The Musings of Kajuzi!

So i get to Meru, and all i want is a hot shower and a peaceful dinner. But no.., i had to meet this man. This tall, dark and somewhat good looking,(yeah, if you squint your eyes, he could even be handsome), young man. He drives a KBW and is confident enough to shrub and rain saliva with no apologies while he talks. He is the new breed of younglings cropping up as a result of the devolved systems, a hopeful kind of people that are taking power at the grassroots. If he just sat there and closed his mouth, he could be tolerable, even likeable. But no, he had to go and open it. His mouth. As a true coastarian, I politely answer all his greetings and inquiries...,  ‘Do you like Meru? Have you seen the farms? Where are you from? Etc.’ After realizing that i am from the coast, he smiles cunningly, and moves his chair closer. ‘I hear the coast people are full of witchcraft, a friend of mine married a coastal girl and now can’t leave her no matter what he does’, ...

'I am hungry' He said She looked at him, as if seeing him for the first time. Yet he had been leaning on her leg for an hour now. 'I know' She replied. Angry. She looked around her. And quickly tried to choke down the emotion that was rising in her throat. Only that her quickly seemed like eternity. She could feel the ball of anger, more like a ball of fire, slide down her throat, slowly, as if on a mission to kill her. For a while she could not breath, did not want to breathe. She was suffocating. She closed her eyes.  She knew that if she let herself have the luxury of letting that breath come out of her, then the flood would follow. And she could not cry at this time. Not in front of him. ********* 'Dear Lord,I come before you this night' She started. She opened her eyes. Then closed them again. She could see a star moving around in the darkness. It distracted her. She opened her eyes again. Looked at her hands, clasped in prayer. She tho...

“Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over.” So take your time.., And as you wait for that time to come.., try out new things. And let them trigger your rebirth.

"The thing about little sisters, is that They spend so much time wishing they were elder sisters that in the end they're far wiser than the elder ones could ever be.” That's my sister, my not so little bundle of wisdom!  My little sister celebrates her birthday this week. Here is to reminding her, what she has always meant to me. :-)  <3 Growing up, I was the quiet one and she was the loud mouth of the house. My sister was always the life of the party, the charmer, the outgoing one. She was the dancer and the story teller, and whenever she was around, our house was always filled with laughter. She gave life to our days. And she still does. :-) But don’t let her smile fool you. This girl is tough. You know how people tell stories of their brothers or older sisters standing up for them during fights? Well for me, it was my younger sister. For a long time, she fought my battles.   She would always came through for me when those naughty teenage bo...

Almost three months ago, my very cool 'cul-de-sac' crew challenged me into becoming a  "Va-va-voom woman" Their words exactly! :-) They went ahead and invented a  sexy experiment mainly to help me up my game. And as you now, I failed the experiment. But i did promise that i would make a major comeback after being given pointers on how to bring my sexy back. To say the least, i was excited to begin my journey. Now, for those who don't know me, I have never really had any kind of fashion sense or style or anything to do with looking good.I am a natural. And at times proud of it! :-) I don't know why or how, but when it comes to matters dressing, saying i suck, is putting it way too mildly! I remember, immediately after high school, i worked in a salon for two years. It is here that i got to experiment with a little bit of beauty stuff; nail polish, fake eyelashes, new hairstyles.., i even got my second and third ear piercing and dyed my hair red d...

It has been a while since i jotted something down. Yeah...This has been one of those months. The crazy ones. The ones that eat you up, wholly, wholly, without chewing. And eyes dry, without a blink. The ones where you run up and down chasing people, deadlines, time, money, time...money. Trying to grasp what you seem not to reach. Stretching, straining. And as i sit here, all alone. In quiet stillness, except for the clicking of the keyboard keys. The ocean roaring. The chilly breeze dancing on my face, my arms. The sun disappearing into the next world. Darkness slowly creeping in. I feel a longing, a deep longing.., to fly. To soar up into the sky and stare down at the world. Not a care in the world. I slowly exhale and let all cares leave me. And i am just here. My mind clears. My heart lightens and my eyes brighten. And all i feel, for a moment, is calmness. If i could hold this moment still, exactly as it is.., let all else disappear, and sit, here, staring, into nothing. I...

For someone, who works in a women empowerment docket that advocates the unleashing and maximizing of human potential, sometimes i am tempted to think that nature has really short changed us, women. Or so i have been thinking, after one of my women challenged my training and my stand as a Mijikenda role model for young girls! I have been told over and over again that i talk too much! Of course i don't agree...heheheh! Believe me if i could tell you the things that i stop myself from saying, then you would agree that relatively i talk very little. Very very little! That aside. The woman forced me to start thinking. About life. The life of a woman. And the expectations of society. And her dreams. They say, reach for your dreams, go for it. There is nothing you can not do. And they get you all excited. You grow up, go to school, graduate, get a job and a man. You are in your late twenties...the time is ticking and biology waits for no woman. This is your life. You are suppo...