no time to write down

the yellow mzungu is now back to cold old continent and working as a consultant to keep herself fed and warm (and all the rest of luxury...). She loves her job so far though 12 hours a day and dinner at 11pm is probably not the sustainable way of living.

she has been struggling to write down her little stories from this magical place called Kenya. She tried, even flied a plane to Berlin thinking that this culture capital will inspire her writing cry. But still no word, even worse, felt sick. She's back to work and this weekend will be Paris - assuming there are so many museums and markets to wander about, she's not trusting that it will be a more reflective weekend than Berlin.

but she's confident, or determined that eventually she will find time and nerve to put down her thoughts, probably not in a grand symphony but rather bits and pieces, every now and then. Still better than 0, she says it loud.

also she want to scribble down a few notes of her life as corporate consultant. who knows - there might be exciting pieces as well, at least potentially...