GUEST BLOG POST: Letter to my mother

Finally I got a very good friend of mine to post on the blog, Louisa has a way with words that not many have and it has made her in the recent past win some goodies....which she did not share with me  (sigh) .ooh well just to show that I have forgiven her, I posted this for you guys:

P.S: The picture shows how she was at 6 months..lol...seriously

Mummy,

Hi! How are you doing today? I pray that you are fine!
Mom, I'd like to tell you something, and this may take a while, so seat back, relax and read...
I thought of all the words to describe you but I couldnt actually get any. Neither can I describe the feeling! But we are from way back!!

Oh mom, I can vividly narrate the stories of the day I was born, because you let me know of the tiniest of details. How you were only two women in the ward, anxiously awaiting for their babies on a Sunday morning. How you had even named me months before, and made sure my big brother knew "weeza" was on the way. It tickles me how you laugh when you tell me that I kicked so hard, you even knew and decided I was the final one. Mom, you amaze me!! How you kept that newspaper of the day I was born, to date! I am truly special to you.

You first noticed I was crying more than usual, and as usual mother's instict was right. You rushed me to Gertrudes Hospital as soon as you could. I was only a baby who couldnt speak for myself yet, but you understood my language. I know all this too well because I am constantly in contact with you, catching up on all the days, even those before you knew me. Anyway, the problem was serious, I had to go under the knife, but you were with me all through till I recovered and was back home! Thank you for being there, and for understanding me...

You introduced me to God at a young and tender age. We would always go to church, and I remember racing with my brother towards you after Sunday school, to show you how I'd colored a Bible character. You would always say it was beautiful, I appreciate the encouragement I got from you. Not only would we race for that, we would have olympics daily when you got home from work! Mind you this olympics included the family cats! We would run to hug and welcome you, as well as check the paper bags for any goodies you had brought. And after you had relaxed, you would let me play with your hair as you watched "Neighbours", I would make matutas till they gradually transformed into 'lines' commonly known as cornrows. Thank you for letting me use you for my practice.

How can I forget the days I had a tooth removed!! So dramatic I tell you. Running to the chicken house, dodging all of you! That was funny! But even after the pain (I only cried the first time by the way), I was excited, because I knew a tooth fairy would visit over night! The way you made us believe in a tooth fairy- magical! The next day I'd be feeling like Moi (yes, Moi was the richest man in the world to me that time), having 5 shillings with me. I would even care to smile with the "mapengo", cause I felt like a million bucks, affording one bob lollipops! I had fun! I wish I could still have a tooth removed, and run back to you as my well known fairy!

I remember my first day of school! We were only five, and we would learn in an old car, and how I had cried for you when you left! How I couldnt look back at you leaving, because it was so painful for me to watch my mother leave. I still cant bare watching you leave even for a week, you know me!
Its funny how you say I was a chatterbox! Yet you still say I was very hilarious! How would I have made you laugh if I wasnt talking? We laughed today about how when I was 3, I run screaming "SIMBA", only for people to come out and find a donkey innocently grazing at the compound! Am glad you found me funny. Thank you for sharing laughter with me..

How about the days there was no electricity at night? Those were fun! You would teach us hymns, and we would sing along all night long! Huh! I remember you taught me to have so much faith! Telling us to sing louder to "There is Power" because if we did the lights would be back! My!! We sang and it always worked, even if it was hours later!
The days we would sit at the dining to eat, feels like a century ago. Waah, those were torturous! Especially when we were having chapati! Do you recall how one day I perfectly squeezed a chapati in my fist, and put my hand behind my back? Then I gladly showed you my empty plate, as I sign that I had finished eating! But poor me, my brother decided to snitch and you had to sternly return me back to the table to finish. Am sorry for having played games on you...

Birthdays! Cant forget these, they happen every year! You made these special, you still do...
Mom, you bought us gifts once in a while, we felt loved. The day you bought us bicycles!! That still is in my top 10 countdown of favourite days ever! You surprised us! Nothing as special as a surprise from a loved one. I remember how you all laughed at me when I was heading for the gate at high speed, and shouting "MOM! BRAKES!" I ended up crushing at the gate! Anyway, I bring this up just to remind you that I trusted in you and you were and still are my 911.

