my baby daddy

i never thought that being a parent would have so many ups and downs. oh well, no pressure. i opt to live one day at a time. Ryan's dad is still in denial. i don't know why, but i hope he stays there- in denial. i was told to let the world teach him how to take responsibility. i comfort myself that one day he will come rolling on the ground and on his knees to see him. i don't know what to say or do when that time comes...i hope for the best though

learn to appreciate.

why is it that every time i walk in the streets with my son people think the worst of me?well, i care less.anyway, that is not the point today. On Friday, i watched this horrific documentary about the atrocities committed in Liberia. it touched me so much i wept. it was sickening to see children and women displaced because of human selfishness. it made me feel sick. seeing these inhumane people eating each other made me think straight up about my son at home, comfortably resting and playing.it made me appreciate the peace and political stability we have here in Kenya. unfortunately, there is a thin line between peace and war. in this election year the situation is very delicate..we should strive for peace wherever we are, be it in the north or the south, west or east. we are all human and we are all equal. let us try to appreciat trhe little we have and rule out anyone of anything that tries to attempt rebellion.

being a parent

there is nothing wrong with being a parent in the teens, my son, ryan makes my day. i go him at 19.it was the mostexciting experioence of my life. i kind of wonder why girls opt to procure an abortion,children are a blessing, even though they come with responsibilities. i live for my boy. i love my son and that's what matters. where is his daddy?in hell for all i care. how does he live with himself?disappearing knowing that somewhere he has a child and not caring the least to come and see him!makes me hate men!!!