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The Weekend

On Saturday evening, it was great to have Emma and her family and Purity for dinner. The kids had so much fun running around.Samara really enjoyed herself. You see her 2 elder cousins can talk, sing aloud and when she couldn't keep up with them , she resorted to laughing. Mnara, our 7month old nephew entertained himself on the carpet . My highlight for the evening was  just before they left, my nieces  decided to do presentations for us. They were so bold and I wondered where time flies too?These babies were born just the other day. One day soon Samara will also be saying 'my name is Samara and I will say a poem'.  I  truly thanked God for the joy and fellowship of family.


On Sunday, Samara was up at 6.30a.m. and I bonded with her as I had to travel to see an aunt who had been admitted in Ol Kalau District Hospital. I must say I was impressed by the hospital. We were shocked the place was clean, every patient had their own bed and  were given good portions of food .  What amazed me most was the costs. General ward which is a reasonable place was Kshs 150 per day(inclusive of food, doctor visits etc). The private ward was Kshs 850. The maternity ward a C-section would cost the mother Kshs 5,000 and 6 days in hospital. When I told my aunts that in Nairobi for a CS you cough out  Kshs 200,000, they couldn't believe it. But thumbs up to the government for making this facility accessible to all with its affordable rates. We thanked God to see my aunt happy and much better healthwise.


One thing am grateful for is that I left our daughter with my beloved the whole day and I didn't have to worry. They spent the day at our parents and they had a ball. It was good to get home and find them fine and happy. Thank you hun for handling Samara so well yesterday. I do not take it for granted and count my blessings.

Happy new month to you all

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