Life Lately

Happy Easter, my dear reader! Send me a smoke signal and tell me where you’re reading this from. I’m always curious to know who you are and what makes you tick, what your story is.

I want to call you by your name.

Me? I’ve not been having the best of days: I’m knackered from a busy desk, brittle with emotions and aching for some time off to just be.

Anyway, while I have been pushing myself like a wheelbarrow through these past days, here are three pieces of culture I have indulged in.

What I watched

I watched a documentary on Netflix called ‘Kipchoge: The Last Milestone.’

The documentary is about the story of our Eliud Kipchoge running the INEOS 1:59 Challenge, where he attempted to run a marathon in under two hours. A feat that no human had even done before.

(By the way, a reader called Moses recently schooled me on what a marathon, a half marathon and race is. Moses is a long-distance running enthusiast, he has a lot of authority on the subject of endurance running.

Moses said in his lengthy email, “Bett, a 10K and a marathon are as distant as day and night. A marathon is a 42.195 km or 26 miles, 385 yards road race.

Even more, a 10 kilometer, known in running parlance as 10K, is run on the road and cross country. A 10K done on the track is known as a 10,000 metres race.”

I’m now conscious to never repeat this dismissive rookie mistake again. Thank you, Moses.)

The documentary is shot at Kipchoge’s training camp in Eldoret, then in Monza, Italy, where he first attempted the challenge, and also in Vienna, Austria, where ultimately cracked the challenge.

There are also behind-the-scenes interviews from Kipchoge and his team – his coach and physiotherapist, his pacemakers, the brilliant non-African men and women pulled in by INEOS to play God.

There are some scenes where Kipchoge is speaking in Kalenjin, our beautiful Kalenjin tongue. My goodness, the texture it infused into the storytelling. Argh. I rewound those parts so many times.

The documentary is special to me because on the day that Kipchoge was running the marathon – on October 12, 2019 – I was turning 35.

I always say that this date was not by coincidence, I believe the Universe had sent Kipchoge running to me, to deliver a special message from the Universe, a message about the power of a mind without limits.

What I must admit though, is that after watching the documentary, I saw clearly how they drew from science, technology and engineering to create the almost-perfect conditions that increased the chances of Kipchoge beating the clock and running the marathon in under two hours.

It sort of ruined the magic for me.

Sort of.

What I’m reading

I’m reading two books.

One book is on my Kindle, the other one is a paperback.

The first is a young adult novel by Colleen Hoover, Reminders of Him.’

It’s about a young woman who was sent to prison for the car crash that killed her boyfriend. She was 21 and pregnant when she was sentenced, she gave birth to her daughter while in prison. Her daughter was raised by her late boyfriend’s parents. The woman is now out of prison, she returns to the small hometown to….

You know what, let me not even bother. I’m getting fed up with the juvenile characters and the story, I don’t think any good will come out of reading this book.

I’m also reading Malcolm Gladwell’s ‘David and Goliath’.

He’s as different from Colleen Hoover as a 10K race is from a 42K marathon. (Ha!)

I must mention that GB, my lover, my village chief, introduced me to Malcolm. It took me a hot minute to acquire the taste of Malcolm and his writing but once I did, I never looked back.

Malcolm says,‘David and Goliath’ is a book about what happens when ordinary people confront giants. By ‘giants’, I mean powerful opponents of every kind.

“Each chapter tells the story of a different person who has faced an outsize challenge and been forced to respond. Should I play by the rules or follow my own instincts? Shall I preserve or give up? Should I strike back or forgive?”

A lot of good will come out of this book. 

What I’m listening to

I’m listening to Hillsong Worship songs.

First, a backstory. Our daughter Muna goes to a Christian school. She’s seven. Her school is very big on prayer and the Bible and strong personal values, it’s all incorporated into the curriculum.

Late January, Muna comes home frowning and says, “God is not happy with me.” I ask her, “Why?!”

She sighs. “We don’t pray together as a family every day, we don’t read the Bible, we don’t go to church….”

I felt ashamed. Very ashamed. I never imagined that it would be my little girl who would challenge me to re-examine my relationship with God. With my own heart, my own values.

