Lake Bogoria

As you’ve read from my previous post here, we visited Lake Baringo first, checked into the hotel we were to stay at, Lake Bogoria Spa Resort, and then planned to visit Lake Bogoria the next day, with no particular hurry. Lake Bogoria was supposed to be near our hotel, theoretically. Google Maps had told us

A visit to Lake Baringo

I visited this lake while in high school. But as old memories go, I had only one recollection if it. Being in the lake, after a short boat ride and the boat people telling our class teacher to increase the agreed upon money so that they could take us further. Little did they know that

Hiking Nzaui

This should have been the first mountain I’ve hiked without reading anything about it. I searched for Instagram or YouTube videos on it, and I just got little snippets about the hike. Nothing conclusive. Except one person who said that the hike took them 9hrs 41 minutes, and in my head, I thought that they

Ngong Hills, 2021.

I have always wanted to hike Mount Kenya. To be on the highest mountain in Kenya. Obviously because it’s a challenge and a nice accolade to have as a hiker, but mostly to remind that little girl in me, that her passions, her desires, the weird things she enjoys, are valid. But my decision to

So what do we do now?

Today morning I found myself wondering, am I a nihilist? Do I find life meaningless? Utterly unsalvageable? Or is my inner system just utterly broken, and needs so much repair work for it to function? And for some reason this has reminded me of poets. The first poet was an editor friend of mine, who

Goodbye 26.

My partner was dissing astrology today on a light note. And it made me think about it. That regardless of what really happens out there in the world, that on a night like this, the stars aligned for my birth. And approximately nine months before, the stars had then again aligned for the beginning of

To live the life I want

To live the life I want, my life right now, as I know it , would have to change. I would first of all have to accept my dreams in their totality. Accept the call of the mountains. Accept the sound of rivers with my name on it. Accept River Congo and the fact that

Unless the tides change.

I miss bleeding in words. I miss the feeling after. Knowing that I’ve put my business out there, feeling too vulnerable with the world..and yet feeling safe. As if shame exposed doesn’t hold the same power. As if being vulnerable with the world is one little way to feel connected to it. To no one

The Prize.

Every time I am asked ” what do you regret?” My answer is always the same ” Worry. I worry too much”. I remember sitting with my therapist last year, as I went on and on about my confusion. I had either turned 25 or was about to. I didn’t know what I wanted out

This Song.

There is this song. Rhumba. Modern one, or is it called Lingala? Whatever it’s genre’s name is, it’s from Congo and it’s caught my attention. Like it started playing, and though I had heard it before, I had never watched it’s video till today, and for those 7 minutes, I was glued to the TV.