So anyone with a voice/blog/facebook page is sharing their views on the Westgate attack.
It has taken me almost 3 weeks to get around to writing something about what happened.
The days that have passed us have gone by all too quickly and I have spent most in quiet reflection, as usual - going within to garner strength and finding a way to replace fear with faith.
I told my mum that she can build a house with the amount of bricks I am shitting on a daily basis! We laughed and then the reality of all this came back.
I am going to be honest, I am scared.
I have not walked into a mall since. Westgate was my second home and I am heart broken!
I lost friends. Friends got injured but I also heard amazing stories of the goodness of people but somewhere inside me, I feel a void.
I met Caroline Mutoko over the weekend at a birthday party and she had some choice words to share. She said that this is our country. Where in the world can we enjoy such pleasures, but what are we doing to protect it? How are we, you and I, safe guarding this land of ours?
I read something by Sunny Bindra where he said something similar, this is our nation, but for as long as we partake in little things like corruption we are responsible for the outcome. This is the outcome? A bitter pill to swallow.
You know, the day before this happened, I was at Westgate booking Starjump for my daughter's birthday. I asked the guy there to please send his staff of Westgate to the party because my daughter loves them. He laughed and said he would see what he could do because Saturdays were their busiest days. Her birthday was a week later and you know what - by the grace of God, all the Starjump staff were unharmed, except the guy I spoke to who got a bullet wound in the leg but is recovering - and they were all at Ariyana's birthday. Be careful what you ask for...
How many times did us animal lovers drive past Peponi Road and see the hawkers sell cute dogs and cats on the roadside? How many times did we say to ourselves 'ugh, this is cruel, I wish it would just stop!' I drove on a very empty Peponi Road today - and all the hawkers are nowhere to be seen. Be careful what you ask for...
I feel sick. There is an eerie quiet in my capital. Something has been taken from us. I cannot put my finger on it but as much as life has gone on - things are not normal. They probably will never be. I am sad that something as simple as going to the mall has been snatched away from me.
In 98 there was a terror attack but nothing like this. May be this one is different because I am a mama.
Anyway, I am just spreading the word of peace. But the peace starts within us. We have to be at peace within ourselves and then can we spread it. What we think, what we say all becomes a reality, evidently!
Someone tweeted me and said I am too quiet ... I am, because I don't know if what I am saying anymore is helping.
So our politicians stripped down naked and took pictures doing the nasty - I am no one to judge.
So what our security forces stole and looted - who am I to judge?
How much complaining will make me a better person? How much negativity need I spread so that my world is better? Zero!
I have resolved to be at peace within myself. I am no one to be judge and jury. If you see that I do not tweet as much it is because everything I want to say may make me sound like a preacher and I am not ready to force my philosophies down your throats.
For now all I am doing is spreading the power of prayer - I pray for my family, for you, for my nation and for peace. I am trying to be as positive as possible because now I know.. what I ask for can become my reality. I don't want to ask for anything but peace.
I refuse to be worried too much about little bullshit nonsense.. this includes how I look (sometimes) - so if you see me at the supermarket (dashing in and out) in my pyjamas without any make up, yep - that's me, former Miss Model! And if you see me using a cheap ass phone and not the latest smart phone - yes, that's me and my status symbol, because these things do not fucking matter anymore.
And yes, if you hear me using the F word from time to time, yep, that's polite, soft spoken me - all grown up and a bit pissed off but working on herself - to spread good vibes because that is all that matters!
Love and light to you and yours :D
It has taken me almost 3 weeks to get around to writing something about what happened.
The days that have passed us have gone by all too quickly and I have spent most in quiet reflection, as usual - going within to garner strength and finding a way to replace fear with faith.
I told my mum that she can build a house with the amount of bricks I am shitting on a daily basis! We laughed and then the reality of all this came back.
I am going to be honest, I am scared.
I have not walked into a mall since. Westgate was my second home and I am heart broken!
I lost friends. Friends got injured but I also heard amazing stories of the goodness of people but somewhere inside me, I feel a void.
I met Caroline Mutoko over the weekend at a birthday party and she had some choice words to share. She said that this is our country. Where in the world can we enjoy such pleasures, but what are we doing to protect it? How are we, you and I, safe guarding this land of ours?
I read something by Sunny Bindra where he said something similar, this is our nation, but for as long as we partake in little things like corruption we are responsible for the outcome. This is the outcome? A bitter pill to swallow.
You know, the day before this happened, I was at Westgate booking Starjump for my daughter's birthday. I asked the guy there to please send his staff of Westgate to the party because my daughter loves them. He laughed and said he would see what he could do because Saturdays were their busiest days. Her birthday was a week later and you know what - by the grace of God, all the Starjump staff were unharmed, except the guy I spoke to who got a bullet wound in the leg but is recovering - and they were all at Ariyana's birthday. Be careful what you ask for...
How many times did us animal lovers drive past Peponi Road and see the hawkers sell cute dogs and cats on the roadside? How many times did we say to ourselves 'ugh, this is cruel, I wish it would just stop!' I drove on a very empty Peponi Road today - and all the hawkers are nowhere to be seen. Be careful what you ask for...
I feel sick. There is an eerie quiet in my capital. Something has been taken from us. I cannot put my finger on it but as much as life has gone on - things are not normal. They probably will never be. I am sad that something as simple as going to the mall has been snatched away from me.
In 98 there was a terror attack but nothing like this. May be this one is different because I am a mama.
Anyway, I am just spreading the word of peace. But the peace starts within us. We have to be at peace within ourselves and then can we spread it. What we think, what we say all becomes a reality, evidently!
Someone tweeted me and said I am too quiet ... I am, because I don't know if what I am saying anymore is helping.
So our politicians stripped down naked and took pictures doing the nasty - I am no one to judge.
So what our security forces stole and looted - who am I to judge?
How much complaining will make me a better person? How much negativity need I spread so that my world is better? Zero!
I have resolved to be at peace within myself. I am no one to be judge and jury. If you see that I do not tweet as much it is because everything I want to say may make me sound like a preacher and I am not ready to force my philosophies down your throats.
For now all I am doing is spreading the power of prayer - I pray for my family, for you, for my nation and for peace. I am trying to be as positive as possible because now I know.. what I ask for can become my reality. I don't want to ask for anything but peace.
I refuse to be worried too much about little bullshit nonsense.. this includes how I look (sometimes) - so if you see me at the supermarket (dashing in and out) in my pyjamas without any make up, yep - that's me, former Miss Model! And if you see me using a cheap ass phone and not the latest smart phone - yes, that's me and my status symbol, because these things do not fucking matter anymore.
And yes, if you hear me using the F word from time to time, yep, that's polite, soft spoken me - all grown up and a bit pissed off but working on herself - to spread good vibes because that is all that matters!
Love and light to you and yours :D
