol’s plans, desires and ambitions were a democracy. She opened them up to the entire world for debate. This one time she really went up the performance cluster and some of our classmates accused her of practicing induced smartness because she took Omega 3 fish oil tablets. She stopped taking the pills. Well, that was high school so a lot of adolescence and hormones were at play. But today, there are a lot of people around us who cannot make a decision without passing it out to the world to approve of its value.

Opening up your plans for a debate can be beneficial especially if you are talking to people who have gone before you along the same path you’re about to take. Their two cents stand to offer a sense of direction. But what happens when you share your big dreams with small minded people? Chances of pursuing those dreams thin faster than a malnourished plant.

Although, if you shave off your eyebrows and draw them back with a red pencil, please open this up for debate. The rest of us have a thing or two to express.

 

Navigate the debt crisis.

Odi dancing into poverty

In between having proper food, shelter and clothing, the chance of the savings account growing becomes thinner by the day. In fact, by 15th of every month many are Odi dancing into poverty. This however should not be an excuse to live beyond means or live on debt.

Saving rates in Kenya, as published by World Bank, have remained relatively low between 2000 and 2013. Today, Branch a money lending service is one of the top five the most downloaded Android apps in Kenya. This is according to a report  published in February 2018. Maybe people are getting good debt to grow their businesses. But you can bet your last penny that someone is borrowing out to sustain a boujee lifestyle.

In fact, recent findings revealed that one in every two millennials living in Kenya are pointing an accusing finger at debt as the impediment to investing and saving. It’s okay to like fancy, big things. But remember: bigger isn’t always better. (I know what you’re thinking, and yes I’m judging you).

Increasing financial literacy to manoeuvre the high costs of living

Just kidding. But seriously:

With money, you want a 70-30 balance of savings and expenditure, respectively. Increasing financial literacy and budgeting is a reliable way of manoeuvring the high costs of living.

Skip vanity, escape poverty. A creative I admire Adrian McDonald recently wrote: Don’t die to be seen,often times the world isn’t even looking.

Understand and implement emotional intelligence

Emotional intelligence impacts many different aspects of our daily life, such as the way we behave and the way we interact with others. In an attempt to understand EQ deeply, I came across studies which stated that EQ is a byproduct of parental influence and attachment styles.

Turns out emotional involvement of parents really does matter and affects the outcome of their child’s emotional competence and regulation. If they do not invest enough of their time and commitment into pouring emotionally into their child, the child will struggle to learn how to regulate their emotions and interact with others appropriately.

Another important factor in the emotional development of children is how warm caregivers are. Children see how their parents display emotions and interact with other people, and they imitate what they see their parents do to regulate emotions.

Furthermore, when parents react with criticism or dismiss the sadness or anger of a child it communicates that their emotions are not valid or appropriate, which can cause children to be even more prone to those negative emotions and less able to cope with stress.

I went deeper and read about attachment styles in adults. Defined in the attachment theory, attachment styles are established in early childhood attachments and continues to function for relationships in adulthood.Our style of attachment influences how each of us reacts to our needs and how we go about getting them met.

Attachment Styles: How Our Own Attachment Style Impacts Our Relationships

Attachment styles are not inborn but are driven by how parents interact with their infant from birth. Parents therefore must treat their children in ways that foster secure attachment in order for the children to grow into emotionally stable adolescents and adults.

Emotional intelligence calls for one to recognise their emotions, needs and concerns seeing how they affect their thoughts and behaviours. It also needs one to know their strength, weaknesses, insecurities and then leverage that to control impulsive feeling and behaviours.

Eventually Dr. Frankel would not have clients crying and yelling at board meetings.

Love with their minds.

As I submerge deeper into adulthood, I am realizing that love is a decision. It’s a judgement.

Heart vs Mind: Who’s the boss?

When the mind decides and approves, the heart will catch up. This will help even weed out people who joyride on other people’s nature to love and give their all. As you’ll see on the letter I wrote to the basic lover earlier on my blog, most times when the heart goes first you’ll sit back later and realize that you pulled all the weight on your own.

Often people have told me a lot of things but acted in a different way. The mind helps us decipher actions and use them to judge how valid words are.  It’s also important to empower your mind by listening to it. In this way, you’ll gradually be able to rely on it for stable decisions.

As I wind up, this story has been interesting to write. Pieces from different reads have come together beautifully into a narrative. I’m definitely motivated to read more now. Any recommendations for my next read?

