Monthly Archives: October 2018

The Gatekeepers Route

A few days ago I removed my nail polish and my young king was very unhappy…”Mum, you changed your beautiful nails.” I never thought he would notice these things but he did. Oh he always notices when I dress and is my best critic so I have learnt to listen closely

He is my most consistent gatekeeper. When we go out he often quickly scans the serving dishes or menu for what I can eat. Recently having lunch with friends, he looked up and said, “…the best thing for you to eat is the cob salad.” I actually ended up with the cob salad because it had all the right ingredients for my meal.

How can the young king be so perfect a gatekeeper? God.

I have said it before, that God is never caught by surprise. Jer 1:5 makes it clear in no uncertain terms that God was aware from before time who each one would be and what would happen in our lives. He knew the heartache and struggle we would face that would create the right combination of pressure to ensure we turned out perfect.

It gets exciting when you realise that the only way out of that challenging situation is through it. Through it means walking down that dark path knowing that He is with you and His rod and staff they comfort you. Knowing that no matter how intense the challenge is, there is a way out in Him that is reliable.

I have learnt through my young gatekeeper that God is indeed interested in my success and will do all in His power to ensure that I succeed.

A few days ago, he remembered that I used to make a mean pineapple crumble and asked if I could make some. Of course I jumped to the challenge but as I made it, a whole new recipe emerged using oats, walnuts, macadamia, peanuts, wheat flour, sugar, cardamon, nutmeg, butter and cinnamon. Oh wow! Absolutely sumptuous.

It fascinated me because he didn’t worry that the biscuit topping was a way he didn’t know, he just knew that mama should have options that are healthier and more filling so he’d taste whatever she comes up with. Little things like this help me keep going.

It’s important to know your gatekeeper or gatekeepers to thrive to the fullest.

Push Restart

This journey has days when all you want to do is sleep yet there is so much to do. Many of us take pride in the fact that we keep going for long hours thinking that we are achieving a lot but when we look back…something is losing out.

I used to pride myself in never saying no to anyone or letting anyone down when it came to work and my people but I was really letting someone very important down. Why? Myself. We were raised to do our best and I interpreted it to mean never being the weak link so I did all I needed to do to ensure I never let others down. My theory was to always deliver above and beyond the call of duty no matter when and no matter what.

Then one day just after my nineteenth birthday my body packed. I went to bed fine and the next day and for six weeks after that, I couldn’t get up or do more than sleep. It was the longest few months of my life as I prepared to go to university but by the time I reported three months later I was well and off I went to the high-speed life of campus life.

Ha! I didn’t learn or remember the lesson because many years later while running my own business and being mummy and everything else…it happened again. The second time around was even worse than the first time as I had all sorts of breakdowns in just ten weeks. It didn’t happen out of the blue like the first time because I knew the signs but was unable to put brakes on my life and find balance. This time I promised myself it would be the last time I burn out.

I had seen what burnout did to my mother. It was six months in bed and a couple of years of painstaking recovery after that including an early retirement on medical grounds. It was shocking to know that this once super active woman got exhausted doing simple things like walking around the court. Driving to Nairobi was impossible for many months. I knew that even if I thought I was superwoman before, those days are long gone. I wasn’t willing to be in bed without the ability to rise again.

I learnt to listen to my body because it never lies.


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I wish I had learnt to exercise in those days. Food was never really a challenge but getting up and going for a walk or working out in the house was unheard off for me…I didn’t have the time or interest.

What did I do? I learnt to take time every so often to just chill…oh yes…just sit still. It included simple holidays to see friends and sit by the ocean every morning, or watching peoples timelines and enjoy the photos of where they have been, or just go to bed and sleep in the middle of the day if I was too tired to focus or read a great book. I also taught my little man that if mum is sleeping she is not to be disturbed. When he was younger and I took a nap, he would climb in with me and sleep because he didn’t want to be bored. These days he is his own man.

I realised that I had to teach myself to press restart and rest as well as teach my people to respect the fact that I am resting. So if you come to my house and I am asleep please know that the little man won’t wake me up unless you are on the prequalified list of people…yes, we have one of those. The beauty of my prequalified people, they won’t be upset if I am asleep in fact, they will spend time with the young man until I get up.

One thing is for sure, I have learnt to restart often and it is making a difference in my life.

How many times have you ignored aches and pains or a foggy brain or other symptoms just to get work done or not to disappoint that person? Just think about it carefully and be honest with yourself.

When was the last time just pressed restart?

