IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES.....

Yesterday I was reminded of just how mortal we are. I attended a funeral service for a gentleman that I never got an opportunity to meet. However, it got me so emotional and I wept. I wept for a friend, who in her words, "feared never hearing the voice of her dad ever again". I wept for a wife who will never get the leadership of her husband after being together over 3 decades. I wept when I realized the deceased was only as young as my parents. My heart broke and my eyes became wet when one by one the family gave their tributes….. This man was obviously loved very much by his family and the void that he has left was evident. They said we sing the hymn ‘It is well’ as the family lay wreaths and I just couldn’t get myself to say those words. At that point in time, it was certainly NOT WELL with my soul.

One man stood to speak. He put things into perspective. He said that the only thing that we should worry about is our relationship with Christ in this land of the dying. Yes, we are in the land of the dying…. Those who die while in Christ are the ones in the land of the living, for they will never die! As for us who are still here, he ‘predicted’ that the probability of us dying in future is 100%. He made us consider what most of us would rather not when he said that who knows, probably he would not even make it home in the evening for he could even trip as he is leaving the pulpit and well…. pass on. It was a sobering reality for me. This reminded me of my most favorite bible verse: Psalm 90:12 – Teach us to number our days aright so that we may gain a heart of wisdom. A verse that daily reminds me what really matters in this life. Well, the man told us to be at peace, my friend’s dad was indeed in a better place, since he had a relationship with Christ. Then they said we sing ‘It is well’ again, and this time I managed to sing. My heart felt lighter. At this point, I even managed a private joke moment. You see, I caught myself applauding alongside everyone else when one Dr. Kizza Besigye was laying a wreath, and the thing is I do not think any of us could really explain why the applause…. maybe because he fights for ‘our’ rights? He also mourns his loved ones? First time to see him in person? I still do not know why I clapped all so enthusiastically. Perhaps it was because he represented the face of resilience and hopefulness. I suppose.

Anyway – moving along swiftly. In weddings, ’till death do us part’ is a vow we always think about when we are talking about remaining married for the long haul. However, the other meaning of this is that, there is a 100% chance that we will some day ‘fly away’….. the only twist is, you never know when.  This makes me think back to one of the best days of our marriage. Just two days ago, during our morning devotion, Hun re-dedicated his life to Christ. Oh what a joyous day it was, in our house and in Heaven... as the good book says. There is a certain peace that comes with knowing that the people you love will have a mansion next to yours in the pearly estate.

The other thing that we are totally grateful to God for is allowing our lives to be such that we are able to spend insane amount of time with each other. I have heard in other circles, it being called ‘suffocation’, yet for us we seem to enjoy every moment of it. Initially, Hun used to say it was because I was new in Uganda; didn’t know my way around and did not have friends…. I wonder what his ‘excuse’ is now that I can move about by myself and have made a ton of friends. Anyway the point is, when (not if) one day the vow - till death - becomes reality, our hearts will be comforted knowing we got to spend every possible moment with each other.

Life is just but a vapour….. make every moment count!

Dad Vs. Dad

Interesting read by Kariba, www.kariba.co.ke, a new daddy! A word for all the new dads or aspiring dads and the women in their lives.

Hun and I also taking notes for when that time comes.

Posted on March 10, 2014 by Kariba Moko

Its 3 am on a chilly Nairobi night. I’ve been up the last 45 minutes trying to get my daughter to sleep. Earlier in the day she got her first immunisation jabs and she’s been a bit cranky. Looking back, it’s been a blissful 6 weeks and our little bundle of joy has been a welcome addition. She is a 3 year answered prayer having hit an ectopic bump earlier in our marriage.
Being dad is an exciting feeling but it’s continuously becoming a learning lesson as I contrast the reality versus the expectations of being a dad. Here are my top novice learning lessons

1. Talk
The first week after the surgery was the hardest. Everyone recites the for better or for worse vows, no one tells you your first attempt at being parents would be the first hurdle ending up in a surgical ward.
My first reaction was anger; I immediately changed gynaecologists, talked to my insurer about bad doctors on their panel. Complained! Complained! Complained! Sadly I am a man and we try to fix things not feel.
Talking with other older couples and realising just how many of them had also gone through unsuccessful pregnancies not only helped me come to terms with our loss but also be a partner not a fixer to my wife.

