<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 15:17:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Stories</category><category>Africa</category><category>Kenya</category><category>poetry</category><category>Paa Ya Paa</category><category>World Cup 2010</category><category>parenting</category><category>writing</category><category>Michael Jackson (1958-2009)</category><category>As quiet as it is kept</category><category>Inspiration</category><category>healing</category><category>China</category><category>Diaspora</category><category>Home</category><category>Humour</category><category>Nigeria</category><category>Passion</category><category>Perserverance</category><category>Politics</category><category>Rebeka Njau</category><category>cultural awareness</category><category>culture</category><category>family</category><category>freedom</category><category>Africa Cup of Nations</category><category>Artists</category><category>Haiti earthquake 2010</category><category>Kangas</category><category>Kenya Diaspora</category><category>Kilimanjaro</category><category>Social Graces</category><category>South Africa 2010</category><category>Tanzania</category><category>Utu</category><category>Zimbabwe Stone Sculpture</category><category>african culture</category><category>education</category><category>human rights</category><category>immigrant</category><category>joy</category><category>poverty</category><category>power</category><category>rhythms</category><category>AKPA</category><category>Adultery</category><category>Africa Cup of Nations 2010</category><category>Africa Yetu</category><category>African Youth</category><category>African leaders</category><category>African politicians</category><category>African trailblazers</category><category>Apartheid</category><category>Atlanta</category><category>Awards</category><category>Barack Obama</category><category>Beauty</category><category>Ben Okri</category><category>Biennial Ambassadors Conference</category><category>Child Soldier</category><category>Christmas</category><category>Day of Resolve 2011</category><category>Diaspora Conference</category><category>Elimo Njau</category><category>Employment</category><category>Empowerment</category><category>Ethnocentricity</category><category>FIFA 2010</category><category>Family Football</category><category>Female genital mutilation</category><category>Football</category><category>Friendship</category><category>Georgia Soccer</category><category>Green Belt Movement</category><category>Haiti earthquake</category><category>Ignorance</category><category>Innovation</category><category>International Women&#39;s Day</category><category>Iyeoka Okoawo</category><category>James Kangwana</category><category>Johannesburg</category><category>John Oliver</category><category>Kibo Art Gallery  Power</category><category>Lagos</category><category>Language</category><category>MARTA</category><category>Mau Mau</category><category>Nadia</category><category>New Frontier</category><category>Nneka Egbuna</category><category>Oppression</category><category>Pioneers</category><category>Puberty</category><category>Shukrani</category><category>Soccer</category><category>Suffering</category><category>Thank You</category><category>This Is My Africa</category><category>Today Show</category><category>Tourism</category><category>Vanpool Diary Entry #1</category><category>Vanpool Diary Entry #2</category><category>Wangari Maathai</category><category>World Aids Day</category><category>World History</category><category>Zachary Muburi-Muita</category><category>birthdays</category><category>dreams</category><category>drum</category><category>elections</category><category>global warming</category><category>globalization</category><category>headache</category><category>justice</category><category>lawless</category><category>life</category><category>literacy</category><category>love</category><category>matriarch</category><category>mother</category><category>movies</category><category>opportunities</category><category>pets</category><category>polygamy</category><category>polygyny</category><category>refugees</category><category>relationships</category><category>rhythm</category><category>self-determination</category><category>strep</category><category>team manager</category><category>tonsillitis</category><title>Mama Shujaa</title><description>This blog is my drum.  Beat it with me. </description><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-8034296182759965024</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2025 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-03-09T09:18:04.863-04:00</atom:updated><title>International Women&#39;s Day 2025</title><atom:summary type="text">The weaving of moments that have altogether formed the woman I am today.The DNA that formed the foundation.The mindful acts that brought me grace, joy and freedom.The valleys that served as fertilizer of the seeds of faith.The insights that caused me to pause and connect the dots.The wings clipped in order to grow stronger.The inward journey to thank God, who is my hiding place.The awe of the </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2025/03/international-womens-day-2025.