Becky Shikunyi

Being the head of the house isn’t just about providing; it’s about balancing responsibilities, managing relationships, and making tough decisions that affect the whole family. For many men, particularly firstborn sons, these roles can feel like a never-ending battle. They wear many hats—protector, provider, leader, and now, in many cases, a husband—and the pressure of it all can sometimes feel overwhelming. From the day he’s born, the firstborn son is often expected to step up, and as he matures into adulthood, the weight of this responsibility intensifies. The Dual Role of Being a Sibling and a Leader As the firstborn, he assumes the role of the ‘big brother’ early on. For some, it’s a title they cherish, but it’s also a role that demands something from them that others may not fully understand. With younger siblings, the expectation can be high. He’s not just a sibling; he’s also an unofficial parent, a role model, and the person his younger brothers and sisters look up to. The relat...

Let’s talk about something that doesn’t get enough credit—the little red shoe of confidence. It’s not a literal shoe, mind you (though I wouldn’t mind a pair myself), but more of a metaphor. Picture it: a tiny, bold thing that symbolizes the strength and audacity it takes to juggle all the roles we play as working mums, career women, entrepreneurs, and wives. It’s that little boost that helps you stand tall, keep pushing, and wear your confidence like a crown—even when the world is asking you to shrink. As someone who has to balance all these roles, I can tell you that this little red shoe has been a game-changer. The Working Mum: The Red Shoe of Resilience When you're a working mum, you often feel like a superhero—and let’s face it, that comes with some serious moments of feeling like you’re failing. The school runs, the morning chaos, the endless requests for snacks that sound like you’ve been feeding an army… And that’s just before you even step foot into the office! But there’s...

So, there I was—rolling solo in some elite lounge/club. No, not because I’m all independent or anything, but because I’m trying to treat myself. I’ve been under pressure lately, dealing with the usual life drama, and my friend threw in a little complimentary dinner to lift my spirits. Yeah, I know what you're thinking: New friends, please! But for real, when someone says, “It’s on me,” you don’t ask questions. You take it and run! Now, mimi huyoooo, as soon as I sat down, the waiter came with this flashy menu. It wasn’t even a menu at first glance—it looked like a passport that could take me straight to Dubai if I was lucky. You know those ones you need to wash your hands before you touch? Yeah, that’s the one. The kind that makes you second guess if you should really be sitting there, especially when the prices on it could probably buy me a small car, or at least a decent second-hand one. But hey, I wasn’t paying, so I opened it like I owned the joint. My elite restaurant etiquet...