Resilience.

Isn’t it intriguing how language can have such a great effect on us?

And how our minds can process certain emotions in pictures and interpret what we see for us, on an emotional level.

This photo somehow made me think of the word ‘Resilience’. She, along with four other ladies, were cooking in this room that didn’t have a roof. It’s was just so interesting to experience it with them. So familiar. The feeling of women talking, mothers. It made me miss my mum in that moment.

I’m pretty sure you interpret it differently too. But when I explain myself, you get it. Right?

At different junctures in my persona, I find myself gravitating towards certain words.

Recently it’s been resilience.

Resilience.

At times it’s joy. Love. Strength. Beauty. Intellect. Class.

I repeat these words to myself as reminders – affirmations – whenever I get a moment of presence. They seem to be distant these days so whenever I do get one, I hold onto it as long as I can.

I enjoy the walks home from the bus stop. How the trees look when they catch the security light in their leaves.

I’ve noticed they’ve been blooming a bit more. There’s this scanty bush that has these fragrant little white flowers that fill up the entire area with a sweet, soft scent of a million flowers.

Like perfume.

Yesterday I picked one and put it in my hair.

Tonight, I’m exhausted. But extremely grateful. I want to push harder. I want to be better.

I want to be great.

a very pilgrim chic typa post

“Find something you’re passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.”

― Julia Child.

Like good food and cute cafes, maybe? 🙂

waspy

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This is essentially a Saturday shenanigans post but it’s also a very pilgrim chic kind of post so guess which title won the battle (for the title)? *grin* I love good puns. Some of you may think it’s lame and I don’t blame you, you may be right. But this little space on the internet is where I get to share my lame jokes with some random nice people, and there is no harm in that. In fact, I find great joy in making lame jokes on the internet 😀

This past Saturday, I had brunch at Wasp and Sprout with my friend Idil and Sauti Sol. Well not exactly… Chimano of Sauti Sol walked into the restaurant just as we paid our bill and were about to leave. After a brief whispery-not-so-whispery debate between Idil and I as to whether it was Chimano from Sauti Sol, she seemed very sure and because she’s such a cool person I knew she must be right so naturally, I awkwardly walked over, with my characteristic half giggle and said, ‘Hello, are you Chimano from Sauti Sol’? To which he responded, that yes he was. ‘I’m a fan of your work, you guys are amazing’, I said. ‘Thanks’, with a huge grin on his face. It’s almost like he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, seated at a tiny corner table with both a hat and some quirky sunglasses on. I guess even Sauti Sol peeps need some alone time in cute little restaurants on Saturday mornings. I hope I haven’t disclosed his secret spot. But then again, other than my close friends and workmates that I pester to keep checking my new posts, who even reads my blog? 😀
He seemed friendly enough, so I high-fived him and then walked away. And that’s the end of that.

Idil and I decided to meet up after what seemed like months of exchanging texts on the lines of, ‘we have to meet up soon, it’s been too long’. She’s one of my people people, you know? My kind of person 🙂

We listened to Ed Sheeran’s new album, Divide, the whole drive to the restaurant, past the slightly intimidating Kangemi (I’ve heard of people getting carjacked and other horror stories) and into the more serene Loresho suburbs. I’m going to buy a house in a similar neighbourhood (Loresho) in the near future one day. I just need to have about 50 million Kenya shillings lying around somewhere first.

The entrance to the restaurant is quite discreet – Idil had been there before and we both seemed a little lost until we got out of the car and spotted the distinctly redone school chairs with tailored kitenge cushions through the plants, and we knew we’d finally found the place. I’m not even exaggerating when I say it’s the best darn breakfast I have ever had in any restaurant in Nairobi. I truly mean it, and my mouth is watering just thinking about it. So good.