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoWSVGquBD3qYrRyhW9Y0Hl9HefBomnrTNpox0vLFyWYL4tl0FGKGu_m4x5-N36SJQjOgKH56MPzWyfKOJlmdQHtPKyr0T1_t575x-feCi3-7d2iLB2LpaTHsjd2vjQsSnGm2GZAPUurj7oyX_cRG2aJzmzk9zTzGz54Ud12Rn58kWGD8pyM9NIM4uMX4/s72-w275-h400-c/480973388_10232471015970630_8102222803870593157_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7017597081644864604</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2021 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-04-29T04:57:17.133-04:00</atom:updated><title>The dock</title><atom:summary type="text">This morning I stood on the small dock.&amp;nbsp;I accommodated my concerns for a few minutes. Then I cast them into the murky depths of the lake.&amp;nbsp;I meditated upon God’s will and my getting out past the harbor into the great depths of knowing things for myself. Growing and developing spiritual discernment.&amp;nbsp;Happiness is the joy you feel, when moving towards your potential.Onwards and Upwards</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/04/the-dock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcc7BpinPsla4SkgBepXtWUSnDnWdu9J9fVd8TJ4gzLSARpipe-8dlufRp08evjj7WebcUZxmYaVha6VTEnLZwP7Nh0HWSQl7CLkcVAIx5hFBN78PGd7Q0NGtauAuVVML4VHEz3xf_nw/s72-w480-h640-c/IMG-8203.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-5948330189704140023</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2021 08:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-04-23T04:39:30.977-04:00</atom:updated><title>I am Woman</title><atom:summary type="text">I am woman. I am not a strong womanI do not have girl magicI am more vast than strength and magic. Sometimes, I want to be protected, to be vulnerable, to be desired, to be understood;within contexts that display the depth and scope that I am. 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It represented a variety of countries from all over </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/04/music-as-form-of-transportation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMN0IF0iF-DTrnMJUJpWYouadIfPUZyizzLoPa_dHmyKbQGnm5mwu7X73o2H3SFYbvKk8IuQjHX0mwPpeU4YSfXbnPk1sFyVnIUFt0C2EKGsC-QGqE9PBCyi2XGZIJHuDCwIU7u9Lnrk/s72-w300-h400-c/IMG-7484.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-3457742677777860235</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2021 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-04-12T16:28:29.164-04:00</atom:updated><title>Shifting Identity</title><atom:summary type="text">When I have time to think and dream...I think about my novel.It is about geographic and social mobility.&amp;nbsp;It is about characters who try to find their rightful &quot;place&quot; in post-colonial Africa.And immigrants in America who try to find &quot;belonging.&quot;It is about Outsiders and Insiders.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The stratification of society,Caste, Class, Culture, Ethnicity.It explores trust, adaptability and </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/04/shifting-identity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEzLHOtYbeQIboCKkKf6gsZFBTqwpLU0DpIdffg8mULiLsXV-3SS7btWM41EUwl5B17wxUVCENkA17QCyxCbXGn2D_O2ltymT8G9JlU2xemcA5UObYAIiZ1o4eKQsIBPqt5HeZebaCBQ/s72-w300-h400-c/pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-2805248048881833176</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2021 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-04-09T05:52:22.229-04:00</atom:updated><title>Wellness</title><atom:summary type="text">What I have learned is that vibrancy comes from wellness, wellbeing, good health, and confidence, to name a few elements. As I approach my sixties, I am more self aware than ever.  Four years ago, I took charge of my own health, and began my wellness journey. Of the multiple roles I take on in my daily life, number one is now to put myself first. Self care is not selfish. “Put your mask on first,</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/04/wellness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGlWZQtG9NwTQJ9eRAGKknHjI8yD2s_KtoQNUoSAwVzt2F6gfwartyYteRlTfMDMDbwYQfd1Iz8TdxYzQsNasJlnR9fe5E1Fm8Fj0EuTYd3Ojllix38K6VC8HJeh7Rrk6EuM6n5Ik1uE/s72-w250-h400-c/170421025_10223002398181103_425670555515923944_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7870970270401347086</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2021 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-31T15:45:51.592-04:00</atom:updated><title>Watercolors and Roses</title><atom:summary type="text">I complete the front of the card. I lift it carefully and carry it out to the yard.&amp;nbsp; The sun is high in the sky. It will take a short time for the watercolors to dry.&amp;nbsp; I set it carefully on the grass.The divisions between the colors are barely discernible.But in the clarity of the sunlight, I can see where the fresh brush strokes collided in a damp spot and forced an irregular fusion of</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/watercolors-and-roses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_-cDvWOHMBnn-uRQmQpz7-QdmGig82cbK8MCk0tfW7MVvm0TOu_Yzw5Rbi5q641486ZxkAelM3WlyhugAXXL5hIT08ctoBtGdbK_gRUUalFhU-1BTX0N1gabkYfLJWX5VLz1HaXLhVug/s72-w300-h400-c/Dried+Roses.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-1574661261495022572</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 10:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-29T10:48:46.002-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Waterfall</title><atom:summary type="text">It was all too much for her to consume.