She is a thief,
one who has mastered the art of theft and cares not who her victims will be.
She preys on those you least expect with no remorse, whatever may that be?
She knows no race, color or religion,
no family ties, bonds or friendships.
She cares not anyway, her only purpose, away the ships must sail.
Why not #TembeaKenya to a county you have never been to? A weekend away with friends, good food, laughter, love and a whole lot of new memories?
My thirst for travel is real and I think I am rubbing it off on my friends. I can’t seem to sit still and after Ethiopia, I still felt like I was not done. I was not “balling” enough to travel out of the country but I needed to scratch. I was itching for new adventure, new lands, I was itching to travel.
I reached out to my friend Vanessa and laid it down for her, there were no options, it was Travel or Travel. I got the ball rolling and she got the plans in place. Nyandarua county was not ready for the 10 eager young adults coming it’s way.
Only though, WE were NOT ready for Nyandarua county!!!
There is something about the fact that, today is the first day of the month that just happens to land on the first working day of the week, that has me in all good spirits and positive vibes. I also have to give it to the weather for sparing us with the cold and just serving us with all kinds of warmth and goodness.
A new month, a new start.
Take the reigns and make the most of it.
This is your moment .
se.cret : Something that is not properly understood; a mystery
: A valid but not commonly known or recognised method of achieving or maintaining something
This definition hits it right smack in the middle.
It captures everything that this is.
It captures exactly what the secret is.
A few weeks ago he asked me whether I had watched the secret and that if I hadn’t I should get right on it.I promised I would watch it soon but life happened and it was not until another two weeks, give or take, had passed that I watched it.
But pray do tell dear friend,
tell me, what better way to Be Africa if not by starting at the roots?
What better way to Be Africa if not by reading all things African, for Africa and by Africa?
But further still, do tell, what better way to Be Africa than to actually Travel Africa?
P.s. This post has NOTHING to do with summer, lol!
It’s what I always do.
I do it every time I feel like I need a time out, a time to breathe and recollect. I talk about it here all the time. My need for escapism sometimes. My intense longing to be with myself far, far away from that which is the norm ; the usual. A need for a new welcome.
I Bolt. It’s what I do best. I was born to run.
There are very few days I dread in a year,
even that one week I’m on my period doesn’t match up to carry the tag “dread” “dreaded” “dreadful”
one of those few days just happens to be Mother’s day.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”