Sunday afternoon it was time for the girls to sit and bond! It’s always great having a girl heart to heart. It was just so cool being able to open up about our hopes and dreams and for the futures that we wanted.
It was yesterday that I realized that there is more to life than money. Just being able to be in a place and be in constant awe of nature… and be at peace; that is living! I can’t believe how much we lose by living in the city and spend time trying to be a ‘cool’ brand and make truck loads of cash. And just focus on minting money. I saw in the heart of pure savanna, what real life is.
Life is waking up in the morning and staring into the green hills littered with green trees. Acacia trees spread out, birds chirping in the distance. The air; crisp and clean, it is as if every air inhaled and exhaled purifies your existence.
Life is being able to choose to sit and splash around in a plunge pool or take a walk in the warm embrace of the sun. I now know that life isn’t about owning a yacht, a condo, a fleet of SUVs or being married to royalty. Life is finding peace. Life is seeing the beauty of creation around you.
This weekend I fell in love with nature. And I feel restored and whole.
Besides the dreams, aspirations and new dawn on what life is. As women….yes we talked about men. Other than the usual ones challenged in typing proper English on text; we just wonder.
I know a friend of mine told me that men will latch on to what they see. You need to be physically appealing, but why is it even during a decent dress up at a function the typical stunningly gorgeous woman gets all the attention. I am rambling here, let me just say it like I did earlier.
Why is it no extremely gorgeous man (I mean the kind of guy who makes every woman’s head turn) ‘hit on me’. My pals did mention that at times the attractive men tend to be jerks or have some esteem issues. That isn’t a general trait, but it is common with attractive men.
Maybe I have been watching too many mushy movies. But it does reach a point where as a woman; you ask yourself; why can’t I find a man who will treat me like a queen? I don’t have to always show him the ropes on how he should do it. He knows.
That guy who will pull out a seat for me, open the door for me, take me a date. A real date, you know…dress up, dinner and wine, a nice, intellectual and funny conversation. And the both of us are ourselves. One male pal of mine told me that I intimidate men.
I don’t walk around with a sledge hammer or bellow insults at men. I am an extrovert, loud and yes I do speak my mind. But at times I don’t say a thing or do anything. I am just told that I am intimidating. I don’t get it. Well I will go back to what I should focus on. I just thought I would throw that out there and find out what real men have to say.
I know what I am going to say may have me lynched. But I am beginning to think that Kenyan men can’t appreciate a good woman when they see one. West African men exude an authority that I am yet to see in my generation of Kenyan men. And yes I am considering other races as well. Because what I have seen in the East of Africa isn’t much to write home about.
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