Category Archives: Beauty & Brains
Being a woman is hard. Ask any woman. I know this because I am one. We are emotional, loving, caring, tough, nurturing, strong, beautiful, complicated beings…hardly a simple combination. We cry, laugh, shop, talk for hours, eat, try on clothes, clean, cook, work and try to stay sane. We fight, love, care, seek and try to please everyone. Somewhere in each woman is a little girl who never got over the beauty of a rainbow, pretty butterflies and flowers. The little girl in her seeks to be beautiful, noticed and loved. It’s true of every… Continue reading →
A phenomenon that I have always heard about recently came knocking at my door. I never used to believe the “rumors” that guys go to church to look for nice Christian girls to marry or date or whatever, well, that was until it happened to me. See, I am your average church girl. I grew up in church, I go to church, I am involved in church, I talk about church…really, I am a church girl. This is not necessarily a good thing, according to some. Family members and random acquaintances used to warn me…as… Continue reading →
So girls, let’s have a heart to heart. Why do we hate each other, spite each other and bring each other down? Why do we use bad words on each other…the B word, the WH word, the S word? We are all the same, we go through the same stuff, we have the same emotional make-up, we look pretty much the same inside…so shouldn’t we stick together? Girl 1: “That B stole my boyfriend!” Girl 2: “How could she? She just looks like something the cat dragged in anyway.” Girl 1: “I gave her a… Continue reading →
Adultery. We judge and sneer at those who indulge in it, but we haven’t been there…at least those of us who aren’t married. I watched (well, not the whole of it but nearly half of) a movie called Derailed starring Jennifer Aniston and Clive Owen and I saw the reality of cheating. It’s so easy to look elsewhere when home is no longer a peaceful place to be and your spouse no longer the angel you married. People have problems….sick children who drain every ounce of energy from their parents making it nearly impossible for… Continue reading →
![The School Of Life’s Lessons [Part 1]](http://lily.co.ke/files/2009/09/chalk-board-150x150.jpg "The School Of Life’s Lessons [Part 1]")
Lesson On Employment and Unemployment So, having been in the School of Life for the past 6 months (i.e. out of school and out in the Big Bad World), I have realised one thing…employment sucks, and unemployment sucks equally. Indulge me for a minute: Both have an equal number of pros and cons, even though they may not be very well-balanced. When you are unemployed, you get to have free time to reflect on your life and where you want to be, your dreams that you had let go of, what you really want from… Continue reading →
![The School Of Life’s Lessons [Part 2]](http://lily.co.ke/files/2009/09/heartbreak-150x150.jpg "The School Of Life’s Lessons [Part 2]")
A Lesson On Heartbreak I’m tired of hearing it: You will make a wonderful wife/girlfriend for some lucky guy Whoever you end up with will be one lucky guy Don’t worry, his loss…you will meet someone better You are an amazing woman and you will make some guy very happy WHEN??????! Granted, these statements have all come from guys I rejected who later moved on, and from well-meaning friends, but that is not the point. My point is, why is everyone hooking up and I’m not? Am I too choosy, too independent, too needy, too… Continue reading →
Recently I witnessed a most interesting sight. I was in the car with my mum and we were headed to town from somewhere quite suburban (read outskirts of Nairobi) where matatu drivers are even less courteous than those in the city centre, if that’s possible. We are used to matatus stopping in the middle of the road to pick or drop passengers, or just for the driver to enjoy the scenic view. So it came as no surprise that one matatu was smack in the middle of the road as we were driving. The car… Continue reading →
Ever been frustrated? Frustration is when one the heels on your gorgeous shoes snaps off as you are walking elegantly on the street amidst admiring male glances and envious female ones, which quickly turn to ones of pity and amusement. Frustration is when you are at the supermarket queue and one of your items is suddenly three times what you thought it was worth and you have to tell the cashier to deduct the item, causing hold-ups at the counter as the cashier calls the head cashier to unlock and enter some code thingamajig so… Continue reading →
“What’s with women and shoes?” a frequent question asked by my male friends. Seriously? How can they even ask that?! The thing is, shoes define a woman. The classier, the better. The more unique, the more impressive. Hence the seemingly endless search for the perfect pair, and a tremendous accumulation of other near-perfect pairs in the process.
Okay, actually this happens to me nearly everyday. Here is the typical scenario: A woman is patiently and innocently waiting for a matatu. Out of the blue, five touts come rushing toward her, seemingly from nowhere. She has barely been watching her surroundings; so lost is she in her own little world. Suddenly she is grabbed by her arms, shoulders, hands, and even her poor tired legs. Her first thought: “Oh no! I’m being kidnapped! What was that I saw on CSI? Pepper spray…nope. Kick the attacker…” But alas! Her legs have been grabbed! Slowly… Continue reading →