Before I leave you:Did you know?

There is a fetish called adult baby syndrome or Paraphilic infantilism which involves role-playing coupled with behaviors such as drinking from a bottle or wearing diapers (diaper fetishism).

Are there some things that you have dropped as an adult, that you strongly believed in during childhood? Any struggles you had during your transition and consequential hacks utilized for survival? Please share.

Besides reading more, I also decided to get back to writing for newspaper (after 5 years). The following story was published by The Star Newspaper on Father’s Day, June 17 2018. The names have been changed to protect the identities of the actual characters.

Over the years, Father’s Day has carried so much hope for me: to know my father, understand him, learn from him and love him. This hope has since been shattered and this year, I am packing it away.

In March, family and friends gathered to celebrate my father’s 46th birthday and short visit to Kenya from the United States, where he lives. He treated his guests to a frivolous surprise: his 22-year-old concubine.

On that day, mother drove me and my younger sister to my grandmother’s house in Ngong Hills. This was the venue of the party. Following closely was my mother’s cousin, let us call her Aunt Jane, and her husband. Earlier on, I had told my mother how every time I met my grandmother, she complained about us forgetting her. Consequently, we stopped by Karen shopping centre and bought gifts for her and the birthday man.

We arrived in the evening and found all my father’s sisters and their children present. None live in Kenya but them flying in for the party was no surprise since my father is the last born. My mother had not seen some of them ever since her relationship with my father ended 17 years ago, but smiles were managed and hugs extended.

The party was everything father had promised: plenty of food, club bangers from the 90s, variety of beverages and a grand reunion. A stranger would have found it hard to believe that some of us were meeting for the first time.

Towards 11pm, some of the guests had long transmuted into dancers and musicians, flowing off-tune and singing absolutely misplaced lyrics. Sitting on the only couch in the house next to my 22-year-old sister, let’s call her Diana, looking across the room, I spotted this odd young girl.

“Whose daughter could that be?” I asked myself.

Seconds later, she stood up and approached my father and laid her left hand on his arm then whispered into his ear. Now she had my full attention! For the next 30 minutes or so, I watched her like a hawk, noticing her guzzle whiskey, shot after shot.

“It cannot be what I’m thinking. She appears younger than Diana,” I thought to myself in distress.

A few drinks later, their fondness for each other was what I would call ‘a city on a hilltop’: it could not be ignored. Anxiety set in. Everyone else was noticing their theatrics.

I went over to my mother to check temperature.

“Enjoying the party, mum?” I probed, praying she would not ask me a question I would be too embarrassed to answer.

“I’m okay! If I may ask, who is that girl?” she leaned in and whispered.

“I’m asking myself the same question!” I responded, folding my arms across my chest. Mother waved at Aunt Rita, my father’s eldest sister, signalling her to head over. She staggered her way to us and bundled herself next to my mother.

“Whose daughter is that?” mum asked.

“That’s Wendy’s friend, called Judy,” Aunt Rita said. Wendy is my father’s second-born sister.

This version of the story was believable until a few minutes later, when my father and Judy disappeared into the corridor that led to the bedrooms. A few minutes later she appeared wearing his oversize T-shirt.

“Is she that much of a friend to the family?” I asked myself, clutching at my flickering hope for decency.

I looked across the room to check for Aunt Wendy, only to spot her seated at the furthest corner of the room alone, fixated on her phone. This is when I knew that Aunt Rita had fed me and mother a cock and bull story. I recalled a conversation father had brought up the previous weekend over a nyama choma session about what I would think of him dating a campus girl. I dismissed him, thinking he had taken one too many. I remembered asking him why in the world he would want to do that.

“A friend of mine told me it’s the in-thing now in Kenya,” he said.

“You need new friends,” I responded.

He complemented his question by showing me videos of campus girls wiggling their behinds like they were auditioning for a dancehall music video. The clips were taken while at a popular night club in Ngong town.

“Siz, we shouldn’t have come here,” said Diana, interrupting my flashback.

I went over to my mother and told her we were ready to leave. We signaled Aunt Jane and her husband. My father requested us to drop him and Judy in Ngong town. My mother refused to give Judy a lift and asked for her to be directed to Aunt Jane’s car. The next stop was at a lodging in Ngong town, where we dropped my father and left. A few minutes later, Aunt Jane called my mother to gossip that they had dropped the girl there as well. Judy had also told them that she was a university student who had been in a relationship with my father for a while and had met him at a club in Ngong town.

