Don’t Touch The Feet


It means constant adapting, and thinking on your feet. I say this and we have not yet reached the stage of asking ‘Mum, why?’ Yo! Lord have mercy in advance and give me the age appropriate answers when the time comes.

A few days ago, Ksena got a dish cloth and came to clean my feet with the biggest grin she could master. In my shock I said that we don’t clean people’s feet. Then the Lord asked me, ”Oh, we don’t?” Before I could respond, it hit me that we are followers of a feet-cleaning, sin-cleansing Saviour.  We DO clean people’s feet.


I quickly told her that in fact we DO clean feet; poor girl must wonder if I make up these rules when I feel like it. I explained to her that Jesus cleaned his disciples’ feet and told her that a dish cloth is not the right cloth for the job, and redirected her to another one.

Servant leadership, it’s taught from a tender age. Before life and it’s prejudices come and make our hearts their home.

I’m challenged time and time again that the Bible is the perfect manual for raising children. Yes, there are other helpful books but the more I read the word of God, the more I realize that the examples are still so practical, timely and necessary.


I could use a pedicure but I will take my feet being gently wiped by miss K as the pampering for the day. Lord knows I need it.

More and more I understand why the Lord said that unless we are converted and become like the little children we will not enter into the Kingdom of heaven. There is something so precious about the heart’s of these little ones.



Of Calloused Soles and Hearts

Happy new month (:

Every time I think about feet, King Julien comes to mind 🙂



I am a lot like King Julien, I do not like my feet being touched. ”That’s a little strange” I hear you say? Well, if anything, my favourite part of a pedicure is when my toe nails are being painted. I could go back week after week to have the color changed. Yes! we are all different 🙂 What is relaxing for one may be irritating for another. Lord knows I endure the earlier parts of the pedicure. I wince and laugh (very awkwardly for that matter) when my feet are being scrubbed. However, as much as I dread these parts, I don’t quite like the idea of half pedicures. It’s all or nothing for me.

Feet are supposed to be soft and subtle, nails trimmed, especially if you plan on running them along your spouse or beddings.There is nothing cute about calloused feet. NOTHING! In fact, there is a problem when they feel like sand paper. Nobody wants sand paper in their beds, let’s leave that for the carpenters. When there are sound effects when you move your feet in bed there is a small problem. Your sheets may begin to protest, when you tear them. When your feet reach this level, they need help.

The good news is, if you are like me and dislike intense pedicures, there are ways to avoid calloused soles and feet:-

*Soak feet often to soften dead skin.

*Exfoliate the feet with a pumice stone weekly.

*Keep the feet moisturised, applying a moisturizing cream before bed can be very helpful.

*Wear thick socks when wearing shoes.

Tips courtesy of

I am currently enjoying the blue nail polish on my feet 🙂 Golden Rose has done me well. The cold in the city is encouraging me to get a pedicure, there’s no room for rough edges when asking for heart.


That’s my nickname for a heart beauty treatment 🙂

The same way there is no room for sand paper like feet in marriage is the same way there is no room for a calloused heart.

Hearts are meant to be soft to be able to feel. However, when neglected they become hard and rough. Before you know it, they are no longer responsive to the little things anymore. Eventually, they start causing destruction.

When lyrics like “there’s an ice box where my heart used to be” describe you aptly, there is a problem.

Once you’ve become desensitized you slowly lose the ability to feel as you used to. What would previously raise red flags becomes the norm. It only gets darker, colder and lonelier from there.

Once or twice I have found myself in this difficult position, where my heart was as hard as a rock. The things that used to make it beat and skip with joy were such a bore. I was not able to be patient or to love coz I couldn’t give what I didn’t have. I was empty; hollow; depressed. As my heart grew hard and calloused, my light grew dim. The fear of the Lord became a thing of the past. I was numb to the things of God. I was out to prove a point, hearts and feelings were for losers. Also, who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?

If you want to see someone waste away (lose purpose) extremely fast, attack their heart.


It is never just a callousness of heart, it is more than that, it becomes a way of life.

Calloused hearts are not bold and beautiful. Instead they are rough and they cause destruction.

I put together a small list of ways to prevent a calloused heart.

*Soak in the presence of the Lord

*Allow His word to scrape off what needs to go as it pierces through.bone and marrow and show you His truth

*Accept correction on the go. Don’t wait for the heart to become very callousd before reaching out for help.

*Know His word and His promises. Claim them daily.

*Listen to His spirit and obey it. Keep the teachable spirit alive.

I’ve taken many shortcuts before. The reason is foolish and simple, I wanted to enjoy the beauty without the ashes, the harvest without the planting.

The same way I can’t wish away calloused feet is the same way I can’t wish away a calloused heart. I need to report for my beauty treatment daily and let God have his way.

We live in a cold cold world, we need all the warmth and light we can get. Surrender to the King and let Him use your heart and life for His glory.

Time to get my feet and heart in check. #Team NoSandPaper.

I’ll leave you with one more picture of King Julien. Remember, at the end of the day you are responsible for the status of your sole and heart :).




Super Mama


Motherhood is a calling. It is full time, all the time, all day, er’day. It never ends. Even when the little ones grow up and move out, they still remain your little ones in bigger bodies, ask your mama. My respect for my mummy has increased tremendously since I had a baby – she truly is super mama.

Sometimes being super mama, maintaining the life and work balance, can get overwhelming; especially when sleep deprivation is playing a role. We are currently in between a growth spurt and sleep regression. Exhausted does not begin to describe how I feel (teehee I thought today was Thursday). It’s been a long week.

Someone mentioned that the work really begins once you start weaning, but meal planning saves the day. A fews day ago, a friend asked me what time I have breakfast and I said about 10am. She asked if my mornings were ‘that busy’ and I chuckled to myself. They feel like rush hour in Nairobi minus the Kidero drums 🙂 (which have now been removed) ; the things to do are lined up, bumper to bumper, as we race against time.

Miss K keeps me busy when she is awake, sometimes I can’t wait for her to sleep, then when she does I miss her; human beings are special :). I miss having unlimited alone time, though I have made peace within myself that it will never be the same. There will be portions of alone time but I will not be able to be a ‘free little bird’ ,though ,this doesn’t rule out spontaneity . I often wonder what I used to do before Miss K came.

One day as I was asking God who helps the helper (Super Mama), I was led to this scripture:-

Psalm 121 (NIV)

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.

God helps the helper!

When I feel overwhelmed, I remind myself that it is HE who helps me; it is HE who gives me the strength and grace for today and tomorrow; it is HE who preserves me and renews me. It is HE who satisfies me with His unfailing love and watches over my coming and going.

If you are feeling a little overwhelmed, I pray that God will refresh you, give you energy that comes from above and satisfy you with His unfailing love.

Something that I am trying to incorporate to my daily schedule is, setting aside 30 minutes every day for myself and doing something that makes me happy. This will help me to slow down, recharge and be refreshed and rejuvenated. It may sound like a short time but it can do wonders. Some activities that I am considering are:- reading a book, knitting, crafting, baking, taking a walk, retail therapy, working out, home body scrubs, and mani-pedis. I will feedback on how that goes in a few days.

If you find yourself always serving others and barely getting time to take care of yourself, it is time to re-do your schedule and feature yourself on the priority list. Better still, if you are in Nairobi and you would like a one stop break:- adult conversation (Lord knows how precious this is), networking with mums (who won’t mind if you go on and on about your litu one), a massage, manicure and photo shoot, Kenyan Mums have got you covered.

mama's break


mother final

Do your best and leave the rest to God. Nothing is impossible for Him.