Beloved… Come

It was an idle day waiting for my guests to arrive. We got to the airport early to beat traffic and get a parking close to the entrance. Who doesn’t like a short walk to the car especially if you know the guests have heavy boxes and you didn’t want them to push carts too far?

Scanning the crowd to pass time, I saw her… cute, simply dressed, calm in the sea of excitement, standing alone outside the terminal. She caught my attention because everyone else seemed to be in a group chatting away. Yet she stood alone on the sidelines, quietly watching, waiting and if you weren’t watching closely you’d miss her altogether. Every time a group of people came through the doors her eyes darted from face to face looking for a particular one and then she settled back into her quiet stance.

Then it happened. Just after a large group of travellers, a lone gentleman came out and was quickly engulfed by a circle of people all chatting and clamouring for his attention. He greeted each one all the while scanning the group as if looking for a particular face. Nope, not that one, or that one, or that one, or that one…on and on till the group was done and then he looked beyond them. Scanning faces in the crowd end to end oblivious of the chatter around him… Then he found what he was looking for.


Following his gaze, I was drawn back to the little lady I’d seen in the background. Suddenly he was standing in front of her, dwarfing her by a foot, suddenly silent before her as if requesting her permission to approach. A single tear rolled down her cheek and right on cue he drew her close relief evident in his stance as he lifted her off her feet silently holding on. No words, just quiet communication. 

Silence suddenly engulfed the group as they noticed where he was. Then questions bubbled up. Who is that? they whispered. How come we don’t know her? How long was she waiting? Why were his shoulders shaking? Is he laughing or crying? Who said he’s crying? What is taking him so long?

For a few moments I lost track as my team arrived but as we walked to the car, I passed near them then I realised what was going on…they were praying. Yes praying out in the open with a reverence I’d never seen before. What was it that led them there? Why did she stand aside and wait? What prayer did his arrival answer? What was it they couldn’t hold back on? I would never know but oh, how I wish did.

~ Borrowed ~


It resonates with me that is the kind of joy God would love to see in me when I think of spending time with Him working on the goals He has given me. Fuelled by the knowledge that I cannot fail as long as I do it the way He has instructed. Driven by the realisation that nothing is impossible because He is with me. As I have shed weight on the outside. He has made me lighter on the inside. I no longer stand in the shadows scared but I’m changing in the brilliance of His love for me.

He loves me irrevocably and irrespective of where I come from and that’s enough for me.

I am beautiful: I am beloved

I’ve always thought those movie lines when a guy says to a girl as she wakes up, “My you are beautiful,” are corny but I’m rethinking that today. You see, in a recent conversation I was told that ‘If you want to see how beautiful someone is, look at them when they just wake up or are sleeping or are bone weary tired.’

Initially, I laughed because these are the three most likely times we are bleary-eyed and look our ‘worst’. They are makeup free moments that show our greatest perceived vulnerabilities that we usually hide from the world alongside our greatest assets. These are the moments when we see the truth about ourselves and either love or hate it.

Can you stand to look at and love yourself in the mirror straight out of sleep or when you are exhausted and just want to crawl into bed? If yes, kudos. If no, allow me to ask why? It’s not random that many of us don’t like what we see when we look at ourselves. It’s a plan from darkness to disrupt what God has said is good so that we move away from the master plan.

Nothing happens outside God’s realm of knowledge.

This simply means that He was aware from scratch who we are and that this is the road we would take to be in this place on this particular day. This awareness will make Him allow the insecurity but ensure He has planted enough signs in and around us that tell who we are and how he sees us that we may hold onto that reality, deal with the matters at hand and choose the right way… His way!

I remember the conversation because even as I had been complemented I was still wondering if I was actually looking beautiful after a long day in the sun, driving around the city and helping others achieve their goals. Then I remembered all the glances that kept coming my way as I passed different people all day. The heads that turned as we drove into the garage, the ones that turned as we negotiated for wares by the road, or as my little man and I crossed the road, or as four of us walked into a restaurant. The ones that turned as we walked to the car, as we entered the supermarket, as we chatted with friends outside the restaurant or the guard at the gate as we drove into the estate.

None saw how worn out I felt on the inside and I realised the calmness was because I was leaning on the strength my Papa had given. The tiredness was only evident to those I had spent the day with who knew just how much we had expended as well as a few family members who know me well. I’m not always at my best when I am tired but my Papa makes all things beautiful regardless of the situation and this was one such time.

