Interestingly, I did not go searching for counselling as my main career. I am still at the point of deciding if counselling found me or if I found counselling. It’s the same conundrum as to whether I am allergic to cats or cats are allergic to me. When I come to a conclusion, I will be sure to let you know.

Therapy became real to me and not just a fancy word when I finally tackled the loss and grief I had experienced as a child and which had greatly shaped my world view. I do agree with therapy being referred to as the “talking cure” due to the very fact that by being allowed to talk freely without judgment or reservations, I emerged stronger both psychologically and emotionally by the end of it all.

As I gradually learnt more about therapy, I moved from being shocked by Psychoanalysis to being challenged by Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. At the end of my basic training and practical’s, I professed to being an “Eclectic Counsellor” as I saw there was potential in all theories to help a client live a fulfilling life. My experiences so far have led me on a path that agrees to the fact that many studies conclude that the quality of the therapist- client relationship is the most important driver of successful outcomes. Not the school of therapy. This to me means that I can’t give what I don’t have.  Self-awareness on my part as a counsellor has a ripple effect on the clients who come my way. I have to put in the work as well.  

What to charge, who to charge and who not to charge are never ending questions within therapy circles. It is no surprise that there hasn’t been a stipulated flat rate within the counselling fraternity even after therapy being a mainstream service for several years. What doesn’t augur well with me is that there are lots of practicing therapists who are in it for the money and sometimes cause irreversible harm to their clients and leave psychological scars for years on end. I purpose to be the change I wish to see, despite it being a cliché. Something has to give.

I am cautious about self-directed therapy apps as they may give the client a certain rush of motivation but they may transfer the responsibility of change and decision making to the application or soon tire of it and get back to their self-defeating habits. However, as Mohammed Hersi always quotes, “I choose to remain an optimist”.

Therapy is truly a marketplace icon when it comes to its everyday use in society. It’s true that people self pathologize themselves. What shocks me is hearing a child stating that they are depressed due to not having the latest gadget. This reveals the extent to which certain terms that were originally used by qualified practitioners have permeated into society partly thanks to society’s efforts in trying to Keep Up with the Kardashians while excitedly watching as crime, seduction and other previously shunned upon social ills are justified as self-expression or moving with the times. Truly, we have moved from what was once a restrictive culture to a society whose moral boundaries shift depending on the audience, for the customer is king.

All in all, the human mind hosts an insatiable beast known as curiousity. Therapy helps us dive into the known and unknown, therefore, serving up a palatable buffet that isn’t running out any time soon. Roll the dice, pick a seat and watch it unfold. After all, it pays to have a healthy curiousity about human nature. I know I do!




It has been a while since I wrote down my thoughts on paper aside from the usual to-do-list that characterizes the hustle and bustle of living in our beloved city of Nairobi. Nonetheless, I pray that words will not escape me as I do so.

I believe my journey towards graduate school begun when I was continually in the presence of children within the estate I lived in as well as every Sunday as a Sunday school teacher. Hardly would you find me chatting with the grownups, rather the grownups would find me chatting, playing or making crafts with the children from within the estate and their friends from other housing blocks.

The interactions would leave me with questions on how to have a conversation with a child that did not just ask how their day was or what they would like to be when they grow up but rather facilitate a conversation that would be beneficial to both of us after we parted ways. Special needs cases in Sunday school as well as interestingly unique experiences the children were going through stirred the quest for knowledge on children matters and therefore, I searched for child related courses at Masters level, and well, I guess the rest as they say is history.

Researching on child related activities is something I constantly do to lessen the chances of teaching Sunday school in the same manner every other Sunday. Therefore I come across different issues that leave a hunger for more within me.

I am yet to narrow down on what exactly I would like to research on but I do believe my interests may lie in either of the following areas; “How children process death and how Kenyan cultural practices hinder or help them in the grieving process” or “The role of play and art therapy in the holistic development of children”. I do believe if it isn’t either of these two, I will be interested to find or compile ways to get the children away from television screens and into creative learning in non-formal settings.

How I wish we could revert back to barter trade where in exchange for my talents, I would sit at the feet of a wise old woman and gain the knowledge and practical skills that would best cater to holistic well-being of the children around me. However, legal tender is needed in exchange for the knowledge I seek. I have sort out assistance which will ensure I get to attend the first semester without financial hitches.

I have the best social support network, which is truly happy that I am finally pursuing that which is truly part of my calling and purpose in life. My immediate family as well as my Church school family is excited and truly supportive of my studies. Most especially, my mother, who has always known I have a soft spot for children. I am not alone on this journey. That’s a fact.

I am continually in the presence of children and more so, my nephews are dear to my heart. Ensuring that I become the very best child therapist but more so their creative and fun aunt is continually my motivation despite what life throws my way.

I will be a better me that they may be the greatest version of themselves.





Life is surely full of surprises. No wonder one of my favourite phrases is “Wonders never cease”

Sometimes the sun stays hidden in your life that you may truly appreciate its warm and radiant rays when it finally beams through the dark clouds. 

Looking beyond your circumstance is easier said than done. 

Negative thoughts are like quicksand. Break free of the fruitles endless cycle by being grateful for what you already have.