Yuyu & Tutu

“Pride and Joy.”

Yuyu received this new toy and immediately shouted,’Tutu!’ I couldn’t believe it. Every time I get him a gift, I always try to find a name for it before giving it to him. As for this one, I was ready to introduce him as Mr. Truck. Thank God the boy already had a name for his new found friend. He’s such a sharp boy with an active imagination. Meet Yuyu and Tutu!

I could never ask for anyone more precious than Yuyu. Ever since I got him, he has brought so much joy to my life and others’ lives too. Yuyu is a smiling machine, a joy bringer, a go getter, a miracle baby and most of all, a love child. He gives me a reason to rise up and keep searching for daily bread every morning when he wakes up and says, ‘Mommy, tatabix (weetabix), and ensures I have a good night sleep every night when he gives me a peck on my lips while saying, ‘nanyt‘.

We have fought various wars together, the first being nausea right after conception. This was followed by kicks and blows in my tummy every time he would hear drums being played in the office, and a massaging feeling when I would take a swim. Right after birth, we went through hell! Yuyu had a problem pulling out mummy juice since he was pretty tiny, despite the fact that I had milk; so much that I earned myself the name friesian cow. We emerged victorious all the same. Here he is now. My Pride & Joy. I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

A mother’s love for her son is pure and special.
It can not be broken or reckon with.
It’s a kind of love that softens even the hardest of hearts.
Love between mother and son is strong and visible from the sea.
It brings peace of mind and drys sad tears.
It can bring a man to his knees and make him weep.
A mother’s love for her son is not hidden or shy,
but is ever lasting that grows stronger each day.

Author: Valerie Dupont

I am so grateful to God for this chance He has given to me to love on this boy. He has equipped me with all that I need to achieve this task. He has assured me that He knows the plans He has for both of us and since the expected end is known, I’m always eager to know what lies ahead of us.
The journey is sweet though I must admit that there are rough terrains. Every tear that has fallen due to Yuyu is so worth it. Every sweat that has trickled down my brow and smudged my makeup cannot be regretted.
Yuyu you shall live up to your name: Yuken (meaning brave, courageous and healthy).  That is why your middle name is Shujaa – a hero. You are just the first of many to come. For now, it’s my pleasure to know you. I LOVE YOU!

Yuyu & I

Oh, Baby Boy, My Joy, My Joy!
How blessed I am to have you Baby Boy!

Author: Beverly F. Walker

Yuyu and Tutu

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Mother & Child

#Issue 1

(By Anne Obure)

Can you imagine going into a land you have never been, not by choice and beginning to learn things from scratch! This is the journey children make when they are born. It may seem common since everyone began from this point but it is one experience that we go through and end up as we are due to the effort of another (could be biological mother or guardian). Sometimes the results lead to a good healthy life but unfortunately some journeys are cut short by death caused by various reasons, one of them being negligence/ignorance on the mother’s side.

It is therefore important for the expectant mother to thoroughly research on this gift of life that is growing in her so as to sufficiently care for it. Motherhood can be beautiful if one is adequately prepared for the challenges it comes with. Preparation begins as early as one begins to understand where babies come from, when they themselves are still young.

cartoon-exit-signLife begins at conception. Although this notion has been debated severally in various parts of the world, research has proven that babies have personalities from as early as embryo stage. A mother should therefore plan to engage this ‘person’ while he or she is still living and growing in her womb. We can see how crucial this is since at this point, the baby only has one teacher. He or she therefore learns everything this teacher trains him on. Need I emphasize more?

Join me in this exciting journey of discovering how geniuses are made rather than praying and wishing that one day you will give birth to one. Get back into your pram and buckle up!

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Room 314

I began the journey at around 6 a.m. The traffic to town wasn’t too bad. The plan was to be in town by 9 a.m. so as to catch a shuttle to Nakuru. This, unlike other days, was a day full of many travels. Instead of working from our head office here in Nairobi, I was headed for spot checks cum meet – the branch colleagues. My itinerary wasn’t quite clear but all I knew is that I was to do a round trip in two days.

Day one began well. Got to the first branch before noon. A good start it was, learning their operations and sharing ideas on the way forward. The story was the same in the other branches (which were in different counties thus I spent a lot of time on the road). Evening came and I sought for a place to lay my head. I ended up in this dingy guest house, all in the name of promoting a friend. My room was called simba though no part of it lived to its name. All in all, I managed to rest.

Day two was tiring! The plan kept changing, causing some level of frustration. The idea was to clear the day’s assignment and return home. All this time my head was only thinking of work yet I had left my baby at home with a one week old nanny. I didn’t have time to panic cause duty called. The task at hand was accomplished successfully but time was not on my side. It was obvious that this was another night in a guest house.

My colleagues and I converged in Nakuru town and that is where they introduced me to Room 314! It was just a few minutes to midnight. Before paying for the service, I was asked to go upstairs, meet her and decide whether she was worth my sleep. It was love at first sight.

20151009_231638I must admit that her covers are much better than those I own right now. Look at her net….it’s so welcoming!

She managed to switch me from business trip to vacation mode. I don’t remember how long I was in the shower. All I remember is the volume of water coming from my eyes. The drainage couldn’t differentiate between the two. Both waters were warm; both waters were full of dirt since they were from cleansing; one within and one without. By the time my body was clean, my heart was open.

Room 314 was about to meet the real ANNEOBURE.