2. Go for experience
If you followed my tweets a while back, I came up to the conclusion that male gynaecologists are generally better than their female counterparts.
My rationale: since the female anatomy is foreign to man. He tends to be curious. We went through 2 lady gynaecologists and a couple of scans only for the last guy to quickly spot the ectopic pregnancy from the symptoms presented. Feminists, before you lynch me. I would still visit a female gyne with my wife but they would have to be ultra-experienced and not only with certificates on their walls. Degrees I feel can be bought.

3. Drop the macho, Get He-Motions
Pregnancy is a dictatorship, and she is dick. Your role in the process doesn’t end at the billion man race ending with a fusion.
With hormones all over the place, prepare for the worst but hope for the best. I’ve listened to a few of my friends’ stories to know I got off easy with ice cream cravings at 10pm once or twice.
Recently, The Hug became a trending topic when the president hugged his wife after the inaugural first lady marathon. Listening in on Maina Kageni’s breakfast show it was sad to realise we actually have folks out there who use traditions and myopic thinking to deny themselves of intimacy/vulnerability.
The 9 months taught me to be there the biggest hurdle being going with her to the delivery room, an experience I found wasn’t half as bad as I imagined. You can be sure that bought me a Gazillion points which I shall bank in the future when I find myself in trouble with the Mrs.

4. Get some S
Babies KILL anything that starts with the letter S…Sex, Sleep, Sanity, Savings, Salary and they do this with their secret weapon Screams! Since you are never sure what each scream means you’ll probably do a few doctor visits and diaper changes before you realise which scream means what. So before your life becomes a living nightmare for about a month…Get all the S you can. The former being most preferred.

5. Plan ahead
Babies don’t come cheap. I remember having a chat with one of my friends after his baby came through and he was thanking me for advising him to raise his pregnancy cover. He had planned for a normal delivery but the baby had other ideas and he ended up paying for a Caesarean Section.
One of the most frustrating lines I have ever seen is the checkout at a maternity ward. Here new fathers are grabbed by the balls as they discover baby delivery costs they didn’t expect. I am quickly discovering what my role in life…to constantly ask “how much is that?” I learnt this when planning for our wedding. The lessons apply to everything after that.

6. Celebrate quietly
Babies are popstars! They attract groupies. From day one, new uncles, aunties, grandparents and friends will stroll in unannounced to give their regards.
Sadly, the first few weeks are hardest for the mother as she’s trying to understand the baby and still keep her sanity while recovering. In as much as family support is needed I have found myself constantly asking for alone time just so that mother and baby can get their quiet time. Of course as time goes by this all changes and the more company around you the better.

7. Mute the world, Trust your instincts.
Everyone cares for your new-born and sadly it doesn’t end at the gifts. Every visit comes with a bunch of recommendations depending on what the little one is up to.
I’ve come to the simple conclusion; despite the well-intended advice sometimes going with your gut is the best policy. In the baby’s world only mummy and daddy exist.

BLESSED ARE THE BIG GIRLS!

Yesterday, I did one of the most difficult things I have ever done…….

Less than two weeks to our wedding, Hun and I had a nasty fight. I even cried. Ok the fight wasn’t all that bad, it just happened that the reality of the d-day drawing nigh had left me an emotional mess. I broke down at every opportunity, including when the time came to bid farewell to our security guard, the loyal ‘askari’ who had enthusiastically greeted me with a smile almost every morning for the past four years, and who always informed me on new developments in the Estate and any new rules by the Estate Association Officials that he thought I should observe. I wept when I saw children playing outside my house, the children who had often driven me crazy with their noise on those days I had wanted some much needed peace and quiet, I realized how much that noise had become a part of my life over the years. I digress. So anyway, the man I was going to marry in a few days had wronged me and he wouldn't see things my way. I therefore decided to ‘retaliate’….. that made him furious, he walked out on our reconciliatory meeting…. now he had two wrongs!! That led to a standoff…. Hun wanted me to apologize but ofcourse he started ‘it’ and so it was all his fault. He made me do the bad, he should have just apologized and we get on with the final touches for the wedding. I couldn’t get why he was being stubborn. At some point two of my close girlfriends tried to arbitrate but clearly even they couldn’t see that he was the one entirely on the wrong, and I only did what I did, to….you know, just to show him that I can be bad too. If they wanted to step back to the 50s, I wasn’t about to go that road with them. A few days after that, we had some counseling sessions with the officiating Pastor and the matter came up and the good Reverend took Hun’s side and even recommended a book for me (the innocent party) to read!!!! Ofcourse he did. He was male and also I had already realized within the first few minutes of the meeting that the two of them had quickly established a certain rapport. Other than the fact that they were both from the same ethnic community, they chatted away about Uganda and Kampala and soccer and politics, never mind it was the first time they were meeting.  Hun still convinced I was on the wrong, bought me the book Total Forgiveness by R.T. Kendall, as if I needed it!