...one of the dancers in the video.

“She must have been one of the dancers in the video!” I growled within myself, feeling disgraced and dishonoured.

Well, having a sugar daddy is a big part of the society now, and even settling comfortably amidst our conversations. I have been one of the master enablers of this unacceptable social behaviour, enjoying it at conversation level on the radio shows on my way to work, until it was my turn. This is the harsh reality of our society today and it has trickled into successive generations.

I carried the shame with me for a good number of days that followed, but I have been freed by the power of forgiveness. I believe that this is not an isolated case, so for me and my ilk, may forgiveness grant you freedom on this Father’s Day.

With that said, I celebrate all the decent fathers in the world. You are the first man your daughter ever loved and by your fervent love, every other man has been chosen in the image of what you taught love to be. The unique lessons that only you could teach her remain the light through which she guides herself and her children away from self-sabotaging paths. Kings, Happy Father’s Day!

Dear Basic Lover,

Growing up, I looked forward to romantic love. I imagined this tall, dark, handsome and able man who would bring me a fresh red rose ever so often and leave me with a kiss on my forehead each time we parted ways.

…a kiss on my forehead…a partner…

I looked forward to a partner in a lover, a friend…someone who would love me every day even on the days I fell short of his preferences and expectations.

I looked forward to honesty and integrity, and even in seasons of fault and misunderstanding there would be purpose to actively pursue restitution and the rebuilding of trust.

I prepared for this passionate and ambitious human being who would consistently want to be better for himself on a daily basis, and better for us. Through whom I would see hardwork and leadership, and fall in love with chasing them myself. I prepared myself by learning how to be equally enthusiastic about my growth and impact as a woman.

I hoped to learn how it felt to truly trust in someone and let my guard down without anxiety.

Then I met you,…the basic lover.

Before we’re in love we’re at war with our egos and building all these walls then climbing over them the next day. It’s almost like the depth of each other’s love is determined by how many world wars we survive. I’m constantly trying to prove myself to you in a bid to win you over.

…building walls between us…

When I’m back from the world, where good deeds and hardwork aren’t always rewarded, I find you and your basic love on the couch equally demotivated, and with zero intentions of making your life better. So I’m forced to have enough strength and ambition for two. On some days, I’m running on empty but I push myself to serve for two. Isn’t this what unconditional love is all about,…being the bread and butter when your partner is down and out?

Because of your basic love, infidelity is now seeming like something the society is accepting as things that are happening to everyone. But this is where I draw my line, I promise you. I’m ready to leave at the sight of a text message I don’t like – just a text! Your fellow basic lovers have told me that I’m extreme and petty for practicing this. But isn’t life too fragile to live in dishonesty? Because one day it will be a text, and the next time it will be you siring a baby made on our matrimonial bed with another woman, then me publicly carrying your shame as my own.

See what your lackluster love has done to me. I’m almost giving up on my what I dreamed romantic love would be as I grew up. I’m starting to wonder if all this while I have been naive and if I should drop my expectations and be a basic lover as well. Happy now?

I want God to tell me that I have indeed been naive but until then, me and you cannot sit on the same table of negotiation. I am okay with saying I loved too much. Go on and continue being okay with saying you were careful and safe. My beauty in humanity will continue to reside in seeing your true sense and your insecurities yet still find you beautiful- whether you fight it or not. You, my friend, will neither know nor understand the truly, madly, deeply kind of love.

…truly, madly, deeply…intense love should prevail

I agree that there isn’t a manual to love, neither is there a defined path to true love. But with the fragility of life…one day you’re here the next you’re six feet under…unconditional, deep and intense love should prevail. 

Looking forward to the end of your regime.

Yours Dissatisfied,

When I grow up I wanted to be…

…I remembered how growing up, I wanted to be a lawyer, then a civil engineer, and then a writer.

Years later, I started writing the life out of my soul on this blog. Today, writing is just 10% of what I do : 90% of what I do happens at a corner office desk, supplied with a nice breeze and gazillion sachets of coffee, in a certain NGO, bringing  life out of PR & Communication ideas and enhancing brand value…

…I remembered when everything changed. It was like I had been rescued from a deep hole. It was the day I started wanting better for myself, then I started expecting better from myself.

