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

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