Born Bold

Truth be told, sharing my special day with donkeys hasn’t been easy. Things are made even worse by the anniversary of ‘Stella Wangu’ and her Japanese boy. Pole Sana Mwaburi but if you exchanged notes with Harry Bellafonte you’d no that Matilda was much more worse. By now you know I’m gakware (last born) and by that I mean extremely Gakware since unlike Paul Overstreet in his song, ‘I come from a long line of love,’ I come from a long line of siblings. 🤣
When my mum was carrying me in her belly a friend of hers told her, ‘ ūgūciara nginya ūciare tūrimu.’ They had seen her carry so many until they got concerned for her. So when you see me ‘kiyarīng ūrimū,’ just know I’m fulfilling some prophecy.
I’m grateful to Mama for ensuring that I landed in this world safe and sound. Mum further told me that she went into labour all alone and pushed me out all alone. When I came out she thought I was stillborn since I didn’t cry. She held me in her hands and realised that the placenta was wrapped around my neck and was actually choking me. She didn’t panic but proceeded to unwrap me and voila, a cry was heard on the slopes of the mountain and the ‘mkunga’ who was in the next room came running.
Sometimes I look back and wonder why delay follows me like Luanda Magere’s shadow, then I remember the many times I’ve enjoyed divine protection. Yeah like in my previous chronicles adrenal and bloomy or when I was dropped by a nduthi immediately after boarding, wait a minute, do we board nduthis or do we climb them 🤔 That’s when I realise like Zach Williams that there was Jesus.
By God’s grace your Chronicler is here. Happy birthday to me.


Published by Nyar Kaheti

Born and raised on the picturesque slopes of Mt Kenya, Nyar Kaheti is your girl next door vibe kind of girl. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, and listening to country music among other things.

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