What kind of atmosphere am I promoting in my home?
What kind of conversations am I having?
What quality of work am I producing?
What kind of food am I cooking?
What kind of prayers am saying?
What kind of love am I offering?
What kind of relationships am I keeping?
What kind of clothes I'm wearing in the house when I'm alone?
If someone decided to drop by unannounced would they confuse me for
the local crazie?
How clean is my house?
How kind am I?
Do I gossip?
Do I put off people before I hear their story?
Do I prefer some people?
Do I have standards?
I am on a rampage
And it all started with that Sufuria scrubber pictured above.
When I was old enough to be sent to Nyeri Town by myself to do
household shopping, my Shushu would give me instructions.
When you get into the supermarket, get the Sufuria scrubber in a box,
not the one in a paper that makes noise.
"Ūrore wega karīa ke na gakotoni"
It was more expensive but it was the best, it stayed longer, it didn't
crumble into little wires and for that she didn't want any other.
And that was the way she ran every bit of her household.
We would go to the hardware to buy a new panga and spend one hour,
scrutinizing what was available. She didn't read, but I remember we
always got the Great Britain make.
How she would describe it:
"It's darker. With four lines near the handle."
On Sunday evening she would have her personal time alone. She would
make Mandazi in our biggest Sufuria. So my uncle and I would have a
snack to have with tea through the week. Other times it was green
boiled maize.
So many times when we had girl relatives visit, when their visit was
complete Shushu would say : I am going to wash those dishes myself and
I don't want anyone to do them for me.
Reason, the visiting relation perhaps did not wash under the handles of
the cups, or under the fold of the plates.
Yeah. It was a bit extreme sometimes, and at my age I didn't see the
need for all those procedures.
And then I moved into the city and money was hard to come by so I cut corners.
Why do I have to buy prepackaged rice when the other one is just rice as well?
Why should I wear a belt with this dress when I don't feel like?
So somehow I started to let things fall below standards even in
important areas of my life.
And then one day I woke up wondering ...do I even have any standards.
Then I watched this Ted talk and realized auuui.
I've been fine for a lorng time.
'The thing with being fine is that it is genius. You tell it to
yourself and you start to believe it because, then you don't have to
do anything about it.'
I can't afford a manicure but I'm fine?
I haven't visited my Shushu in six months but it's okay, she'll understand the hustle is real?
Is that the family I wanna have when I finally have my own? One that
doesn't check on each other often?
What kind of conversations am I having?
What quality of work am I producing?
What kind of food am I cooking?
What kind of prayers am saying?
What kind of love am I offering?
What kind of relationships am I keeping?
What kind of clothes I'm wearing in the house when I'm alone?
If someone decided to drop by unannounced would they confuse me for
the local crazie?
How clean is my house?
How kind am I?
Do I gossip?
Do I put off people before I hear their story?
Do I prefer some people?
Do I have standards?
I am on a rampage
And it all started with that Sufuria scrubber pictured above.
When I was old enough to be sent to Nyeri Town by myself to do
household shopping, my Shushu would give me instructions.
When you get into the supermarket, get the Sufuria scrubber in a box,
not the one in a paper that makes noise.
"Ūrore wega karīa ke na gakotoni"
It was more expensive but it was the best, it stayed longer, it didn't
crumble into little wires and for that she didn't want any other.
And that was the way she ran every bit of her household.
We would go to the hardware to buy a new panga and spend one hour,
scrutinizing what was available. She didn't read, but I remember we
always got the Great Britain make.
How she would describe it:
"It's darker. With four lines near the handle."
On Sunday evening she would have her personal time alone. She would
make Mandazi in our biggest Sufuria. So my uncle and I would have a
snack to have with tea through the week. Other times it was green
boiled maize.
So many times when we had girl relatives visit, when their visit was
complete Shushu would say : I am going to wash those dishes myself and
I don't want anyone to do them for me.
Reason, the visiting relation perhaps did not wash under the handles of
the cups, or under the fold of the plates.
Yeah. It was a bit extreme sometimes, and at my age I didn't see the
need for all those procedures.
And then I moved into the city and money was hard to come by so I cut corners.
Why do I have to buy prepackaged rice when the other one is just rice as well?
Why should I wear a belt with this dress when I don't feel like?
So somehow I started to let things fall below standards even in
important areas of my life.
And then one day I woke up wondering ...do I even have any standards.
Then I watched this Ted talk and realized auuui.
I've been fine for a lorng time.
'The thing with being fine is that it is genius. You tell it to
yourself and you start to believe it because, then you don't have to
do anything about it.'
I can't afford a manicure but I'm fine?
I haven't visited my Shushu in six months but it's okay, she'll understand the hustle is real?
Is that the family I wanna have when I finally have my own? One that
doesn't check on each other often?
What pace I'm I setting for my future household?
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