Now we always listen to Hillsong Worship when driving to church on Sundays. I sometimes listen when I’m working.

The songs are gentle and soothing to the soul.

There are some songs you’ll listen to and you’ll find yourself stewing in a pool of your own tears. And you’ll think to yourself, My goodness, God really does love me. Even if He’s not happy with me, He still blesses me with much more than I ask for.

An edited version of this story first ran in the Saturday Nation on April 8, 2023. It ran under my ‘Culture’ column.

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  • Dear God, 
It’s me again.

I don’t pray as often as I need to, You know that. I don’t kneel by my bed in child-like humility, as Muna does. I don’t whisper a prayer in the morning. Or at noon. Perhaps just in the evening. 

This going-to-church habit is a constant false start. So is reading the Word. 

I’m often guilty but I also know: You and I have a language only we can understand. 

I speak to You through this gift You bestowed upon my Kale shoulders, this gift to write in colour. It’s a gift that sometimes feels like a curse, a burden I have no choice but to pursue. 

Yet other times – most times, actually – it’s the very breath of my essence. Everyday I sit to write, when the words flow from my head and heart through my fingers to the page, I feel You next to me. 

You are here, Lord. Hovering. Lingering. Swooshing about in Your regal robes, like a character from Bridgerton.

Sometimes You get so close I can feel You breathing on my neck and I’m like, ‘Err, God, do You mind, personal space?’

And You chuckle uncomfortably. ‘He-he, of course. Of course.’

I’m here to tell You, Thanks!

I hosted my first in-person event last March, Lord, thank You to all the lovely ladies who granted me their time and full attention. 

I’ve carried them in my heart since and every day, my prayer is that You bring them closer to the life of abundance they each seek. To their own version of wealth. 

I always call them by their name: Becky. Purity. Lindsay. Wangui. Naomi. Shiqow. Mercy. Liz. Winnie. Polly. Nduta. Lynet. 

And Mike. 

Dear Lord, I’m prepping for my next in-person event in June, Inshallah. 

Walk with me as I get there. 

Love always,

  • Highlights from our first-ever in person event hosted by Craft It and @financialfitbit 
Thanks to all the lovely ladies — and gent, hehe — who honoured us with the privilege of their time and attention. And colourful energy. It’s been weeks since and it’s only now that I’m coming down from the high. 

Thank YOU!

🎥 @mikemuthaka 

#craftit #author #MakeYourMoneyMatter #personalfinance #money
  • I am a woman.

I’m strong. I’m brilliant. I’m like a comet shooting across the sky, I’m so bright you have to put on shades to see me.

I’m almost 40, I’m almost fully realising myself as a woman and the power of womanhood I possess.

I’m so powerful that if KPLC connected me to the national grid, I’d power up this country and we’d never have another blackout.

Ho! Ho! Ho!


To recognize and celebrate International Women’s Day today, I’d like to recognize and celebrate eight women.

I have eight things to give away to each of these women:
a) Two tickets to my upcoming event on March 18 with @financialfitbit Theme is ‘Make your money matter’
b) Three autographed copies of my book ‘Should I?’
c) Three autographed copies of my other book ‘How Much?’

To participate:
1. Like this post
2. Tag women who deserve a win of either event ticket or book (tag as many women as you like)
3. Tell us what you’d like her to win and why she deserves the win
4. Make sure your tagged women follow @_craftit and @financialfitbit 

Here are the rules for the giveaway:
— One woman, one win
— Winners will be contacted via DM
— Giveaway closes at the end of this week, Inshallah, on Sunday 12 March
— Only open to people living in Kenya

All the best!

(Swipe right to see the women I’m celebrating.)

#craftit #internationalwomensday
  • My 2022 word of the year was Wholesome. 

Wholesome meant engaging in moderation and in pursuits that didn’t leave me feeling yucky.

An example: there’re weekend nights I’d go out then have too much to drink. On the drive home, I’d tell GB to stop the car every half mile so I could throw up on the side of the road. Then I’d take three working days recovering. 


No more of that nonsense.

