Tuesday, July 19

DIY Bracelets

Hello everybody,

So today i embarked on making simple bracelets, i have a birthday party come Saturday and the theme is.....wait for it.... "Traffic lights", which means the dressing code is red ,yellow and green.
However knowing my fellow country men, some will not adhere to the theme so i have decided to make bracelets in the three theme colours so everyone can have one.
  • Red for am not interested,don't want to be hit on
  • Yellow for am not sure,but lets see how it goes
  • Green for am so cool with it.
Am so excited because non of them is escaping this...got ya!!




Do you think they are cool?

Thursday, July 14

My Mother's Daughter.

Yesterday was birthday and on this day,2 decades ago, a beautiful young lady, Ms. Winifred Adio, gave birth to an equally beautiful baby girl, she called her Redemptor, she had waited 4 boys before she could get her princess-->moi.
I love to tell the stories and drama around my birth,but today is about my mother.

Its funny how when we are young we cant wait to get old, i remember i used to argue with my mum that she must have forgotten when i was born, and i would add 2 years ahead,and now we joke about it and wish i was 2 years younger instead.
See when i used to stay with my mother, who arguably happens to be the toughest mother on earth...no kidding! She told me i was only going to be able to make some decisions when i started to bring bread to the table, she believed at the age of 20, i would be quite responsible to at least know good from bad, and that is when i was allowed to get out of home and be back by 7pm,and if you happened to be late,you would get a whopping, which would never happen anyway,because you would be trending in the house for a week...so not worth it!!

My very superstitious mother believed, i could get deceived,rapped or kidnapped at anytime of the day, and at night was even worse, as all things evil happen at night, that's why i was never allowed to go out,except to the nearby shops, she only sent the boys far away to the market and if i insisted, i would be allowed out with the boys or even worse with her, and you surely wouldn't want that...driving around and being advised on life,school and men...a teenagers worst nightmare!
My mother is a very intelligent woman, who cant easily be fooled.her CV includes Politician, diplomat, journalist, comedian and mother, she believes her very good sense of humour coupled with a little TV was enough to keep us in house and fully entertained.
On a good day, when she is not grilling me about books and life, we would sit together when she gets back from work, taking tea, cracking jokes and her telling me stories of her childhood and life, which usually sounded so dramatic and we would laugh so hard like the best of friends, i cherish those moments.

I loved school so much, and as much as i hated books,waking up early and the idea of school in general, i always dreaded the holidays, apart from the idea of having good food and watching TV at home, nothing else excited me about going home. As a teenager, my friends would be making all kinds of plans like going for holiday parties,visiting each other and going to the disco,which was a dream in my world.
In my world,depending on our behavior or my mothers mood , for holiday i would either stay home,day in day out,watching TV and doing the usual house work, or go to the village to live with my grand parents.
 In the village, there was no electricity,no TV of course and all the kids my age would make dates to meet at the bore hole or in the bushes as they collected water and fire wood. Bored and angry as i was, i would stay home with my brothers,read novels before dark and cook food with my auntie for the boys and grandpa.

My mama is my hero,mentor, husband...you name it,she is my ALL.
As a child and teenager, my mum and i were not the best of friends, i was an excited teenager who just wanted to do everything my hormones insinuated, and as much as i was hampered,spoilt and loved to bits, i wanted my FREEDOM!!

At 23 i finally moved out of my mum's house,yeeeey ...overly excited i had to celebrate. This came as a shock to me and everyone, and after all the civil wars that she wedged in vain, no one could believe she was not going to wedge a world war to stop me, am sure at the back of her mind she knew she had raised a tough cookie and would have to let me go at some point in life.
By this time, according to me i was "ready" for the world, approaching it like a worrier who couldn't wait to strive regardless.

Two decades later, am an intelligent, beautiful, funny, grown, sexy woman, and i have my mother to be thank to. And as a single mum of over 10 children (she is a wonder women i tell you), She taught me to be a tough,sophisticated lady with a kind heart.
And as i go through every beautiful day, making tough decisions and staying with my head held up high regardless of how amazing or terrible life is, i know i would never have made it in this cruel world if my mother had brought me up differently.
I believe that everyone is different, and different people handle situations differently, many people who hear my story, say they would never live under such rules and would have rebelled earlier, and yet there are also some who have lived through more rules and obeyed them all the way.
So as some  (including a younger me ) may despise my mother for my very shrewed up bringing, the lady that i am now, loves and respects her mother in every way and is beyond grateful she NEVER broke down and got soft whenever her little girl cried like a baby.

Sometimes i miss my mama so much i wish i was still her little girl, grounded in the house with nothing to worry about but what colour to paint my nails.

I am cut from a different cloth, and i am my Mother's daughter.


My beautiful mother.

With my now deceased very comic grandma..May her soul rest in eternal peace.

with grandpa do you see the resemblance?
 
With my aunties making lunch, on a recent trip to the village to see my grand parents,a place i once disliked, and now the silence and fresh air is calming, it baffles me how much i hated it.
 
Taking the local brew...aka ajono

My mama and i at a wedding
 
 
Me

 


 I love you soo much mummy
Your child 

Monday, July 11

Mombasa Day 3

 

With the mother of hangovers, we decided to spend the sunny morning at the pool,which luckily was at the rooftop of the hotel...phweee refreshing!
We later went to Fort Jesus,as we walked around, all i could think about was "can we get back already?" clearly i was still hangover!

Aside from the pounding headache, my girls were traveling back that evening, leaving me all ALONE! i had mixed feelings,i hated them for leaving me but then again it wasn't their fault my flight was booked for a later day ( i assumed we would have so much fun wouldn't want to leave...ptss)
After taking my besties to the airport,i decided to take my sorry self down stairs to the casino, chatted with the strangly texcited bar maids ( i had to check myself to be sure i dint have some kind of willy showing)
Got drunk as hell,went to bed and had a long ,scary,sleepless night alone without my roomie,how drunk i was dint seem to matter nor help :(

Saturday, July 2

LOL


...the gospel according to obed 24:7.....: 8 Things Women Just Don’t Get:
 "1. Our phones are rarely ever on full-sound alert and not always attached to our bodies. One of the most irritating and perhaps most common..."

Friday, July 1

Mombasa Day 2

Have you ever written something so good and beautiful you wondered why you haven't published a book yet??... yeah i do!
Yesterday i wrote a detailed story about our second day in Mombasa,it was so good to be true bloody thing refused to publish and all my attempts to retrieve my data were fatal...guess my talent was not meant to be discovered so soon.

Sadly i really cant be asked to start over again, so now your going to  have to watch the pictures and make up your own imaginary story of our second day was like :)
Hints; it was a long,boring day and had bad vibe followed us all day, we were stopped from getting out of the hotel in shorts or short skirts (pretty much everything Iryn and i carried were waaay above the knee..lol)apparently we would be arrested,oooh yes i aint kidding!(religious factors),however u could walk naked at night if u wanted,no problem (entertainment factors i guess).
It rained,we dint get to swim,Doreen didn't get her hair done,Iryn dint get her tattoo and i dint get to ride the camel...3 disgruntled ladies just 0_0

Later however was quite interesting, we went to a different club called Florida and we WOKE UP...like literally WOKE UP! i mean we went from feeling tired and low,to shocked, grossed out, embarrassed, empathetic,and finally to getting down and jiggy with it. ooh and cameras were prohibited!!
Well lets just say the male spices would be excited in club Florida...yeah i said it!!

 
 

Cant remember what time we got back,but we were tired, drunk and hungry as hell! apparently Florida hit us so hard,we got shocked out of our skin,we lost track of ourselves and time...LOL

Mad love.