We have different tastes and preferences I must confess. Some of the reasons as to why we are attracted to a certain category of people and totally repelled by another is a question we will have to ask God. Sometimes I think it is some sort of God’s sense of humor. If we all loved light-skinned men, what will happen to those who are, well, blessed with melanin. If we all loved voluptuous women, where will the rest of us go? So God’s sense of humor made your poison my cup of coffee. And that is a great equalizer.
I see her and see love personified, I see an aspect of God called love, love unconditional. I see my mum and I know that I am loved and forever will be. I see her and I see a home because her heart can carry so much. I see an intercessor that teaches her kids where true strength is obtained. I see her and am grateful that she chose to build her home with her two hands. I see her and realize that unless the Lord builds a house, those that build do it in vain. I see her and see my Proverbs 31 woman.
The only difference between a bus scenario and all the others is the fact that in a bus once you are in, there is no alighting without a cost, neither are life commitments. So before boarding a bus you have to make sure that you are okay with whatever service they are offering. I mean, is the car old or new, does it allow luggage, is it a shukisha beba kinda vehicle or will it take you to your destination express? Will it use the service lanes or you will have to alight huko mbali because they do not want to leave the highway. How is the music on the bus, is it playing gengetone full-blast or soft music? Well, we are busy Kenyans and we have to make sure that every coin we spend gives us value for our money. The only place you can make all this demands is when you are yet to board; otherwise, once you have boarded the mat, the tout and his driver are the bosses. However, sometimes our exhaustion of waiting at the stage for long might blind us to the fact that we end up accepting mediocre. This is especially true because of the curfews that have been stipulated by the government. So we settle, bora ufike home.
Yes You are Amazing Just The Way You Are
Blinking includes saying sorry when you have wronged someone. You will never be right about everything, and being right doesn’t feel so good after all when the other person ends up being hurt. What is the point of being so right and so alone? Apologizing doesn’t make you weak. It makes you the bigger man, as I said earlier.
Blinking sometimes is compromises. She is not 100% as you envision her to be but is there anyone like that on the planet? He might not fit the “list,” but 70% is an excellent place to start. Go easy on finding Mr. or Miss Right and work on being the Right one yourself.
I was not as bold as Mommy, in fact, I don’t even have the “scars of honor” that most people show when they are all grown trying to narrate how they got a particular scar. I do not have a burn, never broke my hand or foot to a point of getting a cast or even a band-aid. Let’s just say am flawless (apart from pricked pimples here and there). I feared everything, even puppies.
Now that I am “free,” I actually do not think I am free to date whoever I want, I actually do not want to date for the sake of it. For every outfit I choose or date I go to, I sort of feel like my future kids are asking if that man is the best daddy I could get them; I know it is crazy. Every time I choose an outfit, there’s the voice in me that asks if that outfit would bring glory to God.
During my graduation, one of my aunts said that the next event they want to attend at home is my Ruracio. Expect so much pressure from your peers, family, and friends. Expect lots of “are you dating?” “ruracio ni lini?” the list is endless. Society already has a deadline in their minds for everyone, don’t try to please them. Walk your path. It’s ok to date at 26, and it’s ok to get married at 30,
I will never understand pursuit from the man’s perspective, the guts it takes to ask a girl out for the first time. I will never understand the fear of being rejected; the strength it takes to pick up the pieces of yourself when she says it’s not mutual. The courage it takes to go ask again for clarity or for confirmation that she’s actually not playing hard to get. I will never understand the bravery it takes to ask another, and another, and another until you finally get the one that would say yes. I would never understand the confidence it takes to convince a girl that you are the one and the future is brighter for you if only she gives you a chance.
Is it not amazing how the girlchild has been wired to desire and yearn for marriage or should I say the wedding? I mean, the wedding gown is just an […]