A few months into our marriage, as I have mentioned in earlier blogs, we met a group of amazing friends, all of them married longer than we. And everytime we would be in discussion regarding marital stuff, my point of having been on the right weakened more and more. At that point, I decided to give the book a try. I started reading it. It was tough, really tough for me. I didn’t think any of the things proposed there were possible, unless ofcourse I pretend and I was not ready to pretend. Well, a few months down, we had a ‘Forgiveness’ themed lesson series in our children’s church for a month. I wrote the lessons and I even taught during some of the Sundays but my turning point came from learning about forgiveness from the children. It was humbling! I remember telling them that I admire them because at their young age, were able to ask for and freely offer forgiveness! I told them that they should hold onto that virtue for as long as they shall live…. I even told them their marriages would be much happier….. I said that to 10 year olds! By that time I had come to realize that since it was difficult for me to apologize, it also made it difficult for me to forgive. I usually thought that for an apology to come out so easily from someone, there is no way it could be genuine. I must say this has been a humongous-septic-pus-filled blister in our bliss.

Yesterday early in the morning, I needed to do some transactions at the bank - a stone throw from where we live. So I got there and queued. I then stepped aside for a second and when I tried to get back on the line, a high heeled, sharply dressed young lady told me that I needed to ask her nicely or else she would not let me back…… my mind went oooohhhh I know she didn’t just challenge me!!! Anyways I told her - not in a nice tone - that I am not about to beg her to get back to where I was and that I WILL be served before her. And I was. But then for the first time, that ‘victory’ didn’t feel nice…. at all! I just realized how true what we’d been reading about last week is. That often, our responses during conflicts - whether to fight back or run are based on ‘FEAR’. At that time I was afraid of looking weak and vulnerable to her and everyone else who witnessed the little cat fight. You see, I was afraid that the lady would look down on me because she was sharply dressed, and I had just jumped out of bed and into the first piece of clothing that was near me. I was afraid that she will never know that I do also dress just as sharp! But then I got convicted by the prayers we had said in the morning to ‘not give the devil a foot hold’. At that point it occurred to me that I had nothing to prove, that what she or others perceived of me would never change who I really am. I felt terrible…..as soon as I got served, I walked upto her and apologized. I said the words….  I am sorry…. to a stranger! It wasn’t easy but it was worth it, and felt great afterwards. Contrary to what I have thought all along, it didn’t make me feel weak! I realized it takes a big person to apologize, not a ‘small’ person!

And so on this day, more than one year later I want to publicly say to Hun….. I am really sorry, I got back at you for you-know-what. It was wrong. I was afraid that if I had apologized on that day, I would live apologizing for the rest of our lives whether or not I was on the wrong. I was afraid that after moving away from home, I’d have no one else to fight for me but ‘ME’ and so I needed to be ‘tough’, foolishly taking the place of God. I had fear of the unknown, I was getting married in a few days and was afraid of how that was going to change my life, so very afraid that I was not in control of the future. Hun I was afraid, but I was still wrong regardless!

MAVUNO CHURCH - MY STORY

Source: www.mavunokampala.org

Now now now...... I was not planning on publicly saying anything about the Mavuno flyer controversy but a post on my Facebook Time line made me realize that I have a responsibility - I am the 'face' of Mavuno for most of my friends and family. The reason I was not going to say anything is because if this poster had come out a year ago I'd probably be the first one to have ridiculed it.... and one thing for sure, no matter how many times Pastor M. would have gone from one media house to another I would not have seen things any differently, I had already made up my mind that Mavuno is for the un-serious Christians. I lived in Nairobi West and I never ever attended any of the services at Mavuno which was next door. I mean how is it that the Worship Leader encouraged people to go nurse their hangover in church?? Huh?? Never mind all this was hearsay.... Still, didn't he know that church is for those of us who have 'got it together' especially on Sundays? Church was the place where we were supposed to be on our best behaviour and appearance? I guess it is human nature to demonize what we are ignorant about.... or maybe that was just me. So anyway, I decided to tell my Mavuno story, not so much to 'defend' the Church but to tell the other side that the media is not making noise about; that side that screams: Mavuno Church is about T.R.A.N.S.F.O.R.M.A.T.I.O.N!