This day was somewhere within my 3rd year in university. I was holding up a 9-5 as a Science writer in a private publication company, a radio presenter at a community radio over the weekend and a freelance copy editor.  The thing about wanting better for yourself, it injects an enormous dose of passion and ambition in you. A kind of energy that pushes you to exceeded limits.

This era was particularly stressful for me because:

…a scientist with like 6 PhDs…

As a science writer, I was required to simplify the thesis of a scientist who had like 6 PhDs in Entomology into layman language. I was also required to attend science-related conferences around Nairobi and write a story thereafter. On good days, I’d be sitting through one conference to another, meeting esteemed scientists and innovators, devouring three course meals and leaving with per diem. On bad days, my colleagues and I would head to a conference only to reach there and find that our organisation had not been invited, and get kicked out or served with an invoice yet you’ve eaten half of what’s on the menu. Another thing about wanting better for yourself is there will be good days and bad days – your passion will get you through.

My show had been ‘scrapped off the programme’.

At the community radio station, I wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms by everyone. It was a station owned and managed by a local university.I was not a student at the university. They let me train in broadcast journalism-for free- even though my major was in print journalism. About 4 months later, I was assigned to a Saturday evening show as the host. This obviously raised brows and earned me the side eye especially since the head of radio was a young bachelor and I was a young bachelorette too fond of my tight colourful mini-skirts. The telling glances graduated into deliberate ploys to kick me out of the studio. Sometimes I’d get to the studio and not have a show to run because my particular show had been ‘scrapped off the programme’. Only to consult the head of radio, and hear that as far as he’s concerned, the show should run. Well, yet another thing about wanting better for yourself is that the people you meet will either want the best or the worst for you… or not give two hoots about you!

I was ever so exhausted!

Obviously, with all that on my hands I was ever so exhausted! I remember going on dates with this Indian guy and I’d fall asleep in the middle of the conversations every time. He tolerated my fatigue for a while until one day, he walked out of the restaurant. I watched him wiggle his behind away, disappearing in the parking lot. Later that day, I had a meeting with myself and decided it was time to explore something of great magnitude yet less exhausting. The next year I traveled to Turkey, a move I consider life changing to date.  In case you missed the story, read it HERE. When you start wanting better for yourself, your eyes will be opened unto greater possibilities.

When I returned to Kenya, I remember looking at my environment, the people in it, the fact that for the first time I had nothing going on, and felt liberated yet challenged. A few months later, I moved into a new neighborhood, changed my number and started a fresh. It was one hell of a lonely journey but through it all, Flirt vodka was sufficient. Okay,…not quite. I actually quit alcohol and didn’t date as well. So through it all God’s grace was sufficient.

Here I am today at this space of utmost tranquility. And I couldn’t agree more: Such evolution! I’m comfortable in my quiet space which is too quiet sometimes, but at least there is no one threatening to snatch my wig.

On the whole,evolution isn’t for everyone. It’s only for those who want it bad enough to want better for themselves, and then expect better from themselves. If there’s a big lesson I’m taking with me into 2018, it’s that the urge to evolve is a decision reached by oneself.

I will always be grateful to everyone who believed in my strengths and gave me a chance, my mentors, friends and family for fueling my evolution.

Go ahead…put your trash out and prepare space for new things. This year will be great, I feel it in my bones. Happy fresh evolutionary 2018!

c656c64d894b70af55156fd2022e5b29I’m back ladies and gentlemen! Early 2016, I decided to go back to school and pursue postgraduate professional courses. Like many Kenyans, I presumed that because I was joining a college; not one of the grande universities, I would have an easier time. What actually happened-through the better part of the year-was the clock ticked into the witches’ and thieves’ hours of the night while Whitney stayed up reading. Anyway, I’m alive and still sane (which is what matters) and much love to all those who wrote to me asking when I would put up my next post. Well, here it is!

So my  long-time friend, Lavender, just got her first job and boy isn’t she excited! I invited her over to my place over the weekend to spoil her with a congratulatory wine and dine. Yeah, I’m those kinds of friends *flips wig*

I happen to have worked in a ton of organisations; governmental, non-governmental, private media companies and more. Consequently, I can throw in a valid point or two in regards to the different kinds of employees to expect in organisations. If you’re just getting your feet wet in employment like Lavender, then welcome aboard. If you’ve been in employment for a while now, yet oblivious to the types I’m about to name, then consider this article an eye-opener.

