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? 🙂

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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?

la vie en rose

I feel like I’ve got so much to share! Therefore this post will be in point format, yaani it will be straight to the point 😀 #badjoke

Thursday, 10th November, 2016.

I turned 26, and it feels like I’ve suddenly been catapulted into adulthood. Had a work deadline, and was traveling to Mombasa for Sha+Lon‘s wedding on the same day! Got to Mombasa at around 9pm, slept and then started off early on Friday for Watamu.

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Friday, 11th November, 2016.

I got to Malindi at around 1, and the beautiful couple would tie the knot at 3 pm. Giving me enough time to build up the excitement, attempt at mingling and take pictures.

Dress code: All white.
Mood: Good vibes only! ❤

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Had to leave before sunset so I wouldn’t be too late getting home. It was so beautiful, I didn’t want to leave.

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Saturday, 12th November, 2016.

Had a slow morning. Slept in, then went to greet family in Mkanyageni. Spent the last few hours of my Saturday with my cousins at MN Kafe, sipping happiness and chatting (despite  our communication barrier – they only speak Arabic so I’m sure I sound foolish ‘when try talk arabiyya‘). This badly constructed phrase is how I probably sound in Arabic because I’m not fluent.

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You ask, why ‘La vie en rose’?

  1. La vie en rose literally translates to ‘Life in pink’. However, it would be better translated to ‘life through rosy (pink) glasses’. It’s about a state of bliss when everything around you is a source of joy.
  2. It was ShaLon’s wedding and I love them.And I love love! La vie en rose.
  3. I love Edith Piaf. La vie en rose.
  4. I love sunsets. Something about the changing colours in the sky that inspire a freshness and ignites hope back into my heart. La vie en rose.
  5. I like to edit my pictures with a slight pink tint because it makes me happy. I also read that images with blue undertones are more appealing to the eye, and those with pink have a calming effect.

La vie en rose.