Posted: May 29, 2014 in Life, Time
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Seasons come and go

Like the ebb and flow of the tides

With every rise, we rise or fall

With every fall, we fall or rise

With every dawn and dusk

A dream withers, a life is born

From the beginning of the end, the end of the began

Will we see the sun shine, above the clouds?

What shall become of our star struck eyes?

When turbulent heavens open

Washing our yesters

Will we remember to carry

The light that keeps our eyes shinning

The gentle, that keeps our hearts warm

Safe from the chills of hard winter

Will our spirit roar across the plains in spring?

Causing all to pause and stare

At our greatly crafted lives

Or shall we be fizzled out by the shackles of barren lives.


Specially dedicated to Sabiha Armin.

Every new day is a chance to dream bigger, start afresh ,create something beautiful.

Every new day is a chance to dream bigger, start afresh ,create something beautiful.

For all the inspiration and ideas to becoming better every single day. I know that I will read your publications someday , and I will smile at the thought of the beginning of the end 🙂







India Lessons overload

Posted: May 9, 2014 in Uncategorized

Thought I should gather a few lessons av gathered in India. Didnt expect the list to be so long , neither to anticipate writing edition 2 . Some I will keep some I will unlearn as soon as soon that flight touches  JKIA grounds, whichever way the learning was worth it all. Each of these has fascinating stories behind them.

  • To pull a beautiful poker face
  • To dodge stuff, cars , people , things
  • Ek minute …because a minute can be a lifefime, a lifetime can be a minute
  • Jesus rocks
  • To say yes more often
  • Hanging on the edge of the train, and while at it jump while its on the move
  • Run for my life
  • To feel and not feel everything with the same magnitude
  • Yoga Magic
  • The Bhaiya bait—to get everything I want from locals without a single drop of sweat
  • To Stop and Stare
  • Go for coffee dates alone and have a bliss
  • Indian bargaining style-everything costs 30 % of initial price
  • Acquire gas from illegal market
  • Lay my soul bare
  • Dance to my own music
  • Write some sarcastic stuff
  • Survive anywhere
  • Life as a diva
  • Kya bakwaas hai?
  • All the food that is bad for flat abs
  • To travel for days without shower and still pull off hot looks
  • I truly am an amazing person
  • To forget so easily & fast that I forget the names of the nouns involved
  • Checking into train stations at 3am for 5 rupees ( shower, dressup and hit the road again)
  • Say what I need to say, how I want to say it
  • Calm storms with grace
  • Things like this

Somewhere on my way to work

  • See through peoples eyes, while at it touch their hearts
  • Trust or leave- nothing in between
  • Embrace uncertainty with laughter
  • To help strangers
  • To pray for strangers and mean it
  • Live with bare minimum
  • An English statement is incomplete if its ending lacks the words, only, itself , correct , the same or na
  • India has its own world map , unrevealed to the world. Top secret
  • To graciously turn cigarette offers away, but make new friends
  • Kya, ek, sida, bhaiyya, baas, chalo , is enough hindi for me
  • To read Spanish in English , its kinda a long funny story
  • Accepting that my heart is too small for dogs
  • Being grateful
  • To accept freely without questioning food , sweets, gifts , friends,
  • I am a miracle
  • People will stare, people will talkm give them a masterpiece to keep their gaze transfixed, their chats endless

Conversations gone bad

Posted: April 16, 2014 in Life

 Some days I give my self permission for pointless chit chat, ok let me rephrase most days anywhere anytime. Its kinda fun, getting completely immersed into peoples worlds, thoughts, reflecting on your own, connecting the dots, it’s a source of laughter lightens my spirit.

“Come on look at me seriously, do I look like I do drugs? But then you never know till you ask “

Saturday night out , new city exploration mission underway. Halfway in the night, my attention is drawn to a decently looking gentleman sited close by. He comes by and says hi, as we hit the chit chat button, we realize we work in the same company. Curtains start falling down and familiarity checks in..Not for long. He offers me drugs . No thank you I don’t do drugs. He is utterly shocked. Apparently all black people smoke drugs.. First am awestricken but respond calmly. I have heard this stereotype before mostly with the African guys, my encounter was pending. Seems you can never be ready enough. It takes half a minute for him to quickly ask “ seems like this conversation is not proceeding “ I whisper a prayer to the heavens for saving me from an explosive end. I graciously nod yes and go on dancing my night away, it’s still young after all. Lost in my moves I can’t help think we need a mental revolution, big scale.

“I will follow you to the end of the world, strictly private jets”

Few months earlier am walking to the train station. From behind me a voice says , “Are you going to Churchgate or Mira road.” I turn and ask “Why?” And the guy replies “ because am also going there” Back in my head am thinking are you superman to go to two places at the same time? Instead I ask “ Are you flying there? ” He nods and says “no by train only “ And I smile back sarcastically respond “ Then get lost “ Clearly it was one of those days.

PS: Mira road is where Africans live and Churchgate is for the elite , hippies etc, on a different day I would feel discriminated. That day has become elusive.

“There is no country on earth called Naigas, mere ignorance or the education system“

Some days at lunch hour I go out and sit by the sea on Marine Drive. Completely forget my troubles and just let the sea breeze blow my hair away.

On this particular day, I happened to be welcoming to chit chat. As the universe felt my need it responded accordingly. Unexpectedly conversation reached rock bottom when he asked my country of origin Person X: You are from Naigas right?

Me: Sorry Nai what?

Person X: Naigas

Me: Sorry there exists no such country in the world.

Person X : Looks away to the sea , shaking his head with a disturbed face.Perhaps wondering where on earth this stranger comes from.