Becky

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Hyper Becky

She is loose verbally and sexually. In some organisations, colleagues tolerate her whereas in other organisations she is reprimanded publicly. Whatever the scenario, best believe everyone hates and disrespects her with a passion. She also tends to be vulgar and start conversations which prove that she’s vacant upstairs. You really don’t want to respond or contribute to her filth unless you want to hop on the Becky wagon. Not worth it a tad bit!

“What if I want to be a Becky?” Lavender asked chuckling.

“Honestly…just kill yourself!” I responded.

Lavender burst out, “Haha…anyway, go on!”

Sorcerer

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They use satanic rituals to dominate.

This one uses evil spirits and satanic rituals to dominate the organisation. They tend to be super friendly. Some use food, snacks, clothing etc., to lure their targets. Beware of colleagues who, for no reason bring you food and/or snacks from home meant just for you. The sorcerers are usually under performers yet seem to be so relaxed and the bosses usually seem blind to their redundancy. Their goal is to kill competition and reign over authority. Whilst other employees may be genuine and friendly, others are rattle snakes. Pray and watch your back.

“1 Peter 5:8 says: Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour,” I read.

“Preach sister. Preach,” teased Lavender.

“Hallelujah!” I shouted, lifting my hands up.

Geniuses

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Geniuses | Albert Einsteins

These are the brains of the department and thus fuel the growth of the organisation. Some are anti-social, others just calm. Most tend to wear spectacles, keep kinky hair and drink a lot of caffeine and/or alcohol. They are also the best at what they do and when the person is absent from the office, no one can cover for them. The majority tend to be such techies.

“They sound boring,” said Lavender.

“Well, I’ve found them to make good friends especially if you love learning new things. However if you’re having a slow day…steer clear. All the ‘did you know’ they’ll bombard you with will surely leave you with a headache,” I said.

Tricky Dicky

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Tricky Dicky is  usually physically attractive & charming.

He knows and utilizes all the tricks in the book to get women in between his sheets. He is usually physically attractive and/or wealthy. Most are charming, nice dressers and have a good sense of humor. Just watch for that ninja who is always on his phone and from all the giggling he cannot be striking a business deal. His biggest targets are interns and newbies. In some organisations, Tricky Dicky is well known and he knows about his reputation but he’ll vehemently deny and say he’s been accused by haters.

“So how do I tell he’s a Tricky Dicky when I’m still new and can’t ask around?” Lavender asked.

“The basic rules apply; if he’s trying to get you to the club or asking you to noisy, alcohol-related gigs then he’s not interested in anything serious,” I said.

The Good Samaritan

cutmypic1Selflessly helps their colleagues out. It could be offering an IT solution or helping set up an advocacy message to offering you a snack. In one of the organisations, a boss from a different department asked me to improve some graphic design work for her. Afterwards, she sent me chocolate and a post card on which she expressed gratitude. Being an intern, this obviously set me apart from the other interns, socially and professionally.

“I bet you still have the wrapper locked up in a safe place,” taunted Lavender.

I replied, “Not without a photo shoot!”

The HR

These are the snitches. They may not work in Human Resource department but definitely influence employment decisions. They tend to know who comes in late and who leaves earlier than is allowed. They also know who is sleeping with who and which employee has a side hustle. Some of them are nosy enough to know where you live, who you live with and the number of opposite –sex guests who frequent your house. They are also state of the art gossips and rumor mongers. They tend to be the eldest in the organisation. Those closest to retirement are the worst. They are often grumpy and sneering. They are immensely threatened by the millennials. You can know them by how they look at you when you walk by… checking if your skirt is too short or tight for work. Then of course there’s the actual HR department. You better be right with this department…please.

Debtors

charities-finance-borrow-010Individuals in the habit of borrowing money. The ones I’ve come across are usually support staff e.g. the cooks, tea girls etc. As money struggle is real, you really don’t want to follow the cook around reminding him to pay you back. Bottom line: They rarely pay back. They continue to borrow staff after staff. Some debtors turn to managers and even the CEO to ask for money. These tend to be women and usually target men and compassionate women and use pitiful stories of not having money to feed the children at home. Faced with this situation, I’d prefer referring the debtor to my financial advisor.

The Life of the Party

b66074f7203b02eb4ece0d24fcc9cba1They know what’s popping in the current age of entertainment evolution. They aren’t necessarily people who club a lot but they are out going. They come in handy when planning weekend getaways, team building, corporate events, weekend office bonding gigs, end of year party etc.

