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