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Untold lives of woman, is a woman's journey on the path life has set her on.
A blog about factors that affect the lives of women and where you can find inspiration.
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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

NAIROBI WOMAN

NAIROBI WOMAN
Part 2of2

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I felt challenged to write this post when someone said in a meeting. ,if you Google nairobi women all you see is negative results ,and without a doubt. We can be intense. However I will give you an aspect ,that is in true fashion .Untold Lives Of Women Kenya so here goes.
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Walking in town no longer excites her. She walks with a world of thoughts and regrets on her shoulders.
The city has stolen so much from her. She has changed. How she wishes she could go back to the simple days. When she was just a young girl without a care in the world.

Her thoughts overwhelm her as she walks through the streets . Failed relationships. Unrealistic expectations placed on her by society of what she should be, that make her doubt if she is good enough. Her insecurities tend to get the best of her when she is in this mood. Sometimes she will lash out.

Sometimes ,she will revert inwards . Which to onlookers makes her look like a mean person. She had dreams once. To her the sky was the limit . Now it feels like a bottomless pit. She goes to work where she is overworked and under paid. She has a family to work for so she gives it her absolute best because she knows she needs the money. Waiting to be acknowledged with a promotion that never seems to come her way.

She cooks,she cleans, she slaves away. Nobody acknowledges her hard work . So she occasionally buys a new bag, or new hair or new shoes. Because she feels, if she looks good on the outside she will feel it on the inside. Some days it works. Some days it doesn't so walking around in a lesso with a stocking on her head will do just fine.

She has few friends because she couldn't stand the fakeness of the rest. She occasionally has a drink or two to silence the voices and be free for a few hours. The hangover makes the regret even worse because she still has to do her daily chores and support her family as mother, wife, daughter and friend.

The sound of a horn makes her snap out of the world she was in back to her reality. She puts on her fake smile buys ingredients for dinner, engages in small talk and then goes home to fulfil yet another role, but she is fine with it. She knows she is built for whatever comes her way. Because the African woman is "a home maker."  ..........................

So who is the Nairobi Woman you may ask? SHE is an evolution of the nairobi Girl. She is a mother, she is a daughter, she is a friend, she is an employer, she is an employee. She has different roles and goes about them differently. Everyone is different and that what makes us beautiful. If we spend more time building her up instead of tearing her down she will thrive . If you treat her wrong. Wrong is exactly what you will get. Above all DO NOT JUDGE HER because if you where given a mile to walk in her shoes you would crumble. And to you I say what you are going through is not who you are stand tall. Never give up. You are phenomenal.

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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

NAIROBI GIRL (part1of2)

NAIROBI GIRL
Part 1 of 2

I felt challenged to write this post during a meeting when someone said, "if you Google nairobi Girl all you see is negative results." and without a doubt we can be a handful. However,I will give you an aspect that is in true fashion "Untold Lives Of Women Kenya" so here goes my take on the Nairobi Girl.


Growing up, in the red,rustic,bushy  village of her childhood .Where she spent her days ,barefoot going about her daily chores. Far away from the dreamy ,urban city of Nairobi. The only images she had of this magical place ,were the images the of town folk she saw, when they came home for the holidays .Their flawless skin, lavish clothes, fabulously styled hair and luxurious cars. She looked up to them because they spoke eloquently.

 That is when she noticed that,she couldn't speak like them.All she knew was her mother tongue and a few English words, that had been taught to her. She looked at her dusty feet and longed for a day that she could be a "city girl".

It's high school graduation day now, and the next day . She smiles from ear to ear. Knowing she will be leaving farm life and finally become what she has always aspired to be.

Nairobi is exactly what she pictured and more. The sites ,sounds and smells overwhelm her senses. She realises she needs to re invent herself.

Slowly she changes her look, gets a new walk, a new accent and even pretends she doesn't know her mother tongue. But now, she has a new challenge. She wants to be like the the Kim Kardashians of today and the famous socialites she sees online. (of course she is now on social media and has learnt how to pout for a selfie)
 She even has a boyfriend who has tasted of her forbidden fruit. She feels like she is a woman now. However she is still one step behind how will she get to the VVIP status with no money.

Days go bye and a lot changes soon she looks in the mirror and she can no longer recognise herself.
How she wishes she could go back to her simple days when she was just a girl from the farm. She has changed. Walking in town no longer excites her. She walks with a world of thoughts and regrets on her shoulders.
The city has stolen so much from her......... to be continued