The one where I heart Carolkmail

"What do you mean Nyambura blogs? What kind of blog is it?" A pal asked last evening. "As in, what do you write about? Food, travel, politics? "

"I write about everything and nothing. The theme is, We're on a break," I explained. 

"Ahhh," he said nodding. "I'll probably check it out later."

And we moved on to other funner topics. Truth be told, the people in the circles I move in are not into blogs, twitter or even face book...they awesomely rock to a whole different beat...

Deep down though, I kind of hoped he understood what I meant. I sometimes have a problem being concise and for some reason, it was important to me that he (and any other visitor) understands that when he visits here, he's strictly on a chill out session. It could be a cigarette or coffee/tea break or a quick visit to the office water cooler. Hell, I even created this space while on one of my many coffee breaks and I write most posts while on various mini time outs...so I come in, put down whatever is on my mind at the time, have lots of ridiculous fun with it, then go back and get busy living.

The above convo reminded me of the BAKE awards announcement I had seen on storymoja's online daily earlier in the day. I clicked on the link thinking I'd find some colorful, creatively off-the-wall version of the people's choice awards (my imagination-it tends to do that a lot-had conjured up all sorts of stuff: a best cartoon strip category, short fiction category, humor, poetry etc etc). It was not. It is very serious looking...Once again, reality had decided to rain on my parade *sigh*

The upside though is that Carolkmail a.k.a. Kenyan mom  's super cool blog has been nominated in the creative writing category. Please vote for her. I just did. I luuurve her.

Why?

Well, I could tell you that it's because her blog is  like a cool, underground club; a place where you're guaranteed it will rock. Or I could tell you it's because she has a thing for empty swimming pools, Vision Africa, tea, headphones, donating blood, kissing presidents, potted plants (and they don't die on her), bad ass bikes and coming up with theme songs for all her visitors (now that's hospitality, people). That she's a fascinating mum to 'the boy' (fyi, little guy is into shaved eyebrows) and loved Battlestar Galactica...

That when I read her posts, I picture her to be kick-ass Alicia Florrick of  The Good Wife; very elegant, poised, influential, gets the job done, is nice to her clients and beneath the cool exterior, the girl knows how to let her hair down. I'm dead serious about this by the way. I even had to ask Sam Buggz if  she was that awesome in person and he assured me she was way cooler...maybe reality is not out to depress me after all...

Seriously though, I voted  for her blog because I simply love the way she writes. And most importantly -like the books I devour- I love how her posts make me feel...contemplative, bouncy, impressed, nostalgic, determined, beautifully buzzed...


Don't take my word for it though. Go have a quick look-see for yourself.


Mob wendos,


Nyambura

The one with the April what-nots...

So I seem to be having an...um, interesting April.

I gave in to my inner dark and twisties, was to go on an easter road trip but begged off last minute, busted my right foot, which should be halfway healed by now (It got injured nine days ago), except it's still messed up and still hurts like hell. So more visits to the doctor...more tests...more meds...more feeling sorry for myself. 

Then there is the real lousy part; I'm about to send a mea culpa to a dear and longtime friend of mine. I'm crossing my fingers and banking on the fact that he has a good memory. That he will remember, the once-in-a-blue-moon moments I've been a tool of epic proportions and how truly sorry I've always been afterwards. The thing that really bugs me about disappointing him though,  is that he'll be a good sport about it...we'll still  be cool...the way he looks at me won't change. My knowing that, feels much worse than having a busted foot that just won't heal fast enough, truth be told.

 And to think April's not even over yet...

But just to keep things a little less blue, my mind is happily noshing on one of its fave comfort foods: tubey delights. I've fully immersed myself in the sinfully delicious experience of watching some of my fave shows;  Game of Thrones season 2 (and people, It was truly worth the loooong wait), Justified's season 3, Walking dead season 2 and of course I'm topping it all off with marathon runs of the remaining episodes of The Good Wife 3 and Vampire diaries 3...

When that isn't keeping the blues at bay, I resort to humming and on occasion, singing songs from my playlists (I have various playlists  for various moods).

So here I am, singing 'Julia and Angus Stone's (fyi, I can't get enough of  their songs) Draw your swords as I work...

Of course the decibels are in the same range as whispers and the singing is horribly off-key, but it feels awesome, beautiful people. It strokes the soul and the lyrics are sheer poetry to my ears...

"See her come down, through the clouds

I feel like a fool

I ain't got nothing left to give

Nothing to lose

So come on love, draw your swords

Shoot me to the ground

You are mine, I am yours

Let's not fuck around

Cause you are, the only one 

Cause you are, the only one

I see them snakes come through the ground

They choke me to the bone

They tie me to their wooden chair

Here are all my songs

So come on love, draw your swords

Shoot me to the ground

You are mine, I am yours

Let's not fuck around

Cause you are, the only one 

Cause you are, the only one

The only one

The only one

The only one

So come on love, draw your swords

Shoot me to the ground

You are mine, I am yours

Let's not fuck around..."

*Nyambura sways to the right, sways to the left and twirls*


Yes, I just did that. Think of it as a much healthier option as compared to taking a few sippy sippies...and no, I'm not refering to coffee...think of something with a serious kick...


Stay beautiful, people.


Mob wendos, 

Nyambura