⊱ཞ🖤 The journey ཞ⊰
Continuous improvement is better than delayed perfection ~ Mark Twain.
Hello my name is Abida Buoro and I am a recovering perfectionist (and brass jewellery addict…but that’s a different 12-step program…). As part of my recovery I am constantly reminded that the only way to get better at anything is to continuously put in the time, YES, this also applies to professional hot dog eaters, the only way to be able to stuff that 72nd hotdog down your pie hole is to continuously work on being able to shove all those hot dogs into your mouth….ask Joey Chestnut, who was crowned the winner at Nathan’s Famous International Hot Dog Eating Contest on Coney Island in 2017, after eating 72 hotdogs in ten minutes! I can’t wait to watch him defend his title on the 4th of July 2018… This contest is to me what the FIFA world Cup is to my husband!
Side bar on perfection… I took that photo in February this year in Amboseli National Park, Mt Kilimanjaro, providing the perfect backdrop. Sigh! I’m so happy to be Kenyan, we have a very beautiful country.
At times I lose sight of the fact that life is a journey and I become bogged down by the things that stand between me and where I’m headed, but I am working on consciously savouring all parts of the journey be they the sections where I can go on cruise control… or the ones where I will have to get out of my Land Rover Defender (#manifesting my dream car) winch in hand and get my hands dirty. I love that I instinctually know this to be the truth, and I love that I can forgive myself when I do let my fear blur this truth from me.
⊱ཞ🖤 Nurturing ཞ⊰
I am a nurturer at heart, I got it from my parents both were vets and I can’t remember not having dogs or cats around me, My cousin and I got these two cats from the same litter when I was 12, we named them spotty and snowy… snowy died as a kitten (not as a dog!…SHOCKER!) after we attempted to give both a bath …and no I’m not about to tell you how to drown a cat… although I came pretty close to it with all the shrieking and clawing (still emotionally scarred) ! She came down with pneumonia… and that was the last time I ever gave a cat a bath. I know I spoke about re-imagining the wheel on this Design Hadithi post but when it comes to bathing a cat, I implore you to learn from me and just let that kitty groom itself! Anywhoo spotty died at 13years and I’ve never had another cat since, dogs however I’ve had plenty of!
Since being a cat lady wasn’t an option for me after spotty died, I have since become a plant lady and my balcony (actually it’s their –the plants– balcony, is teeming with plants!). I have a snake plant that is always growing too big for it’s
breeches pot, so I’m constantly thinning and replanting the cuttings. A year ago, I stuck the cuttings into a basket and hang it out on the railing in the plants balcony (we’ve already established ownership of this part of the house ↑↑ ↑↑) and this year I was rewarded by two birds who chose to build their nests using my moss… they have since paid their debt with their chirping, tweeting (not literally…although that would be of help since I’m not that twitter savvy…I like to go on and on…and on, so 280 characters is like blindfolding me, pinching my nose and then asking me to guess the age of a male who can’t discern the potency of his own cologne… whether he’s 12 or 50? its still PURE TORTURE!) and they are like pets except I don’t have to feed or clean up after them!
⊱ཞ🖤 My feature wall ཞ⊰
It’s finally done, I have a black nay … I have 2 black walls in my house *inaudible scream* I finally did it (if you are new here just know…it’s been a loooooong time coming!). I apologise in advance because the matt black accent wall in my living room will be the backdrop of any and all photographs that I take from now henceforth! But can you blame me look at how good my hand ↓↓ looks!
⊱ཞ🖤 Nairobi Nibbles ཞ⊰
Kizuri Chajiuza, Kibaya chajitembeza ~ Swahili Proverb
The older I get, the more my metabolism has betrayed me (OH!! the Mexican Telenovella I could write about this betrayal!!! Lets not even get into it!). To fight back, I try to eat less UNHEALTHY *very weak emphasis on the word TRY…and unhealthy… * . If an allegedly healthy food emerges, I’ll try it. I might like it. This week, I tried the Nairobi nibbles… I am now going by ‘the health freak Abida’… I will not respond to any other name except – ‘the health freak Abida’… when addressing me leave out any of these words at your on peril… okay I’ll be lenient…you can leave out ‘the’ from ‘the health freak Abida’ but the rest MUST be there!
I discovered this nibbles last week at the wasp and sprout shop and I literally ate them out of their samples! They are coconut crisps, and I just want to dive into a bag of the chilli flavoured ones and never come up for air. The length of this paragraph should tell you how I lack the words (I know! SHOCKING!) to express just how good they are hence the Swahili proverb above, which basically means a good thing sells itself.