It’s been a while since my last post, so I thought today would be a good time to share information on one of the projects that’s occupied a lot of our time over the past few months: our new accounting

I assume all of you have read our rant 3 days ago. If not, you should. Please follow this link before reading on. Essentially, it was all about engagement. But what is engagement? ENGAGING EACH OTHER Engaging

Growing up in Africa meant a lot of things to me. To my generation. We were raised with a whip and aware no one questions what adults did or said. They (and with they I mean the whole village grownups)

I apologise for NEVER being here. It seems juggling between a small child and this is hard work :D Seth is doing great btw thank you :) Baby Elephants In An Orphanage! These photos belong to my sister

This is not me writing. This is my pen dancing. Left to right words curve. Spilling some thoughts I have. What if I lend you my pain? To be repaid with the lesson you'll gain. What if you shared the lesson?

I feel tired. My mind is heavy on worry and wonder. I have been exposed to too much violence and death in the last few days. Now I can't stop switch off this reflective mode my soul has been on. On Sunday

Her body swayed gracefully beneath her silky lingerie. She disappeared in the kitchen and came back with two glasses of white wine. Handled him one with a lustrous smile.  He took the wine and raised

I see them. The stares. In town, if an old face happens to collide with mine. In the church. As the priest says lets bow heads. In the streets. Heads turn. In supermarkets and malls and even in markets.

These past few days the first community challenge came out, so far there has been many people involved in the, voting of a topic, submitting a topic and writing about the topic chosen. ​ Image credit ​

I choose not to point a finger. But don't think my lips are sealed either. You will not also find me mouthing hate. I will just pen things that will force masses to ruminate.  Creeping on their screens

After August general elections were nullified by the Supreme Court of Kenya (First ever to do so in African History) this country went straight to the dogs.  With a population of  close to 49

We all have dreams, don't we? Some of them make sense. Some are too obnoxious like most minnows wanting to be whales overnight. I too wanted nothing more than to see dollar signs on my posts reading hundreds.

Beneath my skin is flesh and veins. A shelter for my soul and it's dripping pain. Shreds of my broken heart dangling somewhere. Walls of beautiful memories paring down elsewhere. Beneath my skin lie well

In the beginning most users start out like this, along the way they then meet people and they see the need to change. Not all of them change, which is sad. Image credit Meet the Spammer Image credit We

I have had an affair with my hair for the last seven years. We are in love or I am in love rather and I can't stop falling. I had have less than five hairdressers, my current one is my bff!

I have had an affair with my hair for the last seven years. We are in love or I am in love rather and I can't stop falling. I had have less than five hairdressers, my current one is my bff!

So last weekend I went hiking and boy was it so much fun, but it was very challenging. Often I thought to myself, "why on earth am I doing this". Image credit We got to the area to hike around

Hey Steemians! I am J or better the @africanpen :) I am in my early thirties and a mum to some three very gorgeous children. Two boys and one girl. I was introduced to steemit by my sister @tezmel :) I

Yesterday was a beautiful Saturday. I spent my day at a charity event trying to raise awareness about women and girls in prisons country wide. The sun was out and being that it has rained for several days,

I love the bottle brush tree as we had a lot of them on our farm and their red flowers were always great to see and attracted a lot of bees. Unfortunately I don't stay on the farm any more, but here are