On Sundays when she finally wakes up, she can take that shower, apply that make up, step into those black tights she bought on Moi Avenue last month, wear that grey linen top and.. no, not those blue block heels. They won’t match with this lovely casual attire. Instead, she will step into comfortable, long-lasting, real-leather smiling Swahili sandals. They feel like home.
Have you ever stumbled on beauty and fallen into the arms of splendor? Okay, I know I might be sounding cheesy but just think about it for a sec. Imagine you are walking on the beach somewhere in Lamu Island. Above you the big blue sky. Beneath you the soft white sand. Besides you the smiling blue ocean. Then you stumble and fall, right into the waiting arms of the beach. Instead of feeling pain, you feel the soft sand massaging your elbows at the exact moment that small waves of the ocean water slide onto the soles of your feet. I promise you that would feel like falling into the arms of splendor.
She stepped forward with her charachteristic elegance. But today there was more spring in her step. More oomph. Because she had stepped into Africa when she slipped into the those delicious Maasai Nairobi Sandals. They were black in colour, with beadwork that cut across from her fingers towards the sides of her foot.
Sweat trickling down your lovely face and making it unlovely. But you don't care. You have to find it. Your heart aches for it. You mind races after it. Your eyes roam everywhere in search of it. You feet follow your eyes and listen to your heart as you search for it. You have to find that sweet spot where your passion comes face to face with your reality.