&amp;nbsp; A waterfall of sheer satin plunged over rocks lined with a draping of moss. Was the doorway behind the curtain of water? The gates to heaven that Rahab had told her about.&amp;nbsp; Where the washing away of sins took place?She looked at Mo. His arms were crossed over his chest - his right hand cradling his left elbow, his left hand cradling his right </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/the-waterfall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnUi7C3mVhbLKjNqdpbMK-4gtVu5XejRHfQze5TocHEGh9iz80uphaPzp2U6bHL2EGVe9svi6Lk5ZaV55Gw8Q3veWq4nc9cd2TbXXiwN3y7G8h2XwclJy4CLzYwurvZ-2LMfk-nLnTbg/s72-w400-h266-c/IMG-6628.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7704771427955314334</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2021 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-18T07:33:08.512-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Prayer Trail</title><atom:summary type="text">Twigs creaked beneath my feet as I emerged from the shady path onto the clearing. And my chronic homesickness resurfaced. Before me were twelve tree stumps, just like the ones we sat on at the Gallery during bonfire nights, circa 1975-1980.Bonfires that were lit to unleash the creative energy of those gathered - artists, writers and poets. When the sky was so black and life seemed so simple. </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/the-prayer-trail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVGAj9kyrpzSWnDg40E5hIAe3DeBGNf2j0uAOFW6vgtQN1RyAsl93vCCc8pQLiGENGVcdHZ_Atbb9_Ppt_3ucQ-e7thMiJzEyrbnaKrgxxRDC7iRd1xx3YAXXRYTf9RuNfeYcELP9NWec/s72-w400-h296-c/wooden+stools.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-2628145843808100578</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2021 09:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-16T05:24:56.573-04:00</atom:updated><title>Roads and Trees</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;I am writing a novel.As I walk through my already written work, rewriting - scenes to be added or taken out - it is a revelation to me how many times roads and trees come up.&amp;nbsp;Tarmac roads, murram (dirt) roads - which way do they lead? Inwards or outwards?&amp;nbsp;Roads are a force, static yet powerful, causing movement.&amp;nbsp;The major conflict in the book is duality of being. The cultural</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/roads-and-trees.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzEUGA4baA3EVycT7rhtvgHGV6pvuCH4Z38eKElx2AHORaQESkqexIwPvG_5qc9ZSNwJR7nqipzLVO51OMlJkQMqYnf5EWUskqPUFdx4qekatUB_aWpZ3i2QEOdJQM8HpVMrdKe29ApQ/s72-w480-h640-c/IMG_0640-HDR-Edit.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-7950445720814703160</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2021 11:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-12T06:36:03.697-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Sneak Peek of Spring</title><atom:summary type="text">The birdsong is louder than usual this morning.I think the birds are excited about Spring, and all the bugs they are going to eat as it gets warmer...&amp;nbsp;We are also excited about Spring!xoxo</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/a-sneak-peek-of-spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-760402024400924550</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2021 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-10T20:52:36.283-05:00</atom:updated><title>Game Face</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;There is no moving up and out in the world unless we are fully acquainted with the person we are meant to be.&amp;nbsp; Whatever your calling, it is already rooted within, and while those roots may get trampled on or tugged at, they can never be removed.&quot; - Oprah.As I rewrite my novel, I am revisiting shadow work that I have needed to do for awhile.&amp;nbsp; Not with a trained specialist, just with my </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/game-face.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMg9Hnmhw8K5FIRehoYsysN_3aBWYQ4c-6Y6H5n8e_LlXYYNs3-Ad22gPH-5IDri84HfH7Zgg4j9_oYTlJGjiIfTnrzrvBjObV5LF9gRs4FDcOAir507E0s3VA5pqhZBDqn1gghkqEd2U/s72-w275-h400-c/game+face+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-5336475222385481727</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2021 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-08T07:01:11.952-05:00</atom:updated><title>I am an International Woman</title><atom:summary type="text">The time of day when the sun is high above the horizon, is my favorite instance of time.&amp;nbsp;Today is a day remembered especially for women. I add my voice to the thousands praising.As we pause to take stock of all that we have accomplished for the good of man and wo(man), I pause to pay homage to Mama Shujaa, my blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We launched in November of 2008 and I called her Mama Shujaa (</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/i-am-international-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-8937873588216259140</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2021 13:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-06T08:17:40.861-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Time Comes</title><atom:summary type="text">Yes, the time comes when you must write that letter to yourself.