Random Thoughts in Machakos County


Machakos County

So my 30 Day Writing challenge was a bust, a failure, a goner…I guess writing is really not a simple thing, especially when you have little else that inspires you at that moment or any givem time for that matter. Lately my life has seemed to be on a “stuck in a rut” kind of mood. I feel like I am not moving in any particular direction, like I am going in sqaure circles.

By the way how do you know that your heart wants something or someone for that matter…forgive my random digress…I have no idea where this is going. I haven’t written in a while so any random thought that comes to mind will find itself here. I mean where else am I allowed to speak total non sensical crap 😯😯

Where I’m sitting its hot like crazy… Machakos County! I tend to wonder why are guyss from this side of Kenya are so light skinned with all this damnable heat! Second day here and I am already blackened like an earthen pot from “ushago” (the village) I literally have a black neckline from where the t-shirt I wear ends exposing my upper neck. Damn, I hope this discoloration is not permanent ata kama (even though)the hustle is real.

Okay, back to heart matters. Can you really trust the heart with your emotions and feelings without the mind questioning it? Who says the heart is always right? What if it is wrong? And you have already made up your mind to just go with it.

Lovely grafiti on that matatu!

Heart matters B, heart matters. I have trusted my heart and ended up being hurt. I have also trusted my heart and ended up winning. So I’m confused. Should you or should you not listen to your blood filled organ in your chest that keeps beating regardless of the mood?

I love Reggea by the way. It just speaks to me in ways that other music does not, well except Rhumba, Jazz, Classic and Blues.. tuseme tuu (let’s just say) almost all music, but Reggea though… the randomness of this post is so random I am just putting random thoughts together. I should visit Machakos People’s Park so I can see all the hype about that place. I might as well, I am in Machakos aren’t I?

A black cat just walked by. Should it mean something? All that talk about taboos, beliefs or curses of the black cat are they really true? Some say it’s true only if you believe, others just brush it off. But that cat is just so cute how can it carry all those things that people claim they do? Maybe I should Champion the rights of cats, black cats specifically. Who’s in? No? Okay.

Can you believe I am seated in a Kinyozi (Barber shop) randomly writing this post? Maybe you shouldn’t. I mean how do you know if half of what you read on the www portal is actually true? Me you can believe, I promise. I have a photo evidence above ☝☝

Am I done with heart matters? Well that is a thought for another day. Let me allow my heart to decide on that. Emotions, feelings, thoughts tend to inter mingle and mush up into much confusion. Or is it the confusion that mushes into all those emotions and feelings?

I’m now in a matatu, the same one that got us halfway and refused to give us enough money to get to where we were going. Those who know Mombasa Road, the mat was to get us to Nyayo but it got to Bellevue and gave us back 10 bob! Ten shillings! When was the last time anybody paid ten shillings during rush hour! Even just from one stage to the next? We have rights! Phew! At least the lightning didn’t strike twice. I can get home in peace.

Hmmm, the clouds are gathering, maybe it will rain. I hear in Machakos it never rains and when it does the hot sun just makes the water evaporate. Speaking of evaporation and rain on dry soil, who here loves that smell of rain falling on dry soil? I swear there are days I want to fall on my knees and lick the earth. That smell is just too delicious my mouth is watering right now. Ebu nitafute mawe nikule! If I translate that I don’t think you will get the full effect of those words 😕😕. Hit my inbox or comment below if you want the translation. I’m mean aren’t I? I see you agree, yes you!

So Here! Here! To randomness of writing what makes and doesn’t make sense. I swear my brain does not work like that. I make sense, most of the time anyway, I really do.

Live in Burgundy moments


Day 2: 30 Day Writing Challenge


So here is day two of the challenge. So far I am having fun because I don’t really have to think about what to write about. And the topics are great because they are something I might not have thought about. I haven’t written for a long time so this challenge just came in time. I’m starting to feel inspired already and have that yummy feeling of writing something that is amazing and that you can share with people. I want to write more and so far I’m getting in tune with my creative juices that have been dried up for such a long time I was beginning to feel empty. Continue reading “Day 2: 30 Day Writing Challenge”

Randon Rants: An old diary entry


The joy of motherhood…I picture it like the feelings you get when you are biting into a cinnamon filled piece of moist chocolaty cake that you have been eyeing after a week’s diet where all you had to eat is oats and boiled broccoli. The anticipation as you lift it up to the mouth your tongue sliding back to receive the reward of your ‘hard labor’

I must be broody or something but I always thought that by the time I am 25 I would be having my third born at least, you know so I can just close the chapter and concentrate on raising them as I juggle it with career. But that was then when I did not know any better and I thought that pieces of life always fall back together easily as life came. Continue reading “Randon Rants: An old diary entry”