So I choose to believe that since He created me and said “Beautiful,” when He was finished, I can stand on the same and be sure that in my most natural form…

…I am beautiful: I am beloved

You Are Just Perfect

We are conditioned very early about how the right size, the right fashion, make up choices, good hair etc. gets us the right kind of attention and makes us more appealing. There is nothing better than loving yourself but for many women this is a figment of imagination.

Often we aren’t aware of the intensity of the messages we hear about our weight, looks, dressing etc. or how they take root on the inside to make us insecure and leaving us feeling less than good enough if we don’t do certain things. Even more interesting is watching clothing sites. Have you ever noticed how good clothes look on the models and then when you see locals in the same outfits they don’t look as good? Oh it isn’t all of them because there are West African models whose photos are so beautiful they are used because of the great fit of the clothes.

The misfit is simply because our African girls are built differently.

I know this struggle very personally because I am two different sizes. Hahaha! Seeing is believing! For most of my life it has been hard to find clothes with the right fit. This made shopping such a nightmare because I couldn’t get dresses that fit so I would have to have my clothes tailored.

I remember going to a tailor who took measurements but when she begun the work she decided the measurements were wrong because no one can have a ten-inch difference between waist and hip measurement. Really? In a village not far from ours there are girls who are more than twenty inches hip and waist difference. In another instance, another designer was taking my measurements and suddenly he laughed. When I asked him what was up, he said he kept forgetting the last measurement because my dimensions are so diverse.

So why do clothes look so different on models from many of our African girls? Well, we are simply built super differently and need to take that into account. God did some really special work when He built African girls.

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Do you believe that you are so breathtakingly beautiful that God would create you the same way if He put you together?

I didn’t believe and it took a long time for me to understand it. Self-worth is a personal journey that coach highlighted today. ‘If you don’t believe in and love yourself it won’t matter what anyone says. They could tell you every day how hot you look but all you will hear is ………………….. nothing! The only way to get past it is to deal with the issues and learn to love yourself for who you and then the confidence will pour out of you.’

In my case, he was right. I had heard for many years what the dimensions of the perfect body were and I was past those dimensions by my thirteenth birthday so you can imagine how I felt about myself after that. It took a long time to find the root of the thoughts and deal with them so I was stuck in limbo. The journey of 2018 has made me deal with my perspectives and beliefs so many of the issues I had have dissolved in the face of God. He debunked my personal opinions and showed me His perspective and my jaw dropped.

He loves me just as I am; I am beautiful just as I am; He would never change how He made me.

What will it take for you to believe you are beautiful and everything about you is just perfect according to God’s plan? You are dearly loved.

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The Sugar Process!!

Strength is found in asking God to help and having people who keep me in check too.

Yes, I said people who will keep me in check. These are travel companions; people destined to be by my side and me by their side as we all rise into the fullness of who God says we are. These are people willing to seek God about me and ask all the hard questions I need to ponder and answer to trigger the next step. People who love me enough to keep me accountable and hold me close when I don’t have the strength to walk. Indeed, this is my walk and I must choose to remain in it but I need people I love enough to be totally honest with and ask hard questions too.

Why do I need people who ask questions?

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Questions are the key to really deal with the issues of life. They bring thoughts and emotions to the surface and show us what to deal with. I have found that the things that bring tears to our eyes or make us blazing mad are the things we need to deal with. When we add God to the equation it may feel like being between a rock and a tough stone with no escape but it ensures all things are dealt with making life smoother. God knows what can break us or make us mad but He needs us to depend on Him and rise above emotions and be fully dependent on Him.

It’s part of our training to be soldiers in His army.

The intention is to move our allegiance from the things we can do to the might and power of God and dependence on only those He has highlighted. The first step is to strip us of all their comforts and dependence on self and then build up total allegiance to and dependence on Him and His word including those assigned to us; think of the buddy system in the army. Yes, we are human and do have emotions but His intention is that we connect to His emotions, His heart, His mind, His people, His way. Remember how Jesus was mad about what people had done in the temple? He was upset about how people were dealing with God and His word not his own flesh.

Moses was angry when the Israelites wanted God’s presence yet when he left they turned and did their things that satisfied their flesh. He expressed God’s heart but broke the tablets… So he had to make a new one. I realised that when we express emotions outside God we cause harm to others.

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Emotions affect how we deal with life. They affect how we respond to everything including food, exercise, stress, joy and everything else. So I wonder, are my emotions causing the distraction by sugar? What is the trigger? How do I get past them and focus on the road ahead?

The support to deal and overcome is a guarantee; I just have to decide to deal and overcome.