Can you smell that? That’s the smell of the now decaying flowers sacrificed for you on the 14th day of this month; I hope you are happy and that that love hasn’t gone stale. I know, I know, I sound like a hater, so I’ll shush. Valentines aside, was February good to you? Are you ready to escape the heat that’s Nairobi? I know I am, the dust too. While I plot my escape, let’s take stock, shall we?

Making a conscious effort to eat all the mangoes I can before mango season ends. My current diet is ‘see mango, eat mango.’

Cooking tea… but seriously, I don’t think I’ve done much cooking (or eating ) in the month of February. It’s been so bad, I can’t recall the last time I finished a meal in one seating.

Drinking so much coffee, you should see me at the end of the day! I’m your friendly, jittery neighbour.

Eating, ermmm mangoes, I thought we covered this.

Reading Black Diamonds, I just picked it up this morning and hopefully will be done with it by the time you read this. ( I am, finished reading it a couple of days back and now I have no idea what to do with myself.) I was reading Blackass before this and I struggled so much, I have no idea why I never gave up on it – probably because it came so highly recommended. Towards the end though, I kept praying for more chapters.
ION I know we’re all into different things and genre but presently, I have close to no patience for anyone that’s not reading African lit. First of all, y’all are the people that have no qualms sharing ebooks on email. Also, I know we were raised on it but white writing can read like boiled rice sometimes.
This is also an opinion that might shift or broaden in the next coming months.
Having said that, I need a copy of 2Fish.

Wearing so much black. Lord! Who’s this child.
On the real though, a full face of makeup which is cute and earlier today, I was telling a friend that I’m not ready to ship my butt home because ermmm not enough people have seen this beat. (It’s gorgeous, trust me.) and it reminded me of a conversation I had with myself last week on makeup and looking pretty.

I woke up really late this morning and I already take three years in the shower, so there was no time to mess with a cat eye, foundation or whatever other madness so I jumped out of the house fresh faced and seating in the jav, I remember wondering, wondering is putting it mildly, I worried that I wasn’t as pretty without blue mascara aiding the curls of my lashes and it hit me really hard… that to be pretty is more than an extra layer of (really gorgeous but) store bought stuff and I needed to be kinder to this body; my soul lives there.
I’m still wearing making up, after a five day break.

Wishing for a lot. I’ve wanted a copy of Shonda Rhimes’ book for a long while… I haven’t bought art in a couple years and miss the thrill of it all (ha!)

Wanting for my neck of the woods to have better water services.

Playing today? J Hus’ Common Sense. Masego is always a bop and I think I’ll forever stan Tatiana Manaois.

Listening, more like eavesdropping on conversations in the jav, with my earphones on and my music off.

Watching… I only ever watch stuff on weekends and preferably not alone; I feel like visual content should be consumed communally. Buttttt… since we’re here, have you watched Good Behaviour? How hot is Javiar!

Loving my current clarity of thought.

Thinking of my niece, who I haven’t seen in a while. I should do something about that.

Dreaming of more travel. I recently drove down to Nanyuki with friends, it was for work mostly but we ended up having a tonne of fun too and I cannot wait to share the photos.

Enjoying the temporary things before they run out.

I really can’t whistle, but that has never stopped me from trying.

Needing for the universe to provide a car or money for a car… You ever walk around with a glow on your face so good that it doesn’t deserve the disservice of being called a glow but your feet look like a stomping ground? That’s me. Everyday.
Oh… and for my skin to get it together, so, early this month (and for a nice part of January) I had the worst case of sunburn. That’s finally healed but I’ve been left with two different complexions on my forehead; I have one long streak that’s browner than brown, which would’ve been okay but my forehead is billboard sized and now, so are my insecurities.

Smelling rosewater… I sprayed some on my hair, I mean scalp, I mean… you get the point.

Following black-blogger pages because, curiosity plus the content shared there is always so pretty and very aesthetically pleasing.

Knowing that I’ll be catching a cold soon, dry weather does that to me, my nose feels like a constricted passage. ( Do have one, and some stupid allergy reactions -to dust.)

Appreciating baby’s breath. Most underappreciated flower ever.

Understanding… that it’s okay to say no. Sometimes it’s actually better to say it but I keep worrying about hurting people’s feelings and them seeking out revenge or them misunderstanding my intent…

Feeling oddly calm. A storm is coming.

 

 

Nuni took these photos (after convincing me that no one would notice the sunburn, he lied. I do.) Nuni’s constantly roasting me so please go to his Instagram and say nice things, he takes really nice photos, so that he may stop roasting me and my dusty feet. This is Nuni’s Instagram. 

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