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So maybe some of you were right, may be not.. you decide.

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Adieu good people

It is a hyggelig (cozy) dark winter day with rain/slush falling from the sky.  We just got back home from day care. KK lies asleep in her pram and Nikh is watching “Monsters Inc” (in English)for the upteenth time while chumping away at a banana sandwich (yuck! me thinks… at the sandwich, but he likes.. so I fix it for him).

Thus the setting is in place for my farewell.

Ladies and gents, the time has finally come for me to bid you goodbye and farewell. It is has been some time in coming, I just had to make sure that this is what I wanted to do.

The reason is simply that I do not have much to say anymore. I have said myself out and that is all there is to it.

I want to say thank you to all of you who took the time out to read my blog and a special tak for those who took time  to comment. It was always a delight to read your comments.

I was going to delete the blog but my hubby’s words keep coming back.. “why not just say goodbye and leave the blog up instead of deleting it completely”. I am like that.. while hubby likes to “leave doors open” , I lock, close, destroy them and move on without looking back. That’s just me.

The same goes for my face book.  I WASTE A LOT OF TIME over at facebook. Here is the thing, the people who I actually keep in touch with, we do all our communicating over email, phone or face to face.. so I see no need for facebook. Many a time I find myself wasting wasting time  looking at pics of peeps I don’t know.. and I am like .. “what are you doing Mrembo”. In all truth, FB has added nothing to my life.

It’s been a swell 4 years, 8 months and so many days.

Take care, be good and God bless.

Sexual abuse

I am over at Oprah.com reading the recap of Tyler Perry’s interview with Oprah about the abuse in his life.. both sexual and physical. The physical from his dad and sexual from other adults. It was rather brutal.

For the longest time I used to think that child abuse of the sexual, physical and verbal kind was a preserve of white people only. That thinking kinda makes sense because the only time I ever heard of it, it was always about white people or people of the western world. We africans did not do such things.

Then I grew up and realised that just because we do not talk about it as a people i.e. Kenyans, Ugandans and dare I say Africans as a whole.. did not mean it did not exist in our communities.

Listening and reading  to Tyler Perry talk of the abuse and the aftermath leaves me thinking about the countless Africans who suffer in silence and have no where to go and carry all that baggage into adulthood never having a place to talk or confide and find release. How this baggage goes on to affect all the relationships they later try to forge and how the cycle of abuse sometimes gets passed forward from the victim. How one has to carry all this shit in their life until they go to the grave sometimes never having found peace.

For some reason of all the stars who have talked of abuse etc (and it does get a little tedious because apart of me begins to think, kwani everyone in hollywood was abused.. ala?) none of it has touched me like this.

Another part of me thinks about how can so many people be abusers. what happens to break a person like that.. The numbers are staggering because I can imagine for all those victims who come forth there are about 5 others (pure guess work here) that stay silent

Anyway.. I am rumbling but thought to share this interview with y’all. And if you suffered some kind of abuse you need to reach out to someone


For your pleasure

I found this website while looking at pics of this couple over at Essence.com. (by the way I think they make such a beautiful couple)

Fell in love with the website. Love the whole concept of engagement photos and the vintage photo shoots.

After having spent hours browsing I called hubby over to my comp and said… “you see this, we are so doing this some time, one day”


Blurry lines

My thoughts today:

Is there such thing as an ABSOLUTE in life?

Is there a clear line between right and wrong in all things or is it a matter of righter or wronger?

There is a part of me that is really mad, crazy, wild and evil and sometimes I enjoy embracing her.  She scares my husband and it scares me that it scares him because  its like he thinks I have no control over her. And maybe I don’t. Think Beyonce and Sasha Fierce

The idea of breaking all the rules periodically  appeals to me. Think robbing a bank or admiring the work of bank robbers

A long time ago I wanted to be an elite soldier, trained killer or assasin. The thought still appeals. Think combat training holidays provided by Black Water – ever had of them?

I want to learn to shoot a gun as well as automatics. Missed my opportunity after form 6. Could have gone to Kyankwanzi equivalent of national youth service but was too scared and Dad said absolutely no. Same way he said no to me joining the army after I had job hunted for like 4 months to no avail after uni. Mum was like.. okish (we have family members in the army and navy so the thought was not so frightening and alien I guess)

That said why is being an assasin, mercenary soldier, hooker, drug dealer so abominable in the eyes of society. There is no such thing as utopia and there never has been nor will there ever be.  There are situations that demand for the services of assasins and mecernary soldiers in order to maintain the well being of society at large, therefore the need for the assasin. So then how can an assasin be condemed to an after life of damnation if his services be required. Just like Judas, for the story of Jesus to be what it is Judas was required, so how can he be wrong for being Judas when his role was essential.

The same with hookers. Why do we turn up our noses at hookers when they provide a service evidently required by a vast majority of society. (lets for a moment put aside all the stories of coercion, victimisation and desparation. Think uni girls and sugar daddies)

Those lines aren’t so clear now are they.

Think about it

I’m just saying 🙂

Woi woiiii!

This had me shaking my head. What do you do as a parent and is there a boundary that when crossed allows parents to withdraw thier love?

The fact that he is a public persona makes it worse but then no worse than if it was Mary Joe’s mother/father living in anonymous town but then again it is worse cause when you are Mr Anonymous and your child does this, the whole world is not witness .

Me, I don’t know what I would do.

I feel for her folks and the folks of all those whose kids willingingly, with eyes wide open walk into this industry.


She inspires me kabisa, fashionwise that is.. (how she speaks is another story all together). I don’t always like what she has on but 90% of the time I am like “hot damn, I wanna get me one of those”..so one day.. I did hehehe.. here she is.The black and white outfit is from this year while she is in Spain on holiday and the shorts picture is from last year. Those shorts stirred up such a debat I was like “whaaat, if I had thighs that firm and cellulite free at 43 I would have shorts on 24hrs first lady or not.. wacheni upuzi!!

And below is me.  For the past 4 weeks I have been feeling ugly and fat. See I am not one of those women who glows or is radiant when I am pregnant. Instead I am fat, acne ridden and tired. I have been looking at pics of myself reminding myself that I am hot.

Me: Dec 2009 a few days before I found out I was pregnant with baby no. 2. Weight 76-78kgs


Me: March 2010 about 4.5 months pregnant. Weight: 80something Kgs


Me: August 2010 9 months pregnant. weighing a whooping 95kgs!

Don’t get me wrong, I am looking forward to having my baby. Infact everytime I feel a twitch or something unusual I am like 😀 finally! I cannot wait to get my body back and I am praying, praying that it behaves like last time. After my first born was born, I lost all the weight in a month. I have been told by the doctor and one of my aunts that it was from breastfeeding. My son was on breast milk and water only for the first5/6 months of his life before I introduced solids. He refused to drink any other milk until I stopped breastfeeding at 16months. Yes, that is how long I breastfed. When I stopped, it took him about a month before he tried cow’s milk or any other milk.

I intend to breastfeed for as long with this one, even when I return to work.
So now you know what I look like :-D. Enjoy for this is the second and last time lol!
(pssst… I am working on learning my way around youtube and editing videos.. when I get the hang of it, and start being more natural on camera as well as get rid of that ka-voice in my head that says “u too ugly to be on youtube” I will holla)
Gotta go clean up.. baba baby came home early and was a bit taken aback at the state of the house. What did I say “serves you right for coming home early” 🙂  Him and little boy are out grocery shopping. Laters