...dear diary, before the usual Sunday morning routine which tackling a week's pile of laundry and the never-ending general cleaning, I thought I sneak by and leave a trail of my oozing words.
...the hour of the day is the quietest in this neighbourhood the entire week as the weekly religious extravaganza is yet to come alive and most of its inhabitants are still asleep.
...beneath my skin is a ton of worries reminding me of what is grey about this new day but the image above refuses to let them conquer my mind. That is a gift of food from someone I have never even met.
...she felt because I have been kind to her daughter (whom I met through my brood), she should go through the trouble of bringing us fresh corn, avocados, traditional herbs for stew, and bananas plus some ready chicken which we gladly devoured last night.
...the bananas are to ripen in a few days and we all love those. The corn will be mixed with green beans and then boiled. I'll come up with like ten good portions of what we call 'githeri' in my mother tongue. That is a lot of food, to say the least.
...the herbs must be utilised today so I am thinking about some fish later and ugali. Do I need to say that avocados are life as they are healthy? We use them on food and bread during breakfast. Or do I need to add how expensive that pile would be for me right now?
...it is true when they say do good and it will always come back to you. I wasn't being kind to her child so that she can send me anything but here we are. And the timing? The universe indeed has ways of taking care of us.
...little signs like these steer my spirit back to light. They drag me back from the dark every time. And how can they not? When the universe keeps reminding me what I extend to others has a karmic response.
...the beginning of this week has taken off on an indebtedness note and that will bleed into the upcoming 22nd birthday of my Kijana. The little boy who was born to transform my teenage body into a mother is all grown up and I am blessed to have lived long enough to see it.
...who would have thought? There is always something to be immensely grateful for even as I take on this rough patch. If I can, I'd get anything he would wish for but I am hoping to just manage a birthday cake. That is my only wish for the next three days :)
Happy Sunday!
wambuku w.
