Power of choice.

The other day I left for Marsabit. I took off with Mission Aviation Fellowship (MAF) flights. I am still yet to debrief. I was traumatized the whole way, guess I am so used to big planes, I had no idea what it meant to fly with a small plane.

When we arrived in Marsabit, I discovered with shock that my luggage had been left at MAF offices Nairobi. So what do to? This was a cool-hot Tuesday and the next flight back to Marsabit through MAF was going to be on Friday (my date of departure)

For a moment, while at the airstrip, I thought I have two choices

•  To be miserable for the next 3 days and mourn over my clothes and stuff and just how impossible its going to be...or
• To thank God for a safe flight and move on and get a plan B. 

I choose option two. When my host asked me what to do, my answer was simple. Let’s move on. I will see what to do. We went ahead to have lunch, which I really enjoyed and to be honest I had so much peace, never worried about my luggage. 

After my fill, I asked the driver to take me to a shop so that I can buy some clothes. Which I did. I had fun wearing Gabra/Borana clothes. Missed my jeans. My trip was great; I travelled to Moyale and had some lovely meals in Ethiopia and met great people. I think they thought i am on of them, but definitely also looked like an imposter! 

(Can you spot me?- Well the only Gabra woman, working with the Gabra community- they are digging water pans as they wait for the next rainfall-story for another day)

Once again I learnt about the power of choice.  

Just things

Things that my readers may not know about me.

• I can’t sleep in the same room with a snail. I am totally scared of them.
• I think Chapati and Mandazi are divine foods! A constant reminder that God loves me!
• I struggled with serious self esteem because of my height (I am tall) but today, I am so grateful about my height, it comes with some sort of presence.
• My wedding shoes cost me 100Kshs that is 1.5USD.
• I don’t like complicated dressing and I will not go out of my way to wear – red shoes, blue shoes, white shoes…oh…Neither can I carry handbags with those colours.
• I am not good at being kept in suspense – if its not happening now, don’t say it.
•  My disorganization is my very organization.  E.g if I leave my earrings on top of the fridge, please don’t keep them safe for me-I get confused. Because that is the safest place I know.
•  I forget things so easily, including past heartaches. To be honest, after one or two months, I can watch a movie all over again and not even remember the story line.
• I am not so good at details, as long as its functioning, I am good to go.  
• I married my first love, and i am eternally grateful