My Quarantine Story






It has been a rough couple of days and I was thinking of what I would write. It then hit me, my quarantine story.
Hey, I know it’s not over yet, but so far there’s a lot to tell. I am not sure it will fit in this blog but stay with me, let’s see where it goes. It’s been 12 weeks three days since I came home.
I remember when I came home after the direction by His Excellency the President gave to close schools, I didn’t think it would last this long. Still, here we are. But its time it ends.

 But until then, A Luta Continua (The struggle continues).

I say A Luta Continua because it has not been a bed rose. This doesn’t disqualify the fact that I have had many happy times in this period. To be honest it’s been a roller coaster. Not a fun I must say. All in all, I have learnt, grown and I am grateful.

I have listened to songs I never thought I would and enjoyed them. I have discovered songs from years back, not so popular but good to the soul. I love authenticity. African songs have a lot of that. I have realized how deep my love for afro-pop is. Songs written in any African language always find their way home.
I have had my productive days as well. I was able to pick up an online course and get certified. I have learnt new skills, one being baking. I am learning another programming language, it’s been great so far apart from the waves of pressure I have had once in a while.

If you are in tech and a big fan of Twitter, you know how people like to share what they’re doing. You will get pressure, feel like you have not been doing anything or, get inspired.
I have had my fair share of both. Days I scroll through Twitter and see what others are doing, get pressured and feel like I am doing nothing. Other days I get inspired and get more psych to work on something. I have learnt one thing though, comparison kills the sense of progress you had. Call me Mahatma Gandhi the II.  

I have watched several movies, danced a lot, sang, painted and started this blog (so proud!)

I started working out, with the help of an app. I have not been doing it of late, I am on a break, and it’s been a month now. I saw this meme and I have been consoling myself that it’s okay to take breaks.


(I have tried doing exercise in the house, I have given up, God doesn't make mistakes)

Not to misdirect you though, don’t miss out on something because it is challenging. 

It’s a wrap!

 Do what makes you happy, learn a new skill, take a break and enjoy yourself.


Wairimu Njoroge


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  1. Unknown6 June 2020 at 04:07

    I totally relate to this. Thank you for keeping us busy

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  2. Unknown6 June 2020 at 06:37

    Took a break too but the break is never ending 😂😂

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    1. YetuStories6 June 2020 at 09:10

      Tell me about it 😂it's so hard to go back

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  3. Unknown6 June 2020 at 07:05

    Proud of you for this blog. Keep it up

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  4. Anonymous6 June 2020 at 07:19

    Mahatma Gandhi II..... Aiiyee growing wiser day by day....

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