REMINISCING

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“The sun is hot out here,” she said.

It was back in the day, 2016 to be precise. I was in high school and we had gone for a Breast Cancer awareness conference. After the event we were going round different stations set by the organizers speaking to experts about the dreaded topic. We had to make the most out of this once in a life time opportunity.

 If you were in a boarding school, you definitely know how hard it was to step out of school, especially during third term. But here we were, at the famous KICC. Walking on the same ground with the elite and the “who is who” of this country; the women rep, ministers and the president. It was an amazing experience.



In as much as there were many schools, I couldn’t help but noticed the national schools, wait, I always envied students from National Schools, especially those from the Kenya High School (My dream school) and the great Nairobi school; which my then boyfriend was in. For some reasons, I always felt like I was in the wrong school. Did being the head-girl make me feel better, hell no!

My best friend and I decided to take a chill pill and find a place to sit so we could talk about other things, aka about boys, aka gossip, just a tiny little bit 😉 and of course how much we had both missed home. We spotted a bench.

After a little girl talk here and there, my friend went to go get ice cream. While seating alone, a well-dressed woman approached me, asked me my name and what I wanted to pursue after high school, surprised, I responded. Looking straight into my eyes, she says, “the sun is hot out here, work hard at school. You are a smart girl“

I couldn’t quite understand how a woman who appeared well off would know how hot the sun was. I mean, I saw her leaving in a black Range Rover, she waved at me! It seemed to me that she had it all figured out and she was probably living her dreams.

Who was that woman? Perhaps it was my guardian angel, or my future self or maybe just a stranger who went by telling young girls how hot the sun was! What were her motives?

I concur, the sun really is hot out here. Most times I wish life wasn’t as hard, none the less, life is beautiful. You may see me struggle, but you’ll never see me giving up!

My friend, tag along as we evolve to the very best versions of ourselves, Here’s to becoming women and men we’ve always dreamed of. Here we are allowed to be vulnerable, candid and most importantly HUMAN. Hold on tight, it’s gonna be a fun, bumpy ride.

Finally, I hope beautiful things happen to you, and when they do, I hope you can believe you are worthy of every single one of them.

 

Hugs,Bestie.

Location: Nairobi, Kenya

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