Anniversary Confessions

As promised, I am delivering. Here is 100% truth of my little journey after college. The truths that have not brought me down but motivated me to work harder. Truths that am proud of.

Today is like 31st December at my work place. I am fully 2 years old at my current workplace. Two years ago (24/9/2012), I official started my internship, had not yet graduated though. I was very hopeful. Two months out of school and here I was, working with one of the biggest organization in Kenya. I dint take it as an internship, but dove into doing my best. Two years later, I look back and am so proud of myself. The baby ideas I have seen grow into projects, social media to be precise. I never knew one could earn form chatting with guys on Facebook, twitter and linked in. I now understand blogging a little better. I see Instagram as a marketing platform, way before IG admins thought of incorporating the feature into it (yes, soon you will have those disgusting pop ups). I have grown professionally, mentally, financially and even physically. I thank God for this opportunity that he has given me.

I am a VERY emotional being. Through this journey, am still trying to learn how to handle my tears, temper and feelings. I am still learning how to trust people. Maybe I could not have the total stock taking per se but I know I still have a lot to do.

When I started working, I had just moved out. Straight from college, with the little luggage I had. A little clothes, two pairs of official shoes. I have never really had a luxurious life (I have been given Ksh. 150 as pocket money in high school, that’s like two dollars) and I thank God for taking me to KIMC where we had three square balanced meals. Even without a cent, I still had a roof over my head and I would not sleep on an empty stomach. Thank God I had an aunt, I call Mum, who once in while I would visit and she or my uncle would give me some money, enough to replenish my wardrobe in Ngara . Once in a while when things were good, my mum would take me for shopping when I was on holiday. And trust me two pairs of brand new outfits at garissa lodge in Kisumu was halleluyia ! My savings would always ensure that my hair remained on point. I have a weakness on going to the salon more than I should go or afford.

Before the job, I moved in with my cousin. We shared rent for a two bedroom ( Ksh. 8000 in total ). Since I had no bed, I still had to sleep. I got some cheap mattress that lay on some newspapers on the floor to prevent the mattress from absorbing moisture. For almost six months, that was my cosy bed. Outside, every day I left for job, you would never imagine what it was like. I rem in January 2013, I spent to the last penny that at one point I had to rely on one meal. I was tough. My mum would call me and almost tear (maybe she cried secretly) but had no option. It’s a life I had decided to take, so I lived it. I had started to make friends. Luke and David . They held me through this. David was funny. He would take me for smokie dates after church; go for log walks and just talk. He made me feel at home in church and gave me crazy drives in their family pick up. He always made me feel special. He still does. He is one pal I thank God for. Luke would take me for yoghurt dates at Taj mall. He would narrate to me how life has not been all rosy to him too . Though I never told him, he is one friend who literally lifted me up. Watching the stars from the balcony to calling each other when the world was going downhill for any of us. It was not easy, but we managed. We also watched football together. I even made a new friend through him, his brother mark. I loved how hard they worked.

The day I bought a bed!!! hehehe!Omera! you don’t want to imagine. You can never imagine the satisfaction and pride. I called my mum, siz, and bro to break the news. I was so proud. I sat on my bed and felt that finally the Lord had redeemed me. I remember how good it felt. It’s one moment in my life I will never, ever forget. I went out, bought some pasta and chicken ( my favorite meal) . I could not help smiling.

Through this job, I have put smile on peoples face. Through this job I have been able to thank God. Through this job, I have had the opportunities to meet people I never thought I would ever meet, been to places I had never been, did things I thought were reserved for special kind of people. I thank God for giving me the opportunities to serve Kenyans and I pray that he will give me more years to realize my dreams. I pray that God will expound my territories and allow me to fulfill my late brothers dream of flying my mum out of Kenya.

It is not all rosy, I have had challenges, but today I choose to celebrate the blessings of God in my life.

