Weekend Musings

This Sunday we(A group of Pastors Kids) went visiting with the children in KNH. Talk about trying to walk in our parents shoes :) . And we got to bring in our friends too.  Yes, if you didn't know,  now you know.. I am a PK. A title I wear proudly despite the ooh so common notion that PKs (not the chewing gum. Pastors' Kids) are spoilt brats.  To be honest, I have had my fair share of that side.  Being God's grandchild (considering my parents are His children) isn't as cool as it sounds. The sneaking out of the house instead of just informing the parents that I will be out till late. I don't even know why I chose such hard roads. They would have let me go if I asked. Smh. However that's a Story for a different post. 

This has nothing to do with the post :)

Where was I, yes,  KNH's little angels.  Kids scare the daylight out of me. Really they do! They have the powers to see past any pretense and when they look into your eyes, I can bet they see right through them into your soul. Have you ever gotten a hug from a child? If you haven't, you have not yet lived. One hug brings down all the walls you might have put up and brings you to your knees. Broken... See why they scare me...

Waitheres and a little angel.

 Now these ones are a class above kids that I have been around. These kids have all the reasons to be sad and gloomy, have  long faces and I would understand that.  I mean I get a slight headache and Sometimes act like the entire world is about to end. Or one of those mornings I wake up with an extra forehead or none of the rings can fit my fingers and I am ready to throw in the towel. These angels were all smiles, oblivious to the reasons they were there.

The kids are a family.  They fought over who needs to have the remote control and sang along to the fronzen theme song. Sweetest thing ever! They knew each other's names and what ailed the other member of the family.

See why they scare me? I mean how can one be so selfless? So caring and at peace in the middle of a raging storm?

This week,  the challenge is to get out if my mind and into His will to be less of me and more of Him. To focus less on what I want, need, wish to have, and more of how can I be used by Him to make someone's day better, less stressful.

I couldn't leave without more photos. :) 

A TRIBUTE - TO AWESOMENESS!

Been a while since I walked these streets :) . Freight not I have not gone back home to planet Pluto … Not just yet earthlings. I don’t think I have ever done a blog on an individual and to be honest, the back spacebar has been over used on this writing. Do read on. A rugby player, Egerton graduate and *wait for it,*  A GEEK. Yes, I know that look you have on your face, a geek who is in touch with his athletic side. Super cool if you ask me.

One person to look out for who will be a millionaire very soon. The 4^th born in his family, grew up in Tudor, Mombasa and went to Augustine’s preparatory School then Agah Khan High School where he played rugby and was also an active member of the music and drama club. After which he was called to do computer Science at Egerton University in 2005.

That his father was a professional accountant who was keen on providing for his family a solid education was a push in the right direction. In 2012, his father passed away. His mother was into the business which  dealt with fashion and transport ( very interesting combination).

Remember when playing with video games was seen as a waste of study time? No? okay probably because you did not indulge :) . That is where one Mr David Mwawasi’s interest in IT was derived from. The dream was to become a programmer and take over the world like pinky and the brain but the bills gave him the KICK (in inception. If you haven't watched the movie,  erm,... ). A job at ZUKU became the daytime job. Dreams have a way of feeling or looking ooh so elusive :/. Since this is not one of those sad stories ;), there is a silver lining : 


An opportunity to work on a networking project in the UN creeped up on the daytime job and Baam! just like that it was out the window. It was after the project that our geek joined forces with DR samier Muravvej, and NEOTECH was born. Neotech deals with local revolutionary apps and software solution.

The company’s plan is to create revolutionary and impactful IT products unique to the local demographic in all of Africa see what I was talking about, a millionaire in the making! 

Mr. David Mwawasi!

TRIBUTE

Been a while since I walked these streets. I see nothing much has changed. :)

FARE THEE WELL

You are home Uncle. I hope your reception was good. :) With angels giving you loads of hugs and shoulder bumps and showing you all around!I hope you still remember aunty Kate, give her a hug from me, tell her Her cakes will always be out of this world. Tell her I graduated from Campus and that it was a great day. Mum was so proud and happy and I wish she would have made my cake. 

I know you are a newbie up there but it's okay, Jesus is there with you! Ask Him for a hug, I know He gives the very best! Do visit please, don't you dare be a stranger for I know you will never be forgotten. I still don't know why you were so scared of father, he is all talk uncle, all talk. You, him, and babu look so much alike, think that's why you were always my favorite:). However just like I'll never tell father I love him, I never got to say I love you!

Thanks for taking us like your own flesh and blood. You are such an awesome being! 

Sleep well uncle, sleep well. 

Don't worry about aunty, she will be fine. She's gat Jesus watching over her. Ian and Macharia will always carry your legacy. I will tell my babies just how an awesome uncle you were. And even if I don't say this in your send off. You had a golden heart. 

Sleep well uncle Dan, sleep  well

Hoarder ALERT!!!

Turns out, and I am finally coming to the the acceptance that I am a hoarder.

Yep one who  accumulates, collects, and stores things/emotions/letters/and occasionally people. Yep I'm that girl who will be the last to know that she's been dumped or that everyone else has moved on to other places/other stages/other callings/ yes and other girls. 

All this is because I hoard everything!!. Explains why I still can't I let go of that first letter I got 2562days ago...I mean it's been long enough wouldn't you agree. Or the empty perfume bottle that has been taking up way too much space on my dresser. Now there's no room for new perfume and the clutter is quite perturbing.

Prolly it's because that letter takes me back to a time when I was head over heels in love with one who was so wrong for me but made me feel ooh so right. Or the scent that took me back to a time when my world revolved around him. Now all that's several lite years ago. May it's time to let go. Like really let go of it all. 

Let go of the letters - No one does that any more right. 

Let go of the empty bottles- they just emphasis more on just how empty I am..

Let go of the hurt- doesn't even build me a hut to shelter me from scorching sun or even a hat to keep me from getting sun burns. All it Does is cause my heart to ache.

Letting things go. 

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