Idil ordered the American style French toast (am I the only one who finds this giggle-worthy? American style French toast 😀 ) with strawberries, black pepper pineapple, strawberries (yes, the menu states strawberries twice and with good reason), creme fraise and organic honey. I ordered the sprout omelette – which is two eggs, caramelised onions, baby spinach, mushrooms and quark – with their delicious cinnamon bagel on the side. Quick switch up to Kiswahili – mi sijui quark na creme fraise ni vitu gani lakini zilikuwa tamu. Mi najua quack ya Donald Duck na cream fresh. Ebu Google? Hizi hapa. Back to pilgrim chic 😀 We both had iced chocolate to drink, and, because both dishes were so good and served in great portions, decided to split half and half – omelette as both our savory dish, and the French toast for dessert. Tamu tu sana.

The prices were great too, 2600 Ksh. for two iced chocolates, three bagels, the sprout omelette and divine French toast *slurp* Time just seems to fly in such beautiful spaces, for us at least; chatting away, taking about a hundred pictures and Boomerang GIFS in three hours. No regrets people, non je ne regrette rien.

Wasp and Sprout Cafe.

Check out their website here.
Google maps link here 🙂

Chat more soon?

genius loci

“The spaces where life occurs are places…A place is a space which has a distinct character. Since ancient times the genius loci, or spirit of place, has been recognized as the concrete reality man has to face and come to terms with in his daily life. Architecture means to visualize the genius loci and the task of the architect is to create meaningful places, whereby he helps man to dwell.”

Christian Norberg-Schulz.

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Can one add ‘day dreaming’ to their list of skills on a CV? Because I think I am a professional at it. Just as I’ve noted ‘Professional wanderluster’ on my Instagram bio, I have a penchant (and utmost urgency) for wanting to see the world – as I’m sure we all do. I always manage to find myself on Louis’ and Raya’s YouTube channels on a daily basis to get my much needed dose of inspiration, in hopes that my subconscious will work in my favour and attract more travel in my life. That, and an added bonus of good vibes through my day (which almost always ultimately takes me back to the daydreaming).

Sounds crazy, but have you ever been so immersed in a place or experience that your soul identifies a certain feeling with the place? Nostalgia becomes a different emotion every time if you’re as sensitive as I am to these things. Today I found myself missing how I feel when I’m at The African Heritage House (read the first post here). It’s more than just a house/ museum, but an experience of it’s own. What comes to mind is this book we were made to read for a certain unit in my third year of architecture school, “Genius Loci: Towards a Phenomenology of Architecture”, where the author Christian Norberg-Schulz describes the concept of ‘spirit of place’ or genius loci. Some places can be described to have a strong spirit of place, and this is one of those spaces for me.

I was last there on the afternoon of New Year’s eve, with the intention of starting my new year on a rich note, dismissing the ordinary coffee shop experience (saving it for countdown a few hours later). It was my second visit to the house in the year 2016, and I’m sure I will be a regular in 2017 – perhaps even have lunch or dinner there one of these days. The tour is always a new experience because there’s so much detail you’d always find yourself picking up on something new. It was all the more charming with the delicately themed Christmas decorations, and I guess I was more present and therefore emotionally attached because of the new year clocking in just a few hours. Or maybe because it hits me more every single time that I am surrounded by art from all over the world, I can feel the richness, the presence of history.

There is something about resilience that I find so attractive. In people, things, culture, history. Because these things transcend time and serve a larger purpose. Knowing the history behind this house makes it earn my respect even more each time I go.

Putting up this post is a way of following through with my energy and ambition from 27 days ago. 27 days ago. Can you imagine January is already coming to an end? I hope you have managed to follow through on your goals, I’m trying my best over here 🙂

Let’s keep chasing our dreams, yes?

The African Heritage House

Location: Google Maps link opens in separate tab.
1000 Ksh. for a house tour (accommodation available on inquiry).
More information on their website here.

PS. How great is it that my first article about the house was shared on their website? Scroll to the bottom of the page, just fantastic 🙂 🙂