African. Kenyan. Maasai. Not the girl next door. Lover of all things art. All things Bob Marley. All music reggae. All food cake-like. Architecture major. God. My family.
Loving Sunsets. Architecture. Design. Painting. Island living. Green tea. Whisky. Photography. Piercings. Tattoos. India.
NEVER read a book written so beautifully….if only id read this book when i was 12/13…my life would have never wandered as far as it did looking for the answers that this book gives in just the first 5 pages.
The Nairobi National Museum is the custodian of Kenya’s natural and cultural heritage. It is the home to a variety of cultural and natural history exhibits. The displays include prehistoric artifacts, over 900 stuffed birds and animals, fossils, ethnic displays from various Kenyan ethnic groups as well as local artistic exhibits.
I use to pray to God and ask him to send me the perfect man. A man with morals and goals. A man who is family orientated and motivated. A man I could be proud to stand beside.
I thought I met this man, but maybe he isn’t the one for me. At first I blamed him, thinking it was his fault. He never made time for me. I always had to be the one to contact him first. He would schedule me in, rather than be spontaneous. He has time to play card games, but not time to respond to a missed call.
I try to resent him, but I can’t. We’re just friends right? I can’t make it more than what it is. I can talk to him for hours and never realize that the day has passed. Hanging up the phone is painful. The connection we have is different. Soul mates even. I’m finally realizing what I have to do.
Now I pray to God and ask him to make me stronger. Make me love myself more. Take care of myself. Get some sleep. Cry. Laugh. Watch a good movie. Take a long walk. Create art. Take a trip. Talk to my mother. Talk to my father. Talk to my brothers. Cry by my dogs. Watch the sunset. Watch the sunrise. Take a long drive. Chill at home alone and look into my mirror and say, “Thank you God for guiding me. I know you will make it happen when it’s supposed to. I will never force your hand again.”