 

Queen Bee

giselleSmart, confident and super stylish. Her work is up to par and so is the standard of neatness on her desk. She tends to be loving and lovable as well and sort of gets along with everyone including Becky. Her smile is genuine and refreshing which makes her easy to confide in. She’s rarely alone and tends to have followers like those in high schools. Which brings me to the next and last group.

Team Dead Fish

followers____by_nanomortis-d8pkrb3-pngJust as the dead fish in the sea are swayed in whichever direction by the tides, so are these followers of Queen Bee. They lick boots and kiss ass all day. They are usually quiet, timid and have nothing interesting going on about them. You’ll notice them taking up traits of Queen Bee. For example, if Queen Bee likes to wear red lippies and rock six inch heels to work within a few weeks of time spent in QBs circle, she’ll be grasshopper-walking in 6 inches as well. Team Dead Fish tend to be the most overworked employees and probably low earners.

“That’s sad!” Lavender said.

“Yep! If you don’t know who you are someone else will show you who to be.” I said.

Your Comment Counts Suggestion Feedback Opinion BoxLet’s face it: You have met many more types of employees where you have worked. What am I missing here? Let me know in the comments and I’ll surely add it in! Also, what type are you and how is it working for you? It’d be swell to hear from you as well.

 

 

 

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When the life in a personality is choked, freedom is lost.

We often choke the life out of people’s personalities. Mostly, in an attempt to make the  personalities of other emulate our own or suit what we prefer. This is stripping humanity of its ability to  pursue and achieve uniqueness and greatness.

I am guilty of this injustice but not intentionally. Thing is, I’m the type that always strive to be noticeably different in everything I do. Right from how I think, to my pose and poise. While the world sees a strong-willed, passionate, ambitious and confident lady, it remains blind to the countless yet priceless hours I spend researching on and implementing self-development strategies. All the same, I appreciate the the far I have come and the props I get. I have matured into the type that wonders why anyone would settle for mediocrity when they can sacrifice comfort in pursuit of the best version of themselves.

Why settle for a commoner mindset when we-humans- were given dominion over the Earth?

So I end up laying or weighing (you choose!) my go-getter mindset on others quite often. I have now come to the realization that just because I see greatness in someone does not mean that they are interested in ‘seeing’ it too. They’ll probably not be interested in the near future! So lately I’ve been dancing between slowing my roll and letting people be; as far as passing on my go-getter mindset is concerned. And I’m finding so much pleasure in slowing down to understand people or simply letting them be, I tell you!

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Somewhere in the midst of betrayal many have despaired.

Somewhere in the midst of jealousy, betrayal, under-appreciation and selfishness, many people have been drained of hope and enthusiasm for many things; ambitions, dreams, true love, loyalty, real friends etc. Consequently, many are peddling defeated mindsets and stuck wearing the I-cannot-do-it glasses. To the ilk, defeat is all that’s there to be seen until manna falls from heaven. But guess what, I believe that the manna has already fallen and it lies in the power of letting people be themselves.

TD Jakes said: Christianity is all about one beggar who found bread then showed another beggar where the bread is.

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…it unlocks a potential…

When we let people be themselves, they feel appreciated. Enough. Understood. Special. It unlocks potential and desire to scale heights, making it easier to embrace change. However, when we go at people telling them what’s wrong with them all walls shoot up real quick. Even we have been in situations where we had to switch to combat mode to salvage our personality from attack. Speaking of which, you really should read about my switch-to-combat-mode experience during this Tinder date.

Dr. David Shnarch’s bestseller: Intimacy & Desire, led me into a deeper understanding of the power in letting people be themselves. For starters, it’s a form of freedom because no one is trying to control the other. Each party relies on themselves for self-worth and emotional stability. When we get out of the business of transforming other people’s personalities into our definition of acceptable, we give them their lives back.  People who can’t control themselves control the people around them.

Are the people in our lives today those we have successfully managed to change into another version of us? It’s time we start licking our own emotional bruises, honey!

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We all need someone who believes in us.

I acknowledge that we all need someone who believes in us more than we believe in ourselves. Question is, are we ready and willing to get rid of the I-cannot-do-it-glasses and see capability…see that we deserve better for and from ourselves? It all starts at one place: Who are you? When we know who we are in the most definite ways then no amount of raging wave can sweep us off course. When we know who we are, we respect everyone’s journey and thus don’t attempt to flip people’s personalities.

tumblr_m9sbh4Z6hd1qdm09fLet’s pay attention to ourselves and how we respond to the lives around us. No more murder of the uniqueness planted in each one of us.