Primary school days, oh my, these were epic! I think this was the only time I got a thrashing from you! But I applaud you for the discipline, because it is from it that I am the person I am now. Bringing you homework to sign, and you had to counter check it! While you were checking I would steal glances at the TV and thats when you would hit me with a biro on my head to get my concentration and attention. That would really irritate me by the way, I would sometimes feel like you were against my happiness; but now I can only say I appreciate that- for you taught me to listen.
I remember telling you how other kids in my class commented on how tiny I was and even asked if I was sick. How some would make fun. I still remember the face you made, and how disgusted you were at their remarks especially on the "sick" bit; but as usual you always found a way to make this tiny girl happy! School was school and those were bad days- but we faced them together, thats all that matters. You made me appreciate myself.
I remember how gently you taught me about sexuality, and told me to be careful about every decision I made regarding this. You basically outlined what was right and wrong. Not many people get to talk to their parents about sex, so I take that as a privilege. You handled that well mama...

I cant forget when you had a transfer to Eldama Ravine. I was in class 8, but I would cry when you were leaving. We would escort you to the stage, and I would be sobbing on our way. You would be only gone for a week, but life without you those weeks wouldnt be the same. I would always think of Friday, and wait for you to arrive back home. The weekends were so short then! That was one tough year, but it made me stronger and I learnt to appreciate the time I spend with you much more.
Time passed and I had to leave for high school, I still remember the shopping you did, ok I admit I only remember the chocolate, crisps and juice... my favorite snacks! You always know what's my favourite, thank you for being keen on me. We exchanged lots of letters those four years, making me laugh at how you signed them off- "reporting for... love, Mom". Visiting days were awesome! You always made sure you cooked sumptuous meals, and had my cousins visit as well. I treasure those days, I treasure you.. Talking of cooking, I just have to mention how great a cook you are! Pilau, biriani, mahamri, anything just name it- you have perfected the art of culinary skills! I am more than happy to be your student. I have learned so much from you, and learning never stops you know!

So time flew, and it was time to join campus! The first day of KU, you spent all day with me. I queued up, and let you sit and wait. It took the whole day, but you were patient. I always acknowledge patience as a virtue. I remember calling you crying on September 15th 2010 (am such a cry baby, aint I?), mind you I was in second year, but still when things went wrong I was never afraid to call you and run back to you crying. Then another night I called you again, this time not in tears but in total disappointment. In the middle of the night, was it 2 or 3am? I remember vaguely. Sorry I scared you at that hour, but thank you for not turning me down or getting frustrated with me. You listened and advised accordingly... because to you I am still your child, regardless of my age.

2013 December, when campus "honeymoon" was finally over, you supported me all through! You were proud of me, and I know you still are proud of me. You may not know but I shed a tear when I saw you carrying that pizza and black forest, smiling and writing that card hurriedly; congratulating me on my graduation! I shed a tear because regardless of how grumpy I was that day, you tolerated me and still made me feel special. God knows how that graduation overwhelmed me, and used you to make it a better day!

Mom, I may have fallen at times, but you still have that soft spot for me. I am sorry for times I may have angered you- I didnt mean to and it was never my intention. Forgive me. Am sorry at times I may have disappointed you, but you still stick with me.
I said I had alot to say, oh well, thats what I wanted to say and many more. It was my aim to remind you of all the days, because you have been with me all the days of my life. Thank you for all the virtues you have instilled in me, for I know I am a better woman because of what you have taught me.

Thank you for your undying love, firm discipline, constant support, hearty laughter, pat on the back, chest to cry on and shoulder to lean on. Thank you for always making me laugh, when you break into dance, especially when you do MJ moves! Oh, and when you make the "adam lambert" face, so funny! I will always have precious times with you, by your side, and my prayer is that God will reward you for all you have done, not only for me but also to others you have touched with ripples of your kindness.

