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In the recent past...

I have been dealing with an increasingly hostile environment at work, a couple of 'teething- type' issues in my relationship with Mr. PG and a steady enlightenment about the character of God. To describe it as a whirlwind experience is to understate.

I spent Easter, gloriously, in the company of my +254 family and then came back to the +256 just in time to celebrate being a labourer by taking a day off (May 1st) which I spent with my brother and his yummy son.

Wedding plans are beginning to take shape and I am learning what it means to really trust God as I compare the planned costs for our functions to the money in the bank. All silver and gold belong to Him, cattle on a thousand hills as well; so every time I am about to blow a casket, I encourage myself in Him.

My hair growing plan is still on course and it should have grown some six inches longer by now at a 1.5 inches per month rate. I am still averse to the braiding process, yet I soldier on as my first act of meeting Mr. P.G. halfway :-)

Unlike times past, I will not apologise for going off this particular radar. I will only say how glad I am to have this forum as a recording space of my life and times. I am hoping that the pictures below will do the communicating for me about what has been happening in the recent past, so here goes...

My ever-smiling Boo manning the barbecue contraption at an Easter do at Charles (Boo's cousin) & Njeri's home

Marcel (of Carol) & Nganga (of Njeri)- my adorable albeit mischievous nephews

Mona (of Pauline), Melissa (of Carol),Mark (of Carol)& Sheila (of Pauline); three nieces and a nephew

Jackie (Njeri's cousin) & Njeri (Nganga's mom)

Pauline, myself & Carol (Pauline & Carol are Charles' sisters)

Me & Boo's maternal shosho

Me & Boo's mom

Boo with his shosho

Boo with his mom

Me & my ever yummy nephew Ryan

Ryan & Rodney- the laughter was contagious :-)

Gorgeous fabric from the 254

Ryan on the phone...hello? hello?!

And, that's all folks!
Till next time :-)
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