DANCING IN THE RAIN

I’ve been trying to think what to blog about today until I switched my Laptop on and the E-Mails and Messages started coming in about the blog. Then I knew, I have to write this for someone somewhere who believes in nothing…LIFE ISNT ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS, IT IS ABOUT DANCING IN THE RAIN

Our lives come to be through seasons. Season of Joy, Season of Pain, Season of Plenty, Season of Lack, Season to seed, Season to Plough, Season to Harvest and so on. Basically I write about my life experiences which trust me, are fully on been there done that…

December 2010, was a season of favor, I won two pageants;at my home town and the other at the University. The Naïve girl from Nyeri who had nothing, emerged the top beating ladies from the most prestigious of homes drowned in designer labels. A day before travelling for the pageant, I boarded a matatu to Nairobi’s Muthurwa market to shop for shoes for the different categories in the competition, I believe I had like 1500 Ksh which I had to make work. My parents didn’t know about what I was doing because I knew they wouldn’t support it. My brother and I made our way to Muthurwa buying anything I thought could work and headed home later in the night.

Come the competition day, we went for coaching on catwalk and when the coach saw how terrible our walks were (2 ladies and I from the same campus) he refused to train us and instead thanked us for bringing the rest to the competition to win. We were embarrassed in front of all the others especially because we came from the smallest campus and were considered the shadiest. That day, I bargained with God. Come night, the shoes I had bought ganged up on me and the heel broke just as I was walking toward the runway. My leggings tore as well and mind you, they were part of an outfit. What else could go wrong? Oh wait, it starts raining, my natural blow-dried hair looked like a wet fluffed mess of something distasteful.

Yet, I owned that catwalk.

Did I mention that as I was performing my talent which is singing, I mispronounced some work aka shrubbed (I blame it on the Mount Kenya Mafia Syndrome) and the Emcee of the night noticed and made jokes? Oh yes he did. But, I was having so much fun, I couldn’t let anyone or anything ruin it for me. By the way, I had no idea what makeup was and whatever I had tried to put around my eyes made me look terrifyingly scared and scary at the same time. Come the final moment, the judges called my name and at first I didn’t hear it until my Classmates came running toward me and it hit me that it was MY name they called. Yes..The shadiest girl had won. The title came with so many things among them the completion of my Bachelors, divine connections and even the job which I do today. (Social Media, ICT and Corporate Communications).

I DANCED IN THE RAIN literally and Figuratively. I had very little, almost nothing but it didn’t kill my morale. I came with among the weirdest outfits but it somehow worked. I came expecting nothing yet hoping for everything and God saw me through. So you see after all, Life really isn’t about waiting for the storms to pass, instead it is about learning to dance in the rain.