On 26th November my mum had her third child [me]. My dad decided to call me Sakiina, which means tranquility. My mum always tells me that she was unconscious for three days and one could argue not being breastfed for three days will turn me into the person that I am today. In case you are wondering if I was okay; apparently I was just sleeping for the three day .. huh talking about miracle or luck……

My big sister, our first born, has always been quiet, caring and very polite compared to noisy Sakiina or [CHIRIKU] (Swahili word which means parrot) basically my grandma came up with that when I was just about 4 years. My big brother our second born. At the moment, I can’t say much about him as he has been through a lot, so let’s just say he is recovering; I will tell more about him at some point as for now let’s stick to the introductions.My small brother is our last born, and the fourth born of course, he is the very kind of person that is understanding and considerate as well.

My parents loved each other. Believe me, it’s not everyone my age and where I’m from that would say this; Not because parents don’t love each other, but it’s just with the African myths and what have you. We all grow up knowing that our mothers are the quiet ones while the dad is the head of the house, or as we say it in Swahili {Simba ameingia} meaning the lion has just arrived. Oh and my dad was not different, he used to discipline us. In Swahili we say spare the rod and spoil the child .

Umoja is one of the ghettos in Kenya; Growing up there was fun, “educational” and full of episodes you will always hear neighbours fighting and people arguing there was always something happening outside. Weather it was at night or early morning, I guess you would say it wasn’t a quiet neighbourhood. My school was just 10 minutes walk from home. When I was around seven years, I was lucky to get a scholarship from world vision. I would get a uniform, toys and she took care of my school fees until was around 10 years. Funny thing is, it stopped after she wrote me a letter to come to the USA; Guess I have to give thanks to our corrupt system in Kenya, however I cannot be sad, as if it had gone through, maybe I wouldn’t have my handsome son and my loving husband, whom I am very grateful for. Oh .. and let’s not forget the dramatic childhood I had.

Have you ever looked back at your past and smiled or asked yourself if you had demons or what on earth was wrong with you well that’s me most of the days. I was a teenager that you wouldn’t know what to do with; Just bear with me and I will give more information on that and believe me, you wouldn’t want to miss that. When I was 9 years old, my dad was diagnosed with leukaemia and that was a tough time for us. He was the bread winner, my mum quit her job to take care of us because she was tired of changing nannies almost every month and sometimes they would just leave when you are at work. And back in the days with our lifestyle we didn’t own a telephone so you would come back to crying babies and the worst part is, we are just like I to 2 years apart, so you can imagine. So, after my dad had suffered for a year, he passed away and that was the beginning of everything.

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