I am living a happy life because you are in it! Thank you for accepting who I am, and loving me the way I am. I treasure you Mom and more than anything on/in this world I LOVE you!

Lots of love,
Louisa
(always and forever mummy's girl)

Proverbs 31

GUEST BLOG POST: JOY

This post was written by a close friend of mine, when I read it I got teary-eyed because I was amazed by what God is doing in her life and she can actually say this:

p.s she has a crush on sponge bob

I'd earlier promised to drop a guest post on this blog. But how I forgot and dismissed it I dont know. All I know is that I am ready to write now.
I am writing this at a bank. And guess  what, its "back-to-school" so I have all the time to write...
My ticket says 57 more customers ahead of me, oh boy...
The bank is full, its quite stuffy in here. In the background is a crying baby, and also the full blasts of matatus passing by.
Apparently, the average waiting time for me is one hour, twelve minutes and thirteen seconds. I sit down patiently like the rest waiting for my turn. After all patience is a virtue!

Enough about the bank! Today I woke up feeling great! You know at times you hear the alarm and you want to knock it down, cursing why the night was so short!! But today, I actually had a different feeling all together. Oh, I forgot to let you know that I dont need my alarm to go off to wake up. Anyway, as I was saying, this morning I woke up basking in glory and joy. Regardless of any situation I may be going through, there was a deeper feeling from within. More of overwhelming happiness and radiance, I cant explain it but I knew the day would be great. So let me share with you my joy for the day, by letting you know that in everything you do, allow God to be your priority and all will be well. Spirituality and happiness are things I may find hard to explain, but I know being content with the Lord is definately related to my happiness. And in my state of happiness and comfort, I wont forget to acknowledge the Lord, for it is His doing.

Today, I want to appreciate my great and supporting family, for their undying love and support; and my friends who automatically become my family. Sometimes life gets a little rough, and all we need is a bit of joy in our lives, talking about it too doesnt bring any harm!
This to all the great days ahead of us...

Psalm 118:24  This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Proverbs 15:13 A happy heart makes the face cheerful, but heartache crushes the spirit.

Ladies: Through His eyes

Through the media's eyes we are NOT meant to  be anything above size 6, we are meant to be light skinned (well, until Lupita brought in the new light), tall, our skin is meant to be flawless, our teeth to glitter like we walk around with a mirror in our mouths to reflect the sun,...

We chase down men who we think are the finest things in town, we then sell ourselves short in order to keep him interested, we compromise, we stick to him and label ourselves as "a ride or die chick" even when he is busy lifting every skirt in town, even when he treats you like a doormat and a punching bag.

We are busy trying to emulate the so called IT-GIRLS because  that's what the world calls sexy, so we dress like them and end up looking like we had been running away from a lion trying to reap our clothes off, we end up partying like them and sleeping around with every muscle filled idiot who will tell us that we are hot because we drop it like its hot.

The enemy has us so deceived that we no longer see ourselves through God's eyes...instead we have found our identity from the world which leaves us broken, desperate and lost.

I just want to remind us to look at ourselves through His eyes...because through His eyes you are:

Beautiful....exactly the way you are...you are breathtaking...because He calculated every part of you before He put you together...your eyes, nose, hips, lips, your complexion...He saw you and He was pleased. 

A precious jewel....so you are meant to be  pursued and handled with care...a diamond does not lose its value because the person wanting to buy it cannot afford it...its something priceless that the owner keeps it safe and protected.

You are a daughter of a KING, so you are a princess...anyone who wants to have you must first go through the king..you are precious to Him such that if you let Him keep your heart He will allow the right man to have it at the right time.

Amazing, talented, smart, creative... you can achieve things that are beyond your wildest dreams...

Unique, loved, worth more than what people have labelled you....

Remember ladies....A man loved you so much that He died for you...so stop chasing down someone who does not want you, stop trying to emulate some other chick because the world calls her sexy...just be you.., stop struggling being in unhealthy relationships and let God write your love story....stop getting your identity from the world and get it from Christ....

See yourself THROUGH HIS EYES.