The Round Rectangle..........

I have had my share of experiences that have altered my perspective in my short life. Child Birth, Multiple Surgeries, long hospital stays, ICU, Rejection, Loss through death,  Depression, Bankruptcy, Business Mistakes, Business successes, Great Networks, Charity Work, Friendships, Adventures  e. t. c. And Mountain Climbing has joined this list of experiences that have deeply influenced my life. I am born and raised in what they call Mt. Kenya region but I had never really thought of Mount Kenya beyond seeing snow on it's peak from a distance. In December of 2016, I joined a team that went to receive a team of Rotarian climbers that was coming down Mt. Kenya. When I listened to all the climbers recount their experiences, I knew I was challenged and a year would not pass before I also went up the Mountain. I volunteer at The Metropolitan Sanctuary for Children With Disabilities - Nyeri, and every year they send a team(s) of volunteer fundraisers to go up Mt. Kenya aiming at

Finally my call to the Love Factory Customer Service was picked, we all know how long that 'on hold' moment can be. Always good to make the call early to allow for the waiting period. So, the customer service representative asked for my description and Confirmed availability, and I gave my address for delivery purposes. Then tension, butterflies and anxiety creeped in, fear of numerous unknowns, past mistakes and so many other things. Long story short, Love was delivered to my door sooner than I had actually expected but hey, I was not about to start complaining. I am a master 'smiler' so I went ahead to open the door with this huge smile that would melt even the strongest king. Love was standing right there leaning on my door in such a pose that was meant to just dismantle my thinking capabilities. Damn! Did I not just love this new delivery? Handsome, right age, right taste and all those little toppings Love comes with (you feel me girls?). Love: You must be the l

I Valentine Nyakiere - granddaughter of my grandmother, am a people's person. I thrive around company, my brain fires up amongst voices and my blood rushes where impact is made. When I came across Rotary, I did not quite grasp it at first, I can say an initial proper orientation had not been done at the time.  Then I came across it again, and someone sat me down, told me all about Rotary, and why I was wasting my energy being away from Rotary. So I jumped in, I did not put in one foot to test the waters, or seat by the edge to observe others first, no, I jumped in.  One of my strengths, which at times doubles up as a weakness is that, when I put my mind to something, then I give it my all. That means, that when that thing succeeds it really lifts my spirits, and that the fail of that thing could mean a personal destruction. Of all the things I have put my mind to that failed, I have never faced a personal destruction, I go through shock but then spring up, when I remember tha

Today I have been throwing out Clatter from my bedroom, mostly my study table, handbags, and the bedside table. I have filled a black garbage bag and what seemed like busy tables have been left with just some few items - only those that I need - essentials. My tables look much more inviting, I can access with ease those things that I need to attend to immediately.  During the same exercise, I have come across this writing that I had written on a book back when I was in India. I was suffering - I can recall - and it is also evident from it's length, depth and suspense. When I saw this I broke do wn, I sat on my bed, then knelt on the floor, as images flushed through my head, images of worried Kenyans next to my ICU bed back in India during the one time I was conscious. Images of my difficult diagnosis (plural), images of my scared mother, images of my confused daughter. Images of a pale mother when I bid goodbye at the airport for India (I went alone). Images of my inflamed