So, we had our first stay admitted at a hospital. The little one had had a racking cough for a few days, and two nights with a fever. Saturday lunchtime, he told me,’ya-ya’ (lala – sleep in Swahili) and climbed into my arms and fell asleep, mouth ajar, lips cracked. He hardly ever asks for ‘ya-ya’ so I knew something was not right. He was hot, not warm, to the touch and he just did not seem right. When he woke up, an hour later, he was lethargic and could barely keep his eyes open and mouth closed. I checked his temperature with my tympanic thermometer and with my oral thermometer (we have 3 thermometers in the house). 102 by the American tympanic. 39.8 by the oral thermometer. Continue reading
He led me away from the party, my right hand loosely clasped in his left. I felt like I was sixteen again and memories of my first kiss flickered in my mind. I followed behind him as we made our way past the cottages that dotted the reserve, the music from the wedding DJ thudded in the background. I was a little apprehensive. I mean, I had watched enough Law & Order, Arrest & Trial to stop and pull back a little then ask if he had plans to kill me in the bushes. His answer? “…to kiss you” Continue reading
It’s a new year. I walked into it on the heels of dancing and quickly downed glasses of Viceroy Brandy with Stoney Tangawizi mixed in. I watched a new friend serenade her brand new husband, and my tears threatened to drop, despite my very best efforts. A wedding on New Year’s Eve was not how I expected to spend the new year. But it was great. It was in the middle of the great Rift Valley, and we had to stop halfway through our vehicular drive over some rough terrain (thank goodness for 4-wheel-drive capabilities) to let a family of giraffes night-chomping down on some greenery and brush move out of the way. I saw a hippo as we worked the car down the rough road in the inky velvet of the night as we left the party spot, headed back to our thatched cabin that had a view of Lake Naivasha.
It’s a new year.
Writing, creativity, self-expression, fashion, love, prosperity, faith, coupledom…all are ahead of me and I am excited. Thrilled.
Happy new year!!!
Two weekends ago, my little boy hit the one-year mark. I released a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from my forehead, the sweat that accumulated each time I woke up at night to check if he was breathing, each time I placed my hand on my back in the inky blackness of our bedroom to see if I could feel his life pulse through him, each time I left him in the room to sleep and I constantly jumped up every 5 seconds whenever I thought I heard him stir…
This weekend, I turned a year older. I released a sigh of happiness, sipped on my favorite cocktail all day long while surrounding myself with the friends who decided to do a BBQ for me, for my friends with birthdays near or around my own – we roasted goat meat, marinated in a mix of lemon, rosemary, water and berbere.
Birthdays have always meant so much to me. Forget any other holiday or commercialized celebration, but NEVER forget my birthday. I do not hanker for gifts. I hanker for time, for conversation, for meaningful hugs. I got all these and more today. I got a perfectly timed email from my love, Austin’s Dad. I got a sweet hug from Continue reading
It’s my first ever Mother’s Day.
I have a son.
He stares at me and smiles so broadly. every. time. And
it takes my breath away. every. time.
I have a son.
He is learning how to walk, slowly.
His aunties hold him gingerly by the hands, lead him ahead of themselves and
he plods along, throwing one foot in front of the other…teh-teh we call it. Continue reading
My dearest Toni,
You have been there for me
when nobody else was…
at a time when so much was happening
to me, around me, against me…
you stayed smiling with me.
Friends like you are so rare,
sweet, kind, loving and non-judgmental.
Austin is so lucky to have you in his life,
as am I.
I sat down on this Valentine’s Eve and
decided that I ought to tell you, my sister,
how much I love, respect and admire you.
You have a strength and beauty that most
would die for, but you hold these traits with
such breathtaking humility.
Even when you feel that you are weak,
you are far stronger than you think.
That strength has uplifted me plenty of times before.
Sitting with you at sushi, at an ice hockey game
or just during our binge-watching marathons.
You have saved lives at work, while flipping that fabulous hair…
you have walked outside the lines of the box that life was trying to force you to
stay in…and you have thrived.
We have shed tears together (whether it was at a movie or a showing of Wicked is completely irrelevant…tears were shed)
We have LIVED life together.
You took care of me. You took care of my Austin.
For that I shall forever be grateful. You are a valentine. Our valentine.
By force, if need be 🙂
Happy Valentine’s, my sister!
M & A