“How often have I lain beneath the rain on a strange roof, thinking of home?”

|William Faulkner//American novelist// via As I Lay Dying, 1930|

All too relatable, and not in any way admirable, yet quite laughable because when most of us leave home, we believe it’s time to get away and/or pursue greener pastures. Until the greener doesn’t seem so green anymore.

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I ran away from…a ghost haunting away my sanity

Selina ran away from home at 16. Her desire to have a better, rich and creamy life had matured from a voice deep within to a ghost haunting away her sanity and tormenting the last of her hopeless existence. She could no longer stand the poverty she was born into. She reeked of it and the smell choked life out of her.

There is nothing beautiful about poverty, I tell you. Nights of toss and turn tuned on the rhythm of the gunshots outside. If the bullets don’t kill you, a neighbor’s unkempt cooking stove will explode, the flames will find you and make you funereal ashes.

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Poverty…shackles you to the same misery year after year.

Poverty, the benevolent spirit, the curse…which torments, bewails and shackles you to the same misery year after year.

‘Not me. Not anymore.’ Selina thought.

Shamim and her aunt picked Selina up from the bus terminal in Dar es Salaam. Shamim and Selina met in primary school in Kenya and had been good friends since. When Selina contacted Shamim and lied that her mother and sister had died, Shamim’s family accepted to take her in.

Shamim’s parents had died in a road accident when she was six years old so she lived with her aunt, Zabibu. Zabibu was a wealthy business woman, making Shamim a suitable target for Selina’s scheme.

A few weeks later, Zabibu got Selina a job as a cleaner at a hotel within the city center. While wiping dust off the hotel room windows, she enviously watched luxurious cars speed by. She admired the business people crossing the roads, boisterously. How secure and confident they seemed. She often stared and  smiled, waved and whispered: Dear Future, I see you’re well. Marrying you soon. Sadly, her life wasn’t progressing as fast as she wanted it to. Her struggles still showed by the wrinkles at the edges of her eyes, her soggy skin, rough palms and grotesquely chewed-out, once-jigger-infested feet. Each time she passed by the hotel’s bar, she would find men and women raising glasses in the air, laughing, dancing and chanting. How happy and satisfied with life they seemed.

Who are these people? Some so young. How did they get there? There must be a short cut. And I will find it, Selina often thought.

She prepared all her questions and went to Zainab. She was a successful business woman…after all!

“What do I do? Where do I start?”

“Are you willing to do anything to achieve your dreams?”

“Yes!”

The following morning, Zainab took Selina to a house in the suburbs. Inside, they found a group of about 15 girls who seemed of my age, and an older woman.

“Prepare her,” Zainab said to the older woman.

Selina trusted Zainab so she did not question the instructions. What followed was a session of physical therapy.

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…clean up my flaws…wear make-up…

The other girls helped clean up Selina’s flaws and taught her how to wear make-up and lace it with expensive perfume and Shea butter lotion. The older woman explained the tricks of the game, the rules and the tools used.

It was a brothel masquerading as a massage parlor.

At the time, the business was fresh and thus so lucrative in Dar es Salaam such that six months into the job, Selina joined the bourgeoisie class of the society. Round of applause…anyone?

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…here I am…on a strange roof gnashing my teeth….I miss home.

Ten years later and here she is, on a rainy night, on a strange roof gnashing her teeth at how she lost her soul to gain the world. She misses home. Back at home, her body was unsightly and dirty by dust but her dignity was intact and beautiful. She could dare lift her hands to the Holy one but with the filth they were presently dressed in, she dared not. She felt lost, too wandered off. But even if she found her way back, she would find bare ground and funereal ashes because the flames of the neighbor’s unkempt cooking stove caught up with my family two years ago. Her confession became her possession.

We’ve lost a friend or two to the world and in our continued involvement with them, we may have came to the realization that home isn’t necessarily where our families are but is also our life purpose or where we find peace and security, and that no matter how far gone we may be from home, we will always yearn to find our way back.cutmypic(6) I also learnt that if it was written in our destiny that we’ll go East, whether we opt to go North or South, one day we’ll have to go East and that’s when our lives will truly begin. It all boils down to accepting that, too often the short cut, the lie of least resistance, is responsible for evanescent and unsatisfactory success |Louis Binstock|.

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