&amp;nbsp; Because only you can.In this digital age we live in where a lot of communication is via Facebook, Twitter, instant text messaging and emails, write a missive that bears the hallmarks of great correspondence.&amp;nbsp;Break it up into digestible chunks that will become slices of social Herstory.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Start with your childhood</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/the-time-comes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUlHSw_AXBwFE_XrD4EktxxPXZaD8IJ_gg74JybcXBnb8jk_apPh-glKRZH-vTz4mnZ20Adt1qrtoU4TCBa22ogf_aNCzhXZ7daaMi2gM9UVysOkJztaDmKDGUvfsAinw-LTyURRVsRA/s72-c/IMG-5266.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-1124396928447095276</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2021 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-05T06:33:40.027-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wellness Accountability Partner?</title><atom:summary type="text">When I received that check in text from my coach, why did I feel like sprinting?Phew! Let me get to work!Who is your Wellness Accountability Partner?I have got lofty body goals so I am thankful for mine.Hana.&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/wellness-accountability-partner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-803696466217524411</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2021 10:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-04T05:52:54.663-05:00</atom:updated><title>How Do You Overcome Imposter Syndrome:  The Sacred Seed(s)</title><atom:summary type="text">I practice remembering who I am. Daily.&amp;nbsp; I surround myself with people who will help fertilize and till the organic soil upon which I stand, the roots of my existence.&amp;nbsp; And for that I am grateful.The journey continues...you can watch the full 6 min video on my IG page @ mamashujaa.Blessings.Hana.&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/how-do-you-overcome-imposter-syndrome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-1171350002958169901</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2021 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-02T14:38:03.476-05:00</atom:updated><title>We are constantly evolving </title><atom:summary type="text">This morning as I was leaving for the job:Hubby: &amp;nbsp;“You forgot your wig!””No, I’m going in like this!” pointing to my freshly twisted locs.&amp;nbsp;Hubby: “cool.”****Isn’t it amazing how we are constantly evolving?&amp;nbsp;A lot of us women did not get the memo for years…that our lives belong to us.&amp;nbsp;We’ve allowed that instinct to prevail, that we need a permission slip from the principals </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/we-are-constantly-evolving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TddKA7ICCGjLT0yFUpk31txGbAgVAFWJYR6upwcQY2e-zYTnxrZ9N8GP3vcvWnSmrKLaAVMGQI34IzIuXLX8qCU5K7i4f5XL7oCftgTB9-UBJLHD5mK84oDvdBUfbW1_t3udtCp-fSI/s72-c/IMG-5191.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-8895954082642920913</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2021 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-01T06:42:03.722-05:00</atom:updated><title>It is World Compliment Day</title><atom:summary type="text">THANK YOU for the many ways your lives have enriched mine.&amp;nbsp;For your love, friendship, intelligence, grit, resilience, irreverent wit,&amp;nbsp;courage, and the vibrant joy you spread.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I reach across this internet we share to say:Asante Sana, my impeccable friends! I am grateful for you and this wonderful world of special connections.Hana.&amp;nbsp;&quot;The smallest act of kindness is worth </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/03/it-is-world-compliment-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtaMojazIbck-nIFmrHIbbRNzHba88blMtIPlIN_sybZq_lwaei_pqOpXgekMf8rBEfunpUgyKqwbz3shLKn-EBPriUEF6N1nJCXXH0UZjSZlSyzpqktgR3xNUUVCGsSBsAyQxblNiJSo/s72-w187-h320-c/IMG-4085.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-745571342587612055</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2021 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-02-28T13:22:57.250-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Road We Have Travelled</title><atom:summary type="text">I love looking up and realizing that 36 years have passed without my really noticing because all the while we have been immersed in raising a family, in pursuing personal goals, in a sense, we have been immersed in our book of life.&amp;nbsp;Transporting ourselves along, bumpy roads notwithstanding, gliding over the smooth tarmac, crunching through graveled throughways - With God&#39;s Grace Always.Love </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/02/the-road-we-have-travelled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmESutEN5D49qNRq__VO4xRndPx_WfVcchjThwhXIE3xXFNpqrokFZZWQF8dEduMnpBbcP_3-16QrIKTUyVtqF86s49cn7DMo51QZ388LxAwy4y8umjCmDKWEXkTQp323CrIZQhfqsG1s/s72-w235-h400-c/IMG-5157.