Now I have only two doubles of Singleton whiskey and chase it with water. I eat less food and I eat better. I take my supplements. I treat myself to an early bedtime and arise with my body clock, no alarm.

I spend a lot more time hanging with my kids, Muna and Njeeh. 

I buy fewer things. 

I play the piano. 

I created a disciplined routine for my work and take Thursdays off. 

You catch my drift…

Wholesome has become my lifestyle. 

(By the way, I was asked, ‘Where does this word-of-the-year come from, Bett?’ I don’t know about other people but for me, the words present themselves when I’m journaling. My spirit tells me what it needs; I must be still enough to listen and brave enough to obey.)

My word for 2023 is Overdrive.

My two books have unlocked new opportunities for me as a writer and creative. As an urban brand. I’d honestly not foreseen them. 

I know that if I adjust my sails to where the wind is blowing, these opportunities will translate to wealth.

Last Friday, I listed all the work I’m already doing and all the new opportunities – potential and realised – knocking at my door.

I asked myself, ‘What am I taking up here and what am I dropping?’

The response, ‘None – we go into overdrive and smartly pursue them all.’

#craftit #urbanguide
  • Years ago, my best friend said to me, ‘Bett, we’re almost 40 – forget makeup, let’s take care of our skin instead.’

I had to laugh because this was coming from Terry. Terry my Kisii pal, this fine gyal with skin the colour of honey, the only practising SDA in my circle. 

Terry had spent her 20s and early 30s sleek with Arimis. That’s right, the milking jelly with a lactating cow on its logo. 

Arimis addressed all her skin pickles back then. It was her problem fixer. Her Olivia Pope. It’s the one thing that always said, It’s handled.

Now here she was preaching to us about a consistent skincare regimen in the AM and PM.


It wasn’t until Terry shared her selfies on our girls WhatsApp group that I stopped laughing. It wasn’t until we stood next her – and took these selfies – that I reeally stopped laughing: Terry’s skin was youthful and toned, plump. Hydrated. Moistured but not shiny. 

It looked like it had been kissed by the Greek goddess of radiance. 

So we gathered around her feet and said, ‘Forgive us, master. We are ready now. Teach us everything you know.’

She did. 

Terry and I now spend plenty of time before work and before bed squeezing out little portions of expensive skincare products from expensive tubes, we layer them on our face in a calculated measure.

This serum here is for the circles under my eyes and the fine lines around my mouth.

Turns out I’ve been giving away too much of my face: I’ve been looking too hard, laughing too easily.

I’ll have to spend the next year into my 40s with my eyes half shut and laughing little. I'll have a resting bitch face.

Don’t blame me, blame the retinol.

And age.

#craftit #urbanguide #urbangirl
  • I’m Bett. I’m the author of your favourite books about money. I’m hosting an in-person event in March, Inshallah: This is my personal invite to you.

#craftit #moneymaker #moneyinkenya
  • I am hosting my first money event this March, Inhsallah. It’s the first of quarterly events I have planned for the year. 

(Give me a moment here so I pull myself together long enough to write this. I’m smiling very hard right now, ha-ha, I look like a donkey.)


The event will be in-person. On a Saturday morning, a loose three hours which, I am certain, you’d have burned on some other pursuit you couldn’t account for later. (I’d probably be oiling the hinges of a squeaky door or decluttering my sock drawer.)

My guest host for this edition is Lynet Kyalo. 

Lynet is a personal finance coach under her brand @financialfitbit She also hosts @getyourbagrightpodcast 

Buy your tickets from our Market.

Early bird tickets are discounted until the end of this month.

Limited slots available. 

#craftit #millenialmoney #moneyevent #moneymaker
  • Sometimes I sit down and read my own book. 

Odd, huh?

Reading my own stories is like an out-of-body experience. Or getting introduced to myself again. An outward journey inward.

It’s fascinating.

I also read because I need to improve my writing for my next project.

We call them the Elements of Craft: things like sentence structure and punctuation, word placement, story length etc, they all inform your reading experience.

This is what makes the book easy to read, and has you turning the pages.

Cop your autographed copy and #betteryourmoney 

#craftit #howmuch #millenialmoney #moneymaker