There was nothing to fear anymore. We were all alone. These walls, like all others, had ears. The only difference is they echoed back what I said only to me and gave me the guts to know that my secrets were safe with her. It hit me that I had never taken a holiday since I got hitched. Life became so busy, the one I thought would care about me became even busier. It was always about work, work, work. With little breaks of baby, baby, baby (no regrets).

One Day At A Time

(I’m adding this on the 18th of April, 2017: God has just opened my eyes and made me notice that Room 314 Resembles Rom 3:14, which says, ‘Whose mouth was full of cursing and bitterness!’ That was exactly who I was when originally writing this post.)

My mind drifted back to a time when I was just Anne Obure. I allowed myself to remember how it was. This was the transitional period between being Gordon and Jeddy’s little girl, to becoming someone’s companion. I remember treating myself, going out with my friends, doing mission work, loving on God in all possible ways. I don’t know when Anne Obure disappeared, but trust me I know for sure where she disappeared to. That’s the only reason she’s back! Bigger and Better! (literally…hahaha). Though beaten, not bitter. Cast down but not destroyed. In fact there’s a part of me that gets excited when I think of the past four years of pain. I’m yet to understand why.

20151010_081904This is where I found her; in Rm 314. Just as the net welcomed me the night before in the dark, likewise, the sun came through the window in the morning, caressing my back, drying the drenched sheets and telling me, “Gal, go out there and make it count once more!”

I must admit that despite the pain I have gone through (still going through), This one night event helped me realize that I’ve got to remain strong. It began as a hectic business trip and ended as a prescribed rest period that I thoroughly needed. Watch this space for Nyeri trip which is a week away!

I cannot end this post without introducing you guys to Rm 314. This is where she dwells: http://www.jovago.com/en-gb/kenya/o14010/leopard-view-hotel-nakuru

When in town, give her a visit. You will not regret. I trust her not to share my secrets with you. We share something more. I being 31, Rm 314 kinda sounds like the room for me. 31 for(4): For those who are 31. But worry not, she dwells with others: 001 – 313 and beyond! Calculate your age and take your pick. Who knows what her sisters have in store for you. A big thank you to the staff at Leopard View Hotel. The service was excellent! The meals were delicious too!

For now, meet the Guy who keeps me going; The One who’ll never let me go; Listen to His biography; He sticks really close…. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=813-VofXK2Q

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As I sit back and allow myself to daydream, my mind goes back to the year when I went through some counseling with the aim of getting married. I had met this guy that I felt would be a lovely dude to spend the rest of my life with and since we were members of the same church, there was very little opposition when we approached our various zonal pastors and made our intentions known. Before long, we got into the list for counselees who were tying the knot soon. The programme was awesome! Enjoyable, insightful, mature, spiritually enlightening, to mention but the least. To cut the long story short, this ain’t the guy who married me. I know you’re wondering why I got into so much detail, well, there’s one thing I learnt during this period that stuck with me for life: COUNTERFEIT.

One of the assignments we had been given is seven pointers on whether your fiancé is the ONE or not. Among the things to watch out for was ‘marrying a counterfeit’. This was the person you were 100% sure you wanted to spend the rest of your life with but you hadn’t taken him/her through screening, you hadn’t given the thought time to mature, etc. As the definition goes, this counterfeit partner was one who was a fake replica of your real soul mate; one who portrayed exactly the characteristics you went out searching for but contained a hidden agenda, character, with the intention to deceive or defraud. In short, this is a sham, bogus, fake person.

Have you ever heard of the saying that goes, ‘All shall be tested on the things they have learnt’? You better be attentive in the classroom you are in. Exams are round the corner. I jumped out of my premarital counseling class (which was aborted since I discovered that wasn’t ‘the’ dude) and bumped into my counterfeit. It’s a shame I failed that exam; big time!

Shortly after learning this lesson, I get my prince charming; I was so sure that I was done with all the frogs (I wonder whether this same saying is used in China where frogs aren’t viewed as bad). This guy came with a bounce and a tilt that swept me off my feet. This guy knew the things that ticked my clock and caused my boat to float. I opened up to him and lay myself bear before him (quite close to idolatry). This is coz I had been to many places, done so many unthinkables, broken a few hearts, thus I was sure these things could follow me to my matrimonial home, why not expose myself in advance. When it was his turn, he came out as one who had never sinned, never erred in his entire life. This was one of the many red flags that I still didn’t see. Just mention anything perfect, he was.

Before I could say ‘Jack Robinson’, I was Mrs. Counterfeit. This is a follow up from the previous post https://anneobure.wordpress.com/2015/09/24/september-the-24th/ I am still suffering the consequences of a bogus marriage. Sham is synonymous to counterfeit and quite close to his name.


I wouldn’t wanna leave it on a sad note; not my nature. I have a way of making the best out of what I have. I have decided to view that experience as a necessary one. Since the counterfeit didn’t damage my originality (though it almost did), I have lived to tell the story. I’ll make sure that it is heard and read to the rooftops. Others can learn from it. I am rising up, still dusting myself as I revise the lessons I need to master. I’ve got an F1 generation to care for. Though he physically resembles the counterfeit (looks exactly like daddy), he’s still innocent and I’ll strive to ensure that he remains so by imparting original ideas, genuine motives and sincere character into his heart.

The big question is: How can something so fake produce something so real?

The big answer is: A God who ain’t a respecter of persons.

I’m honored to have a second chance. Lack of a cowardice spirit in me will result into trying that journey again sometime.