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-4273257161442838741</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2021 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-02-17T07:42:44.565-05:00</atom:updated><title>To Thine Own Self Be True</title><atom:summary type="text">It is the most validating thing you can do.Do you ever feel out of balance?Like you’ve been running ragged, trying to live up to someone else’s vision for your life?Juggling roles throughout life – daughter, son, father, mother, sister, brother, husband, wife, team manager, coworker, boss, friend volunteer…You can get into alignment.  Just like tires need alignment, you can align and get to </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/02/can-you-own-your-greatness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LELZqnkRQBvo5KnS8Dl5UaQs4prOVX5yn8G_9vZ26eHrv-gDNreOS9gT0y3KXZ5OMEF8B5jlmZR-ynPTOShb_1nxkjxQgSyyznuAAVrQnGB1aLPeT7frsNzCe8uFlfyMWiWsOPmTgng/s72-c/IMG-4653.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-6555099167672000596</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2021 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-02-14T08:53:20.382-05:00</atom:updated><title>Creative Adventure: My Crafts Business</title><atom:summary type="text">It is always like this: after you start something you discover you love, you ask yourself why did I not begin sooner?The crafts business that I launched in November, 2020, is sprouting and stretching.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It all began with a friend&#39;s request:&amp;nbsp; &quot;You must do something with your penmanship!&quot;That led to intentional conversations...and the universe was captivated!&amp;nbsp;God put me in the </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/02/creative-adventure-my-crafts-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlO6btWiXKyWD-kiY63eg-g_4RnMimzYm42dQTU_k7ztdC2Pgihi4IuKpYymi3m3qDUIjVFOwoc38xpn3dphGfsJqPTg12OjqMj4RtSFN5BWaJ7lGZpWo5x-VdYrhUluXX_a1Z2k8Wc0/s72-c/IMG-4602+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-8215807075501108850</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2021 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-02-11T07:30:27.111-05:00</atom:updated><title>On Voice and Dissonance</title><atom:summary type="text">Can you trust what you see in your mirror?Yesterday, I was prompted to reflect deeper on Who Hana Is and Why she does what she does - from the most unexpected source. I had sought the assistance of a personal branding consultant with the intention of executing on goals I have set for 2021. Maybe I knew that personal branding delves beyond beautiful selfies and orchestrated photo shoots but that </atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2021/02/on-voice-and-dissonance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekRrztteh3FbfJSNvzBa0hJwHPKlLvrK0C1nQ8YLSKjumSpgEhQME9VTalCSju3JrvPW5XRcsGVzF-Y-xVZhdlcRDwTkjJeBPL2st_otkuThodJLoQUGXidPCbdTtAU6lo4LvugICPGU/s72-c/IMG-4477.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-996159943533074585</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2020 11:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-09-03T07:22:05.561-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Body Is A Garden</title><atom:summary type="text">Mother Nature has given us this challenge.We are fighting it with terms of imprisonment.Lockdown. Quarantine. Isolation.I am cultivating seeds of compassion in this war.&amp;nbsp;I am planting bulbs tolerant of cold temperatures, resistant to threats of frost, that will grow deep roots to anchor us against the ephemeral fashions of the world.Mother Nature gives and she takes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is time to</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2020/09/my-body-is-garden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMo55kAwn2S_ltAZdjTnIJtQjibDtgbkwos925Y_P0FfLPxwWouSw8gydiZfI3uRI4Hu5YZcxK3rowCZaSSBEOOR3C_HIptJRRoMmmKzpfVMYOfVZloZ0NcohxZjC3szRZ6zVFmC61XK8/s72-w335-h500-c/Emma+and+Laila.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-6284282171953072401</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2020 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-08-18T06:00:03.346-04:00</atom:updated><title>Why I Do What I Do</title><atom:summary type="text">Watch my short video here:https://www.facebook.com/hana.njauokolo/videos/10221275218402688/?extid=KpuleuuEcVWENE4Y&amp;amp;d=nMama Shujaa xoxox</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2020/08/why-i-do-what-i-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614816848877821910.post-5185168880655523398</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2020 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-08-17T13:30:17.240-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Kilimanjaro Poem</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Honored to be published with others here:https://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2020/08/08/kilimanjaro-by-hana-njau-okolo-landmarks-series/Cheers!Hana.&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://mamashujaa.blogspot.com/2020/08/my-kilimanjaro-poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hana Njau-Okolo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>