Brands and Out of Home

The Kenyan Guest House When I first left my dad’s house to join nursery school; those days there was nothing like day care or preparatory school, or play school; you left your mother’s arms ready for the world. Well, one of the reasons I believe this was so, is that our mothers were much more dedicated to motherhood as compared to today’s busy mom; who has in most cases metamorphosis-ed from a clande . Why would such a seasoned writer like me derail from the subject matter and start comparing the 1300AD mother and the twenty first century lady? We should be out here. I started coming out here as long as I can possibly remember. Mom let me out to go start education and said, “When you go out there, take care of your pencil and books, uweke vizuri usiibiwe ”, she is such a lovely moma. Then I finished taking care of pencils and finally landed out here! This is the world of volumes, strategic plans, annual budgets and millennium development goals! So I’m out here today; out of

Everything starts somewhere! This blog post is the beginning of either a long tiring journey, or a short sweet successful roller coaster ride; they say Hope for the best, but expect the worst. My heart has never been so convinced that I can do more than wake up and go to the office every morning; I know that I am more than I have been thus far.The world is a fast rolling place, neither am I that slow; I am ready to pay for the price of my dreams! I used to think I was young, till I saw a #trend on twitter for kids born 1990-1999, and I was left out of the conversation. Logging out of twitter I switched on the telly, only to find an advert for People 18 and below to save for their future. What a harsh way to realize that I was already living in the future! Then I looked back to see the things I had done in my past; nothing! Well except for an education that hasn't stood up to its promises, is there much I can be really proud of? Oh! Whenever I am around people, I make it my j