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.'
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