Sikiliza

I plea for peace for Kenya in the only way I know how...I appeal to you all with gentle words...let us not resolve our differences with violence.... For my friends who are laying their lives on the line for the love of our country I commend you... For the casualties of these elections I pray for your families…May your souls rest in eternal peace...martyrs of democracy... To my neighbors and friends let us put aside this tribal hatred and remind ourselves of this nation we struggled so hard to build... And for my friends out there and friends of Kenya...we appreciate your thoughts during this trying time.... Najivunia Kuwa Mkenya....I am proud of being a Kenyan ~Sikiliza~ " Listen "

My Wonderful Kenyans......... In this important period of exercising our democratic right at the polls...and as we await the results.. I appeal to you all to please be calm and peaceful... Let us not raise a hand to another brother, create and cause havoc... I appeal for you to await a new Kenya... ~Siki~

Wakenya nawaomba tia maanani ujumbe wa amani Epukana na siasa za peni mbili, wacha wizi…. wacha vita Tunapoilaki mwaka mpya, tujipe moyo kwa yaliyopangiwa siku zijazo Nawatakia sikukuu njema yaliyojazwa na fanaka na baraka chungu nzima…

Each time you put me down Each time you hurt me Each time you salt my wounds You’re only proving to me and the world how strong I am Strength is tested in difficulty and the harder you make life for me The greater I get…. I will grow to dizzying heights My light will shine so bright It will burn your eyes So three cheers to you who by hurting me make me soar to heights No one could fathom I would ever reach I will be a legend that you will want to remember to forget… And, I am here to stay…

I love Mondays…… I have to tell you how I acquired some two new best friends.... CID officers in Nairobi Central Police Station. This all happened on Monday so I just want to reiterate the fact that Mondays are in fact my favorite day of the week…..A feat that I realize is unique to me…but then again, I am Sikiliza and have been known to have macabre and weird tendencies… It all started when I was stopped dramatically (with sting-operation-like qualities) in the streets of Nairobi on Monday morning and suspected of being a car thief…err yes I know how silly it sounds…Sikiliza a supposed car thief. For those who know and love me and haven’t fallen off their chairs laughing perhaps would recall that I am a certified pedestrian. Not so much because I cant afford to own my dream car…but also because I have never thought of a vehicle an asset (unless I want a ride, but I can count on matatus, cabs or friend’s cars for that) I would much rather buy land or a house frank...

My brother and I crashed a party once in the mid nineties going on at some poshish 5-star hotel poolside in the city. As soon as we got there we saw a bride and groom a bridal party and immediately warmed up to it and immediately felt right at home like we were meant to be there. Wedding receptions are such nice parties to crash because you can pretend to know at least one of the people getting hitched. We notice lots of disapproving stares but our stuff-you attitude got us by…Besides we figured that the only possible reason for the stares was the fact that we were very casually dressed...and that is a real understatement! So the extroverts we were, we decided to give the bride and the groom compliments, hugs and kisses…wishing them the best in their new life. Everyone seemed flustered by the move including the bride and groom who had their jaws open. It did not bother us so much then and immediately proceeded to help ourselves (quite generously I might add) to the well spread food pla...

Pillow fights – those were the only legal fights allowed in the house. We'd send missiles across the living room ducking behind the chairs as the pillows scuttled across the room leaving trails of feather stuffing. It was a delightful game of war me, my brother and sister played staging ourselves on different corners of the sitting room. I was the youngest….the baby sister (kid sister sometimes) at first there was threat that I would win the game because I was the only left handed in the family (and apparently we aim good) but honestly I sucked that the game. My head always popped up from behind the sofa in time to get a pillow hit me square on the face. Usually, the trophy for this game was loads of laughs and teases from the winners to the looser (in this case the one who got hit more) – most of the time I was a sore looser and tears would spring up as soon as the poking fun began and I would run to mama and tell on them. Sometimes to really piss them off I would tell our oldest ...