N/B: This day also marks a year after a friend of mine passed on, Ruth Ogara. I knew her through her sister and my *better half* Lydia. Ruth was a woman who very sincere. We miss you Ruthie, your siz has never stopped loving you. I see the pain in her eyes and wish that one day she will be happy, just as you were. I still look at my Ankara dresses and handbags and wish I had more from you, but you are no more. I pray that you are happy wherever you are. Your Mum, dad, Bro and sisters miss you. My late bro also used to say how beautiful you were. I hope in the other world you two are buddies. It’s sad that you are gone, and am writing this while crying but I know you are in a better place. Leedee has been one person that has always been my wing man. We have gone through a lot but when go back to our little home; we still find time to laugh about it. Your family has turned out to be close pals to mine. And I really thank God that I knew you and your family. We will never forget you but since its anniversary post, I choose to celebrate your generosity, warm heart, hard work and loyalty to those you loved. I year on, I celebrate you Ruthie

Formula one + Tennis Concoction

My anniversary post is still in the making . However I have some juicy weekend gossip from US open and Monza tracks for the Italian GP .

What a weekend it was!!! For the lovers of football like me, it was a slow weekend. No EPL so the international fixtures don’t bring so many thrills unless is the deserving revenge by Argentina against Germany. Luckily for me, I was breaking all the knuckles and banks betting and hoping Tennis and Formula one would bring not only a smile but also some money .
My bets,
1. Hamilton would win the Italian grand prix and Vettel would not make a podium finish
2. Serena would once again beat some ass , like almost literally , at the US open women singles
3. Djokovic would be in the US open men singles finals VS a top four, most likely my old boy Federer.
Looking back at the Monza practice and Riccardos” win at the Belgian GP, I was almost sure that Redbull would spoil the Mercedes party. I feared Valtteri Bottas of Williams would also make me eat humble pie considering his recent almost constant podium finishes. Luckily Lewis Hamilton qualified 2nd position on the grid, though was quickest in the first practice, and I just prayed (literally) that Nico Rosberg would not eff this time round.
It’s Sunday and only into the first lap Hamilton’s ERS system fails to start sending me to most gruel, nerve wrecking 53 laps, dented hopes of max 25 points from him is all I had. If you do watch formula one, you get this. When you hear those voice messages from teams and a possibility of pitting in the 3rd lap, while still on soft or medium tires, you know what it means. Having witnessed all the kind of Drama in the Mercedes Team in the recent past, I was pretty sure with the kind of unfolding events, a small collision with Nico would blow up the sportsmanship in Mercedes faction. Luckily, after some careful navigation and some really good work form the Mercedesteam, Lewis got all the max 25 point. The get away with the boys might also have healed a great deal. He looks all the winner part and this going to be a hunt to the end. But still, Nico came in 2nd. 19 points is not bad considering the 29 point gap advantage he still has. The most sensational part of the whole thing is that, Constructors championship is almost a closed chapter and Mercedes are taking this! Yes! I don’t care who takes 2nd, 3rd, 4th… all that matters is that Redbull are chasing but with foregone conclusion of no top honors .
It was time for some racquet, US Open, celebrity filled event. It was a very common interest for the lovers of sets, rallies, volleys, grunts (yes, Serena is good at this), drop balls, amps and smashes to glue to this event. My silly celebration started when my boy Federer came two sets down to beat Monfils in a thriller quarter. Trust me, that where I celebrate while soaking my hankies. Such sweet victory. The celebration was even more buttered when Djokovic lost to the Japanese Nishikori .I was almost sure of Federer running away with this one. However, it was short lived. In straight sets, Cilic sent Federer packing in the Semis. So painful.
The only real tennis redemption joy for US open now lay in Serena. With her recent shaky performance, I could help be wary of an upset from Caroline Wozniacki. Just to note, after her break up from Rory McIlroy, she went down, picked up herself and overpowered Roberta Vinci 6-1, 6-1 to win the Istanbul Cup final and clinch her first WTA title of 2014 and personal 22nd title. I dread the energy guys from a break up bring into the courts. Especially of it’s anything to do with Rory and Caroline. Luckily, I stopped doubting the Williams energy .At 30 plus, the mojo in that woman is one to behold. Smash, slice, end to end, balls “flying” at some unimaginable speeds, this is the living tennis. In I hour 15 minutes and straight sets of 6-3 6-3 , it was 18th grand slam to her name , $4 million (320 million shillings) richer and a record of 4th most women singles in the tennis history. It was the 3rd US open title in a row for the younger Williams sisters, one shy of Evert’s 4 title record. Trust the “mazgwembe “ ( her kind of legs as called in Kenya) .
With The men’s Final, I have no favorite but I think Kei Nishikori will prevail over Marin Cilic.