It's been a while!!

I know. Getting my act together has been extremely mind-boggling. Psst! Not that I am in perfect condition but hey. 
For the most part is has been fun getting to know my friends, and going to the beach to get a tan! Like I need one! 

The problem creeps in when, eating like a normal girl back in Nairobi, I have gained 10kgs. Now I will be liberal and blame it on the GMOs. It is not my fault my body recognized the difference, but now I have to count calories like a manic. If you would have told me six months ago that every time I looked at a meal I would become an instant mathematician, I would have laughed my head off. But duty calls. 

Oh yeah, I know most of my American friends are wondering what 10kgs translates to. The whole world uses kilograms, kilometers, meters and you stuck to pounds, miles and yards. Google is your friend people.
I have yet to unleash stories from the Maasai town I grew up in. I can only imagine the reactions. It is not bad, it is different. Just remind me, 'Tuesday market day- Maasai men all over.'

Miles Away and the Heart Grows Fonder...

Being so far from home has opened up a mine of emotions I never considered. The love I feel for my family, friends, and country is spookily over my normal dose.
You never realize how much you will miss the hustle and bustle of Nairobi, weaving in and out of traffic, not caring much for the traffic lights until you stand at a light for four minutes waiting to cross the road. Don't get me wrong, I love every new experience. It is just so different.

For example, walk into Galitos, you order your lunch and have a nice time hanging out. When you are ready to leave you walk out and go about your day- for those teenagers out on half term, it's probably a date. The one thing I love here is, you carry your tray away most of the time. Now for many that's a weird thing to be excited about. It's not done everywhere but it's my own little way of doing my part. I know, I know... crazy girl from Maasai land.

I miss you mom. Another funny thing is I am finally feeling like a spoilt last born!! AT LAST!! Mama calls constantly.See my mom has always been a fair parent. no one was ever spoilt, you all got what you deserved. Love and discipline reigned that household. I hope they last me in this new arena.

Of Laughter, Life and Fun Memories

I was born in one of the small towns in Kenya called Narok meaning ‘dark water’. From here on out, I will be telling stories of my childhood and the journey travelled to this point.

Picture a valley, with a stream running down the middle. It is green all around, and eerily quiet.