I find out a few days ago, that Kenya’s Ngong Hills was voted as the most romantic location to shoot a movie. A group of people somewhere rated this place higher than Paris. That is, if they had to choose a place to shoot a romantic movie it would be in my neighbourhood. I walk past these hills so often, and I acknowledge their beauty but usually, I am just focused on getting a good workout in.

Realising that I (to an extent) take my surroundings for granted got me thinking about my salvation. Do I sometimes become like the seed that fell among the thorns (Matthew 13: 7), too caught up in life’s worries to realise how valuable the gift of salvation is?
Acknowledging the beauty or value of a gift with a nod or a few seconds of staring in awe, then quickly putting aside and getting back to life is not enough. In my Spiritual walk, I realise that it’s like drive-through prayers or fervent Hallelujahs only at the appropriate moment.
I pray that we would value and understand the knowledge of the secrets that have been given to us as Christians. That we would see and perceive, hear and understand so we can be like the seed that fell on good soil.




















On the 4th of August when my friend who was also my pastor died, my Mother knowing how distraught I was shared the above analogy with me. It gave me more peace than I imagined.


I got the basic recipe online but I tweaked it since I wanted it to be moist but I paid a heavy price, mine took extra long… First off, I decided I wanted to add some of the yogurt I made at home, just because I could. Then I couldn’t find chocolate chips at the store so I decided to use a bar of dark chocolate instead. Anyway, after like an 2 hours in my charcoal oven, it was ready. It looks more like a sheet cake.


What kind of witnesses for Christ are we? Sometimes as Christians we fall into lifestyles that are not reflective of Christ at all. Sometimes, we do it because we take for granted the grace provided to us by the God we serve. We no longer feel the need to question the kind of witness that we are…