So fast forward to today.... I am now Mavuno damu. I keep thinking God has such an incredible sense of humour! The church that I considered un-serious has been my school of faith! It was not until I began worshiping there that I realized Mavuno, like many Pentecostal churches, has its target group (http://www.mavunokampala.org/#/about-mavuno/our-target) and that explained alot why they did things differently. I love my former church (not Mavuno) and whenever I am in Nairobi that it is where I worship from. That is the pulpit where I gave my life to Christ and that is where I first got the courage to serve in church and for those and many other reasons, it will always be a special sanctuary for me. But then, by no one elses fault but mine.... while there, I was more of a Sunday Christian; don't get me wrong I still really tried to keep within morally acceptable standards most of the times. I honestly (I know it sounds foolish) thought that I needed to be perfect and when I'd sin I would be so hard on myself..... I thought it was by my own strength that I needed to keep on the straight and narrow..... didn't understand the grace of God. That is why I preferred to put my church friends in a box labelled 'Sunday life', that way I never interracted with them during my 'normal life' hence they would not get to know that I (also) sinned, now not anymore.... not after meeting real people with real issues and encountering a real God! God needed to take me out of my comfort zone, all that was familiar to me..... to experience Him afresh! Until I came to Mavuno, I had never really known what it meant to include God in everything you do, every breath you take. I never understood what it meant when people would say God spoke to them, surely who ever heard God's voice and is still alive? I never knew how to totally trust and depend on Him..... to let go and let God. I was also delighted to be informed that I was put on this earth for a divine purpose and encouraged to pursue it (http://www.mavunochurch.org/new/content.php?id=38). When I do not work towards it, am letting the entire body of Christ down. Mavuno helps you prepare for eternity but also encourages you, in the mean time, to be useful doing what God put you here on earth for in all excellence...... we call it turning ordinary people into fearless influencers of society (http://www.mavunochurch.org/new/content.php?id=50). I used to wonder why many 'celebs' used to go to Mavuno till I realized that it was the other way round, Mavuno makes celebs and not the celebs that make Mavuno.... encouraging people to be excellent at what they do to make a difference in the six sectors of societal focus, i.e. church & mission, media & the arts, economy & business, health & the environment, politics & governance, education & family! Did I mention that the marriage enrichment group I keep referring to in this blog is a Mavuno Church initiative? After going through 10 weeks of Ndoa our marriage was never the same again! Hun and I have known how to pick our battles, how to fight fair, issues to do with complete transparency, how to handle in-laws as well as finances..... establishing the family altar.

Well.... about the flyer, one blogger - Wanjiru Kihusa (http://www.wanjirukihusa.com/blurred-lines-my-take-2/) got the words right out of my mouth, including the title. I must confess that when I saw the pic of the white girl with very tiny shorts and read the words on the flyer, my jaw dropped. You see I was raised up in an Anglican church and by very strict parents. Sex was soooooo 'sinful' that we never ever talked about it. When I was in my pre-teens, I once read in a newspaper about a girl that had been 'raped', didn't know what that meant.... I asked my mum and she told me I'd find out when I grew older. Imagine that, such important and relevant information to a growing teen was with held. That is how much of a taboo 'sex' was. So YES the flyer startled me, made me abit uncomfortable when I saw it. That said, I was not for one second worried that the blurred lines session would be on how to twerk it the Miley Cyrus way! If how I'd grown and still growing spiritually was anything to go by, I trusted that the content of the lesson would definitely be spiritually uplifting. Infact I was so glad that someone was bold enough to talk to the teens about the difficult subject of sex and especially within the christian context while most of us would rather shy away from it. Unfortunately while we do that, our teens continue to be misled by the media that continues to glorify sex and this technology age that we are living in doesn't help much!! 

I have now come to terms with the fact that the poster was never meant for me..... neither was it for anyone in my generation or earlier. The truth is this generation is overly exposed to sex, what is shocking to us is their everyday world. I am certainly sure that back in the day cooking oil adverts had no sexual innuendos and there was no kissing in cartoons either! 

Different Times. Different Generation. Different Problems. Different Strategies..... that's my take.Like

YOU ROCK!!!

