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Dear Future Husband...

Hi. My name is Shalom Beatrice Njeri Gichuki. I know. So many names. Yours will be my fifth. Ha! Call me Gasheri though. It's my favorite nickname. So, this is actually my second blog post dedicated to you. Twenty-year-old me had a little something to tell you which you can read here. I am twenty-four now. I have evolved and I thought I should re-introduce myself to you, whoever and wherever you are, my darling.

Dear Future Husband, I love pork. Fried. One of my love languages is Potatoes. Stars take my breath away just like you will๐Ÿ˜‰ I love to dance though my moves are not exactly coordinated. I sing annoyingly loud. I'm really into words the way bees are into flowers. For gifts, get me books. Preferably from the poetry section. I'm secretly hoping you like to read and that we can have our own little library in our house. Speaking of houses, I'm a homemaker. I got it from my mom whom you'll love - she's such a sweetheart. I'm happy when people are comforta…

The Person I think You shouldn't date

Can I let you in? Can I be honest? I've always wanted to have this conversation but I didn't know with whom. I share my writing with you in the hope that I create a space safe enough to embrace your most intimate self. A brave enough space for progressive healing where we can lay down all our masks. How do I do it? I lay mine down. I set the pace with the vulnerability and the honesty because there are not many places in this world that allow us to. 
So here we are, just you and I; talking about who we shouldn't be dating. Pretend we have that old friendship kind of intimacy where we laugh out loud without a care in the world. You and I can talk about anything under the sun. That's why I love you....you would even talk about aliens with me and with the same energy talk about world politics. You comfortable yet my darling? Get the throw blanket and the coffee...Over here we are just ourselves...no filter. The energy around us is positive. I think we should pull the curta…

Post Graduation - Depression/Joblessness/Hope - Part 2

Click here to read Part One๐Ÿ‘‰- Post Graduation - Depression/Joblessness/Hope - Part 1

My whole point for giving you my story is to encourage you if you are in this season of Post Graduation. Do not be Idle. I repeat. DO NOT STAY IDLE. Go out there and look for something you love to do and I guarantee you that as long as you want to learn, there will be people willing to take you in and help you. The worst thing you can do to yourself is to convince yourself that you are a victim or a statistic. You will hear all sorts of stereotypes like the job market is too crowded but let me tell you something; God is absolutely capable of upsetting protocol to make room for you. Open yourself up to the FULL AWARENESS OF GOD'S AUTHORITY. I no longer limit my faith - I let it run as wild as it possibly can because the God I serve is King of the Universe.

I refused to be idle so I indulged in the things I was curious about. How would I look if I cut my hair? Oh and I did cut my hair without thinkin…

Post Graduation - Depression/Joblessness/Hope -Part 1

If you are in this after-graduation season and you're still praying for a job, I want you to know that on this side of the internet, in this little blog space, you are allowed to admit it to yourself that it gets hard and frustrating sometimes to keep on hoping. When there's no fight left in you; -you can borrow my wings (and words) and we'll choose brave, together. My journey is nothing eccentric, it's human - just a girl trying to find her way and her voice. It's uncomfortable sharing these miracles and messes of mine but they were never mine to keep because maybe just one person's encouragement lies therein.
I graduated top of my class with first class honors in Journalism and Mass Communication. Did I ever see that coming? Of course not! God is into this thing where He shows up and just shows you off. I know some people don't consider graduating a big deal but education is very important to me (62 Million girls around the world don't go to school) so…

While you are single...

"I want a man who is driving. He has to have a lot of money. He must have a nice house and a good job...!"(read in Slayqueesha's voice and put on an accent๐Ÿ˜‚)
"Nataka dame m-lightskin. Sitaki dame hajui kuvaa. Dame lazima akue amebeba. Kitu safi..." (read in Brayo's voice....sorry if your name is Brian๐Ÿ˜‰) 
This is the song of most millennials and centennials. Dating in the 21st century is an extreme sport. Seems like dating requirements are dwindled down to your level of attractiveness or how deep your pockets are. I'm sure you've heard that you (men) could be considered physically un-attractive but if you have money, you automatically become the most handsome man in the world๐Ÿ˜‚. For us girls, our worth is reduced to the color of our skin and the size of our body extensions๐Ÿ˜’. 
Very few people want or have the desire to want to know others for exactly who they are. Our need for self gratification is worsening by the day and we want what we want exactly…

Dear Younger Me...

Dear Beautiful girl,

I call you beautiful because that is not a word you would use to describe yourself. There is a little girl who will walk up-to you on your 23rd Birthday at Big Square and tell you that you are beautiful. There is a stranger who will leave you a note in the library telling you that you are beautiful. You will one day truly believe that you are beautiful. Stop hiding that smile because you think your dentition is crooked. Let them mock you for it but don't take it to heart. Yes, you are a bit chubby now but over time you will blossom into a very fine young woman - curves and all๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’ƒ You are not your body weight. Those boys making fun of you in school and calling you 'kanono' will one day hit your Social media DM's confessing their undying love๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’. 

Keep off all those Mexican Soap Operas because in real life William Levy is married (And not to Maria๐Ÿ˜ฒ) so he cannot marry you (sorry girl๐Ÿ˜ญ) You will know all the details when you get the internet. Those …

What I'm Learning From Quitting Social Media

I was lying on my bed one night feeling very fatigued. My head was aching, my back was in pain and my eyes were tired. I had spent all day on Instagram and Facebook and looking out for notifications from WhatsApp. Three weeks before this day, Someone had sent me my picture that had been posted on a famous Facebook group so I was curious to read the comments and to know why my picture was there (๐Ÿ˜‚aki I was excited lol...cheap thrills). 
          The group membership is closed, so I sent a request to join and unknown to me that was the beginning of very late nights and tired mornings. I did find my picture but it was just someone who wanted to know where they could get their hair done like mine (๐Ÿ˜‚which is literally just visitingthe barber). The Facebook group is an arena for all sorts of gossip and stories with a whooping 300,000 membership count (I know you've already filled the blanks๐Ÿ˜). I remember reading the stories there and getting shocked to my stomach because t…