Die You Devil! Die Again!

"You hurt him!
You hurt him!
You messed up his life!
You Devil!"
I screamed as I drove down the highway at 140KPH...

What could have been so terrible, unforgivable...

It was exactly 17 days ago.
I have wanted to write about this crazy experience for a while now, but I had not, till now, gathered the courage to remember in vivid detail and colour what happened early that Wednesday morning.

I will be watching...

CONGRATULATIONS!

We have peacefully left the past behind and not let it dictate our future as we elected the 4th president of the republic.God bless Kenya!

Too good, it must be true....

My 'maiden ride' on the Syoki train was fantastic! I called my regular bodaboda guy who picked me up at my gate, and rode all the way, across Mombasa Road (something I had sworn I'd never ever do by bodaboda but that wasn't even on my mind,) time was ticking and the train was reputed to leave on the dot of time. (I did however control where and when he could zoom across the road while I held my heart in my mouth determined not to add to the numbers of road/bodaboda causality statistics)

Customers do care for smiling service...

Yesterday morning, I walked into the Nokia Care centre along the Hilton Hotel building, right across from Dedan's statue. The lighting was great, all bright white and blue, lots of space and four ladies seated in a row facing the door. One seat in front of the lady at the corner (she seemed older and bossier) was empty and I, with a smile on my face walking in happy to see no long winding queue marched right up to her and said Hi!