As I sit here, with September 7th, 2025 , coming tomorrow to mark eighteen years since my graduation , my heart dances with joy, reflecting on a journey woven with academic milestones, fierce challenges, and unyielding resilience that carried me through. This milestone, celebrated on that radiant day, isn’t just about the moment I crossed the stage on September 7th, 2007 ; it’s about every step, every struggle, every triumph that shaped a story of grit, grace, and unstoppable determination. As a mother, wife, career woman , and scholar , I balanced life’s beautiful chaos with a heart full of purpose, and this is my celebration of that legacy, made even more vivid by the memory of losing all my personal things during the rehearsal day on September 6th, 2007 The journey began with a bold spark, the decision to pursue this degree amidst the whirlwind of life. Motherhood delayed my starting point temporarily. The determination remained. My third baby, too young to understand my resolve, f...
When my mind was made up that I had the right answers to my parents' questions,my mum sat me down again. Again! When Love Knocks, Open the Door with Wisdom, Wambui. Come, Wambui, sit here beside me. Let me look into your eyes. I see that glow in you, the one that comes when a man’s name begins to settle in your heart. I know that feeling well. It can make the days brighter and the nights shorter. But before you take that step into a come we stay marriage, let me share what life has taught me. Love is warm, yes, but warmth alone will not keep a home standing. Some fires cook the sweetest meals, and some fires, my dear, can burn the house to the ground. When a man says, “Let’s just stay together, no need for all the papers and ceremonies,” it can sound simple and beautiful. But ask yourself, what is he truly offering you? Is it love with roots, or just shade from the sun until the weather changes? Watch him closely when the excitement fades. Does he carry his share when the load is h...
“ Some lessons on parenting arrive in books. Others come from the front seat of an Uber.” It was an ordinary Uber ride, the kind you expect will be nothing more than a smooth trip from one point to another. But this ride turned into a rich, unexpected parenting conversation that could have stretched on for decades if time allowed. From the moment I got into the car, my driver’s phone kept ringing. Call after call, each one answered with a calm but slightly amused tone. I smiled and teased, “You seem like a busy man today.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “It is my boys keeping me busy. They borrowed my car to travel to another county. One is in college, almost graduating, and the other is already working.” I told him they sounded responsible enough, but he gave me a look that said there was more to the story. “That is what you would think. But today, the car developed a very small problem, just needed brake fluid, about two hundred shillings. They could have fixed it easily. Instead, th...
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