Me: Quickly exists from scene.

“Kenya is in AUSTRALIA right?” pwahahahahahahahahaha , I wish

“ I remember this one time in the train heading back home. Normally many people will strike conversations with you about anything so I take advantage to learn something new. Always. Met this young college student, she studies social psychology and was busy preparing herself for the exams. As I have background in the same area, we immediately connect and we quickly accelerate to where are you from bla bla bla fish cake talks. Motivated by her enthusiasm , I give her a 20 mins lecture on Kenya. Am finally at Bandra and bid farewell.

Me : I get off here , nice to meet you and all the best in your exams

She: Nice to meet you too, you said your from.. (Before she can finish I respond )

Me : Kenya

She:Kenya is in Australia right ?

Me : Faintly… Africa ( I jump out of the train and walk hastily home)


Thankfully I  have lived through better days 🙂

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.



Inside a Bombay Train

Posted: February 25, 2014 in Uncategorized

On days like this I head to my neighbours house and give this lovely girl 3 kisses , leaving my lipstick all over her face. She is the only innocent being I know , I silently pray they never get her.  The demons of racism.It is a honest prayer.”


Jogging has become part come of my usual morning ritual. It is in these glorious hours that I strengthen my muscles for embracing diversity a key trait to survive in any foreign country.

Normal days are graced by very ugly dogs (yes I am unapologetic ), weird stares, ecstatic sunrise, several  beautiful smiles from strangers , romantic couples by the sea, and the best part is the small talks with CEOs , Indias who and who ,  and the energy I draw from the elderly who gather in different parks for morning brisk  walk and yoga. Several beyond 70 , yet full of much life and gusto.

Today however , the end of my morning jog took an interesting twist. On taking the last corner towards home, I notice a fat brown dog walking fast towards me, barking. I freak out , 7 months later my hate for dogs grows stronger by day. It’s a funny story because this dog specifically spotted me among ten other people sited or walking by and only came after me. The look on its face was terrifying. With my heart at my chest,  I quickly took shelter next to a man who was holding his 1 year old daughter  .  He was kind enough to protect me . I felt smaller than the child he was holding.

It took 3 adult Indian men to keep this dog away from pouncing its claws on me, tearing me apart into pieces.  Thank God, I maintain an amicable relationship with the neighbours , for their stern faces and human circle scarcely scared the dog. Keeping it away  for today , but am afraid of tomorrow. 😦

As I walked away, I recalled a conversation with a certain lady sometimes back. After sharing my morning dog stories, she quickly responded without much thought “ They can see you are different , your skin , your height , your entire physique so they come after you”  Oh how touching !  Luckily part of the commonly referred to as global mindset is actually a defense mechanism a traveller  develops for all kinds of bullshit, racism, foolishness , stereotypes and mere ignorance. I have it in check , double checked since am African commonly also called black girl. Hence I  quickly deleted her response from my mind. Rarely does stuff like this get to me ,  only pointing.  I was wondering  for 6 months , why pointing raises my emotions alarm,  till I recently made a trip to our embassy and was reminded by some Kenyan culture material that pointing is a taboo back home.

Moving gridsToday like all other mornings I got to see life from a different angle,  I saw racism from a dangerous animal view.  Its ugly,  disgusting, its fierce, its angry ,dangerous, foolish  and once it gets  to any being it tears  it  apart .

I also wish to mention  that it is  at this same place , where I  recently encountered a  5 year old who  called me a yogi because of my long braids. I felt ashamed to be a trained teacher. What an education system that intentionally misses Africa on its syllabus?

It also at this same spot , another  5 year old  cries clinging to her mother when she sees me. It has happened 3 times , so no am not paranoid , I am not dreaming either .

Mere coincidence ? only for those whose souls remain engulfed in darkness. Though these events sadden me ( an emotion am still learning), it  still  remains a funny story for I ponder how can any being judge another based on the color of their skin? What madness is this?

Wasted Heartbeats

Posted: January 5, 2014 in Life, Time, Travel

I could write the saddest lines tonight

Before you drop your next am busy line, try give chance to a little play :) Let someday be today, be now !

Before you drop your next am busy line, try give chance to a little play 🙂 Let someday be today, be now !

For the words not said, for the phone calls ended too quick

For the brief smiles, and hugs let gone too soon

For the time wasted self-absorbed, precious friends lost

Missed  firsts of our children, smiles of our aging parents

Chasing the lives we never lived

For our wisdom with everything else , but foolishness with time

Anger held on too long, love lost too soon

Deafness to the music that played in our hearts,

Eyes that never saw  , the beauty of now

For dreams lost to tomorrows that never came

Varkala is spectacular. You got to go to see it to relate to this word.  To swim in the dark sandy beaches, Seato sip cocktails sited by the neatly crafted beautiful restaurants.

To watch the sun turn from orange to gold to red, painting the sky with shades of grey, blue and orange. You got to listen to the endless strong waves that never calm down.Play with them and let them hit you hard sending you back to the shore. Amidst toddlers forget yourself and let the child within you arise.


Smile at strangers.

Kathakali DancersLet the magical Kathakali dance show mesmerize you. Picking a few lessons on how to love, hate , fight with your facial gestures

You got to walk in the evening by the cliff , Beauty 2and get lost on your way back to your hotel, only to realize the next morning you should have taken just one turn right or left to get there. 


And as you soak it all in headed to your next destination, you will silently whisper to God, the universe or whatever your believe in that this power will bring you back to this place.

Man with coconut

Some day , some time, with someone special.