Today we celebrate a milestone!  A big thank you to all the readers and followers of ‘Bliss and Blisters’, you all have inspired and motivated me much. I have made some great friends! Am truly grateful for your support, pleasant comments, meaningful words and appreciation.  The appreciation is however all mine, for all of you who are following my work, spreading and blogging my posts. 3,000 page views with just 8 posts is truly beyond what I was expecting to have and it really blows my mind away to see how many of you are visiting my blog daily especially in 2014! THANK YOU!

A special thanks to a number of friends and family members who pushed me into blogging. You know yourselves. Turns out it was the best peer pressure I ever bowed to! I love the institution of marriage. Within the one year of marriage I have cried, laughed, fought, made peace, let go, had to learn to always think about someone else (other than 'I') in all I do……. all in all it still remains one of the most fulfilling years of my life. I have been loved on, taken care of, constantly encouraged, had someone to walk with through everything and above all I have had to grow up by leaps and bounds….. spiritually, emotionally and even PHYSICALLY.

They say there is no need to re-invent the wheel so if through our marriage experiences we can save others from having to learn ‘the hard way’, then we are willing to be vulnerable with you all. This is why this blog exists. Secondly, there are these dear friends, whom, Hun and I are forever grateful to God for making our paths cross. They have invested and continue to invest in our marriage, and seeing the difference it makes in our lives…… we cannot help but wish the same for everyone within our circle of influence.

I would also like to take the opportunity to thank HUN - my Husband, my Dear-heart: Even though we sometimes drive each other up the wall, I thank God for we always slither back down through forgiveness, into each other's arms.... work in progress is what we are. Thank you for being my editor and much appreciation for allowing me to share our imperfect lives with the world. I love you Byron Osiro.

To God - Author of Marriage: You created man and then thought it was not good for him to be alone and so you created him a companion (Gen 2:18-22). Thank you for using a broken vessel like me to communicate your idea of marriage – even as we too try to find our way there.

TRUTH EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW BEFORE GETTING HITCHED

A few weeks into our marriage enrichment program (NDOA), we were given a form with about 10 ‘needs’ that we expected to be met by our spouses. It is almost similar to the love languages but this was more detailed and had many ‘languages’ than the 5 as we know them i.e. Acts of service, Quality time, Physical touch, Words of affirmation and Gifts. There were 2 columns next to each need. In the 1^st column we were to rate in order of importance to us, from the most important need to the not-so-important. In the 2^nd column we were to rate what we thought was most important for our spouses. Then thereafter we were to compare what we considered important to us versus what our mates thought was important to us. Of course my number one for Hun, or for all other man, was a no brainer and as far as I was concerned; it had to be sexual intimacy. So when he revealed his list and it was not his number one, I thought he was just being pious (since the enrichment group is church affiliated and we were required to discuss our lists). I took it with a pinch of salt, after all the number one need for all men was sex, or so I thought. So when we met in the larger group and collectively the men confirmed that sex was not on top of their list, I was now confused! You mean sex does not solve all of a man’s problems??

I knew I was not alone when some weeks later a question was popped to a group of ladies in the same enrichment group asking what was the one thing we wish we knew before we got married and it was almost unanimous that someone should have told us that….. husbands shall not live by sex alone! You cannot blame us since most of us, especially if you have attended a number of bridal showers, sex is usually the main topic if not the only topic. Well, I thank God because mine was different in that in addition to the S subject, the speaker talked about other issues basing everything on the Bible. However, clearly my mind had already been corrupted to that kind of thinking. During the ladies forum I mentioned earlier, it was hilarious to hear some of the advice that ladies have been given concerning the subject. Most memorable was how as a lady you should always have a bucket of water and towels beforehand – and I thought, wouldn’t that very well-meaning act completely kill spontaneity??

Over the months I have learnt that while IT is an important part of marriage, most men, if not all consider RESPECT and ADMIRATION more important. For me, admiration has really not been a problem. Hun’s passion in the way he does things and his super-human ability to remain calm and optimistic even when stuff is going horribly wrong, makes it easy. Plus, I mean, just the fact that he was able to convince me to move - those who know me well will tell you am the most rigid person when it comes to change - leave my family, my friends, my Sunday School babies, my comfortable decently paying flexi-time (ok not officially) job, my rented ka-house and everything else that was familiar to me, totally demands admiration from me.

