" Be so insanely great at what you do that we loose our breaths watching you"

Here i am, seated on my way home. It's going to be a long journey say a 3-4 hour drive. I'm attending some auditions as well as going to see the parents..been what now, around 6 months since last. I woke up feeling energetic, amazing, Blessed and determined to do according to the words of Robin Sharma : " Be so insanely great at what you do that it makes us loose our breaths as we watch you"

I remember every job I've done whether as odd as a weird catwalk or handing out fliers in the mall. I did it with so much zeal even when my body gave up, I still continued and strived to be the best and do the best I could. I remember standing outside Galleria Mall in the suburban Karen and trying to hand fliers to a majority of snobs, insulting people who looked at you like even your own breathing was a bother to them. But I worked best as I knew how and I paid my bills both domestic and medical. This one time I was working at Westgate Mall 8 a.m to 8 p.m Monday to Monday and at one time, the Lupus hit me so bad and my leg swelled and flared up real bad and when I begged for a few hours off to go seek medical attention,  Christine the supervisor said if I left I should go and never come back. I remember running to the washrooms and crying my ass off and almost questioning God. Oh if I could even begin to explain the experience and divine connections I got from my 90days in near hell job, one wouldn't even imagine. I still enjoy the fruits to date.

This one time we held a catwalk at our home place and my friends and i would only make 1000 Ksh after hours of work as it was an evening event. But we did it cause we had to survive. Then came the Karaoke job. Try working in a club at night when you don't even drink or necessarily like the preferred social setting. With time, you end up at the tip of everyone's tongue on how you get your money yet they have no idea what you go through.

My Mom worked on a Salary of 2500Ksh per month under an abusive female boss, pressure and scorn from in laws.  She would walk 3/4 of the way and only take a Matatu when she got close to either work or home so people couldn't talk about us.l and so she could only pay 5 Ksh. I remember her and I being hurdled in one bus standing edge to edge  almost every day for years. Still, she worked and with my Dad saw us through college and even Private University.

Basically Boys and Girls, be it that waitress job, be it hawking goods at the street sides, be it Marketting a drink at a club, be it interactive singing for hours to drunks in the name of Karaoke, be it that weird uniformed job at the local or international mall; be so insanely great at what you do that we loose our breaths by simple watching you. Remember, God sees all and hears all. He counts every tear shed and nothing is ever in vain where he is involved. It is always darkest before dawn and anyway without intense heat and pressure,  we wouldn't have diamonds would we now?

Love and Kisses,

Nyandia