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Make sure it leads you there by @phinnie_obede

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Night sky by @phinnie_obede

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Only magic here... by @phinnie_obede

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#grateful #walk #outside taken in Karen, Kenya by @phinnie_obede

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2 months ago

Sometimes I look at my inbox and have to laugh.

One says, "Hi."
Another says, "Hey beautiful."
Another: "Let me take you out for coffee."

And I'm over here thinking...

Can we skip to the part where you tell me about your values, your goals, how you handle conflict, whether you're kind to waiters, and what your relationship with your mum is like? 😅

I'm single, yes... but I also have an incredibly low tolerance for small talk.

Maybe raising a 17-year-old has changed me. I've spent years teaching a young man what effort, respect, consistency, and communication look like.

So if you're trying to get my attention... you're competing with the standard I've helped raise.

Try a little harder. 😉
Yours truly xoxo by @phinnie_obede

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2 months ago

I've been sitting on this story for a while, wondering... "Does anyone even care?" 😅

Then I remembered, I don't share because I have all the answers. I share because someone out there might need to know they're not the only one.

A while back, I was doing the thing. Eating well. Working out. Feeling stronger. Then life happened. A major surgery later, the weight came back, and if I'm honest... so did the self-doubt. For a while, I just gave up.

But here's the new plot...

I'm starting again. 💪🏾

Not because I suddenly woke up motivated. Not because I have the perfect body or the perfect plan. But because future me deserves the effort I'm willing to make today.

So yes... it's goodbye to the chips (for now 😭🍟), hello to protein, veggies, and making peace with consistency over perfection.

I'm going to document this journey,the wins, the struggles, the "I really wanted fries today" moments, all of it. If it encourages even one person to start again, then every post will be worth it.

Here's to becoming Fit at 40. ✨

Not chasing perfection. Just showing up, one meal, one workout, one day at a time.

Who's on a "starting again" journey with me? ❤️ by @phinnie_obede

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3 months ago

Bring back some sun 🌞 ☀️ by @phinnie_obede

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3 months ago

I don't know if this is a normal city-girl thing... but I absolutely love going to the market.

Maybe I'm not a full city girl after all. I was raised in the city, but a piece of me was shaped in the village too. Beyond the usual school holidays, I lived with my grandma for a while. That's where I finally taught myself Kikuyu. I could understand it perfectly, but speaking it took practice. (Fun fact: I was already speaking Luo fluently by the time I was five!)

Some of my favourite memories, though, are market days with my dad.

We'd walk in, and everyone knew him. At the vegetable stall he'd simply smile and say, "Kama kawaida." As usual.

That was enough.

The tomato lady knew exactly what he liked. The onion vendor had his order ready. Then we'd head to the fish stand, pick the freshest fish, and before you knew it, we were done. No wandering. No guessing. Just familiar faces, warm conversations, and people who took pride in what they sold.

Somehow, I've carried that into adulthood.

I have my tomato person. My onion person. My avocado person. My fruit person. They know my name, and I know theirs. After a long day at work, there's something comforting about knowing exactly where to go.

Lately, I've realised that's the kind of "market" I want to build for myself.

I want people to know what they can come to me for. To associate my name with consistency, honesty, and value. The way I trust my market vendors is the way I want people to trust me.

Because in the end, whether you're selling tomatoes, offering a service, or simply showing up for people... consistency is what keeps them coming back.

Wanjiku Says: Be someone's "kama kawaida." Be known for something good. by @phinnie_obede

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3 months ago

Before smartphones, phones had STORIES.

My first ever phone was a Nokia 3310.

Not bought locally. Imported. My sister brought it for me all the way from Botswana. I think I was in Form 2… around 2002 if my memory serves me right.

Tell me why I immediately started planning my new life as the IT girl at school 😭

Back then owning a phone wasn’t normal. You had status. You had responsibility. You had to protect that battery life with your life.

Same day I got it…

We were visiting relatives in the village.

My sister literally warned me:
“Don’t go into the toilet with your phone in your pocket.”

Reader…

I went.

And my Nokia 3310 fell into a long-drop pit latrine.

Silence.

Then panic.

Then denial.

I remember just standing there processing the betrayal.

Someone said:
“Call it.”

So we called.

And the phone was RINGING.

FROM INSIDE THE TOILET.

Not dead.
Not drowning.
Just somewhere in the abyss going:
🎵 TIN TIN TIN TIN 🎵

I don’t even remember whether we rescued it or held a funeral.

Fast forward.

Phone number two enters the chat.

Again imported by my sister from Botswana because she clearly believed in me more than I believed in myself.

This one was fancy. Sleek. One of those Nokia era phones that looked expensive and like it had appeared in a Mary J. Blige music video.

I felt unstoppable.

Until Nairobi happened.

Someone in town approached me saying they had gotten my number through someone and there might be a job opportunity.

They borrowed my phone “just briefly.”

I waited.

They entered a building.

I waited some more.

You already know.

Gone.

Phone gone.
Person gone.
Dreams gone.

That was my introduction to Nairobi character development.

Honestly, before smartphones, losing a phone wasn’t losing a device.

It was losing your imported treasure, your contacts written in memory, your ringtone collection, your status… and sometimes your entire trust in humanity 😭

Please tell me I’m not the only one who survived the Nokia + Nairobi era. by @phinnie_obede

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4 months ago

“Imagine telling a future speech therapist to stop talking 😭😂

Growing up, I was the “noisy” child 😭

Bright… but apparently insubordinate.

I asked too many questions.
I challenged things that didn’t make sense to me.
I didn’t really understand hierarchy for the sake of hierarchy.

And I heard versions of:
“Ongea tu… hauwezi lipwa kuongea.”
(Just keep talking… nobody will pay you to talk.)

Well.

Plot twist.

I literally get paid to talk now 💀😂

I talk for a living.
I teach.
I explain.
I advocate.
I support families.
I turn words into connection.

Turns out talking wasn’t the problem.
I just needed the right room.

And maybe some of us weren’t “too much”…
we were just rehearsing for our future careers 😭✨

To every child constantly told:
“you talk too much”

…there may be a place in the world where that becomes your superpower.

(Photo evidence that the class noise maker survived.)

#SpeechTherapist #CertifiedYapper #FormerlyNoisyNowProfessional #ChildhoodStories #WomenWhoTalk #FindYourPeople #SpeechTherapy #NeurodiversityAffirming #GrowingUp #TherapistLife #MainCharacterEnergy by @phinnie_obede

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