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Finally! My Fancy Shmanzy Drink(s)

For years, I have always admired and been hopelessly jealous of people who had their ‘go-to’ drinks. Coffee on a stressful day, a glass of wine after a long day, beer because… beer gut is cool, Earl Grey tea, well… just because… Earl Grey! It should thus come as no surprise that I have spent the better part of my adult life looking for my fancy drink. Something that I can honestly say that ‘it helps me decompress’ or something cool-ish like that. Truth be told I have hopped on the above bandwagons not wanting to be left behind. Admit it, it’s nice to be in the cool club and people who know what drink they like belong to the cool club!!!

But, oh happy days!! After 20 some odd years of looking for my cool ‘go-to’ drink, I have found it! Them actually. 2. And no, it is not any of the above. Shock of shocks. How I came across these, let’s call it pure chance for now since this is not about the journey that brought my drinks and I together. So what is in my stylish containers?


The silver oh so classy Coffee Press (no I will not gift it to you for Christmas!) contains tea (yes, it can press tea as well). Aaah. But not just any tea! The tea is a combination of Tea Leaves, Tea Masala, Cinnamon, Lemon, Sugar (or Maple Syrup depending on the level of fancy I feel like throwing on for the day) and Cayenne Pepper. No milk. Obviously… The ratios? Pay me and I will tell you. Hell I will even make it for you and ship it to your current location! Never mind the health benefits of all the above ingredients, because being your typical African and more precisely Kikuyu woman…. ‘Health For What?!’ The above tea is a pick me up for any time, day or night and you can sip till you drop! Or go to sleep, whichever comes first.

The purple ‘you know you want to hold me’ lovely bottle holds…. wait for it… Sea salt in warm water. I know, shocking right? But let me tell you, there’s nothing that hugs you or gives you that warm fuzzy feeling like warm Sea Salt water! It’s like coming home. True story!!! The ratio of Sea Salt to warm water is very important and truth be told, you will go through a couple of gag reflex exercises before you hit that magical spot! The perfect combo.

Both these drinks are cheap and easy to make and well, let us just say, my body has no clue on how to behave when it comes to alcoholic drinks so I like to keep the two as far away from each other as possible.

So, what’s your ‘go-to’ drink?

When Custody Battles Turn Nasty, A Child Suffers

This morning, I witnessed the most horrifying incident on my block. A child caught between a custody battle between two waring parents!

custodybattleAfter dropping my son to his school bus, I bumped into a multitude of people running about, near my compound, with a man holding a child, shouts all around and the child was crying. At first, I was horrified, thinking that it was a kidnapping. Being a mom, you never want to see another child suffering, whether it is your child or not. I therefore ran towards the multitude, not caring what was happening as my first and only concern was for the child.

Upon enquiry, I was informed that the dad of a little girl had just snatched the girl from the driver while the driver was taking the child to school. Where was the the mother, I asked. She was out of the country, I was told. This I could relate to, as business and other engagements have been keeping me out of the country, so it hit so close to home. Apparently, the mom and the dad seperated, and the mum moved away with the little girl. The dad went to court to seek custody and was granted some sort of injunction. So the dad and his gang of people waited for the compound gate to be opened as the driver was on his way to drop the child to school, and since the driver in his “wisdom” had not closed the doors, the dad yanked the passenger door open and pulled the daughter out of the vehicle!!!

All this I do not care about. I don’t even care who was wrong or who was right or who is a better parent. All I could see was a child who was caught in the middle of all this drama, poor girl sobbing her eyes out not understanding how she got caught in the middle of this drama. The child is about 8 years old.

Nobody took the time to understand what trauma they are taking this child through. Everybody wants to be right. This is not a cushy seat, or a vehicle, or a potted plant! This is a little girl, who should be protected from the horrors of this world by parents, who are so absorbed in their own little wars, that they don’t realise what it is doing to their child!

Call me a hypocrite or even tell me that I am only seeing one side of the story. I don’t care about whichever story it is. All I care about is the child. Whatever the story is, as long as you are a parent, your child should always, and only be your primal concern.

Of New Home, Birthday and Whatnot

“The best thing you can do is the right thing; the next best thing you can do is the wrong thing; the worst thing you can do is nothing.” -Theodore Roosevelt

New Home – www.kenyanmom.com

I know! New home! Me who does not like change! On 20th August 2012 , The Kenyan Mom website went live (cue fireworks and overflowing champagne). There is one thing I like more than I dislike change. Sharing. It makes me feel like I’m not alone in the world. Then there is something I like even more than sharing. Taking heed of wise counsel. Over the course of this year and part of last year, I’ve had friends and family tell me that I need to open up Kenyan Mom for other moms to participate in. I’ve even had one brave soul say to me that I’m not the only Kenyan Mom in Kenya (you don’t want to know which one of their eyes is still a good shade of black). Still, these are people of noble intentions and after day and night of fighting the ‘devil of change resistance’, here we all are. Welcome to Kenyan Mom’s new home! Let’s enjoy the ride together!


I was rudely reminded that today is my birthday by a call in the wee hours of the morning by my best friend. I know I said something, which I don’t remember because I was half asleep. Now I will not call her lest she’s waiting on the other side with a bucket load of whiplash.

Today however I’m celebrating good friends, the readers, good fortune and good health. Let’s face it. Some of us have loved and lost loved ones. In the grand scheme of things, God’s grace alone has allowed us to see today. Celebrate life.

What Not

Ok , not just any ‘What Not’ this time round. Picture if you will. You are walking down a street. You bump into someone who is in a hurry. And I mean the kind of bumping that leaves your shoulder sore for days. After muttering profanity either out loud or under your breath and probably wagging a fist at the now retreating back of the supposed offender for good measure, do you stop to wonder why that happened?

My friend Mark Kaigwa told me the other day, there are no chance meetings. No chance encounters. While God had the good sense not to grant us foresight (I would so get into gambling with such sight!), it does help to make note of these encounters, try and see how they fit in your day, what you are going through or where you are in your life. Not very easy I know but if you think of such encounters, in hindsight, things tend to fall snuggly in place!

Everyone comes to your life because you need them or they need you! Take ‘chance’ encounters seriously. You might learn a thing or three!

Oh, lest I forget, you wanna give writing a shot? Here’s your chance! Send me a story about anything. Go wild. If me and the voices in my head like it, you get published on The Kenyan Mom. Because I truly believe there are awesome writers out there.

Live long. Live happy my friends.


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