It is ‘respect’ that I have struggled with for a while but I thank God for slowly taming that too. Generally I respect him, the area that I used to fail over and over is arguing in public. Now, I know you all strong and opinionated women feel me on this one. There are times I’d get caught up trying to prove my point I fail to notice the curious on lookers around us, waiting…. almost ‘casting lots’ amongst themselves who between Hun and I will back down first. By this time, Hun would usually be beyond embarrassed.  Well we have since developed a code which we use to end the conversation when either of us flies off the handle in public and so far so good. In relation to public embarrassments, the other issue I have had to deal with, was how I was fond of ‘correcting’ him in public or his comments on Facebook. As I have mentioned before, I am a Choleric/ Mel. We Cholerics tend to ‘think’ (read: know) we are always right. By God’s grace I have learnt to hold my horses and bite my tongue no matter how much it bleeds.

Well ofcourse this doesn’t by any means translate to being gagged. We must enjoy freedom of speech oh especially in marriage otherwise you will surely surely lose your mind. I believe I have a voice and a brain for a reason and that my over 30 years of life’s experiences count for something as far as giving opinions is concerned. My prayer has been for wisdom and a lot of patience….. to be tactful, to be patient for the right space to UNLEASH…. respectfully of course!!

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Happy New Year? Mine wasn’t. For the first time in my life, much to the surprise of my Ugandan family, I came down with Malaria. The surprise look on their faces due to the fact that it was my first time made me feel like I had indeed delayed this rite of passage, a late bloomer!! What surprised them more is that I was treated with IVs and had to be on drip at some point and the fact that I was sick for almost 21 days. Apparently Malaria in Uganda is more like how in Kenya we frequently suffer from the common cold/ flu and how casually we treat it. Most ‘feel it coming’, go straight to a Medical Lab and request to confirm whether they have malaria and then recommend drugs…… no need to see a doc. In other cases, once you suspect you have the symptoms, you go straight to the Pharmacy for drugs. However that wasn’t me, coz I had it bad!

I thank God now am all good, better than before actually……. several Kilos lighter and didn’t have to do a *slimpossible after all. Mmmhh…. now how to maintain the current weight is the challenge seeing I am now back to loving my food, anyway I digress.

Being unwell was an extremely humbling experience in a good way and sometimes not so good. As I have said in a previous blog, I love Ugandans and all Ugandanized Kenyans. The love they showed me and by extension us as a family was overwhelming. I think staying in Uganda has forever changed me. We got very many visitors. Everyone who heard I was unwell wanted to visit: Church leadership, fellow congregants, many friends, Hun’s colleagues etc, oh and word did spread quickly. And they were practical too! Some brought cooked spinach for my iron replenishment, others made me vegetable soup in my kitchen, others came and made me litres of fresh juice, to name but a few. There were many more that checked up on me daily through calls, texts, emails etc. Oh and the prayers. This is not to mean my Kenyan peeps abandoned me, however it was comforting for them to know that I had people around me. As usual, I had my mum ‘threatening’ to come over and be with me and my siblings giving me daily menus….. some of which we all agreed were quite questionable.

Then there was the main man. If I was ever so grateful to have married Hun, it was during this time. Remember when I said sickness can be humbling in a bad way. Sometimes it frustrated me that I couldn’t do simple tasks for myself and so it made me snappy, plus I think the pain didn’t help. He had to take it all in. He would cook for me and most of the time I would not take more than 2 spoonfuls before I hurl it all out. Please note my husband would rather watch paint dry than cook (It’s a family thing). Sometimes I would request him to go out and get me a certain craving and by the time he’d get back, my cravings have changed. He also had to be the ‘host’ of all our visitors. Let us just say there was a lot of re-orienting himself with the kitchen. Perhaps this would have been easier if he didn’t have to be working, considering it is January and having been away from office during the Holidays meant a backlog. Yet he never complained. It made me feel abit guilty since there was a time he had hurt his hand, and even though I was there for him I would not shut up of how ‘tiring’ it was. I guess we learn every day.

Moral of the story: Never under estimate the power of a mosquito net and repellant jelly – not that am using either as we speak but planning on it…. ohhh how I do not like sleeping under a net. Secondly, if you can please visit people when they are sick - it really lightens up the spirit. Finally, I know our case is relatively minor but it made me think of other major sicknesses that some couples have had to get through or even worse, live with. All in all, I realized that the promise ‘in sickness and in health’ takes a lot more selflessness than we ever think about as we recite our vows on the wedding day…. a lot of grace under fire!

*Slimpossible is a Kenyan weight loss program that airs in East Africa.