Zziah Explores

13/01/2026

Ushuhuda Wangu Ninautoa, Because what a Beautiful Story God Has Written, because what Storms He Has Guided us Safely Through...

12/01/2026

Mungu Wetu Anapenda Watu Wake Wote… ( finish the lyrics ) Msanii Music Group over the years Has Confirmed The music we grew up with will always have a special place in our hearts.. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

09/01/2026

09/01/2026

Mnawakumbuka Hawa 🤣🤭 It was Lovely Seeing My People After A long Time.. 🤭

07/01/2026

In Motion

LUWI Boutique hooked me up with this fine Suit!

06/01/2026

When it's your turn,
even baskets will hold water for you 🫢😃

04/01/2026

Actually, Expect Good Things
Expect magic ✨
Expect the greatest unfolding for you
Expect positivily to meet you everywhere 🫶🏻🤎

01/01/2026

Bismillah🤎🫶🏻

31/12/2025

Notice the Hands raised In worship, the very Loud Very Uncultured screams from Me and My Little One😂😂

Yeah, that Right There Is Gratitude because what an Amazing Way to Begin 2026!!! 🤲🏼
Na Juu Hii Gratitude yote sio Yenu, Let Me Go Give it to the Rightful Owner 🙌🏼

Nyinyi chukueni Salamu🙂😅

Happy New Year 2026 Again 😆

29/12/2025

This Brown and Animal Print Combo is giving
A soft woman. A happy woman. A secure woman
A peaceful woman. A feminine woman.
A nurturing woman. A flourishing woman. I am Woman🫶🏻🤎

28/12/2025

On an evening phone call checking in with my dearest mom the other day, she shared the most shocking news:
the passing of my childhood friend and neighbor, Evans Komen or as we fondly called them, Kongasis
For a little over ten minutes, I couldn’t say anything
except No. Just no.

Growing up in Kapsowar, Marakwet, the Kongasis family was a pivot in our community.
The first supermarket -Kongasis.
The first petrol station - Kongasis.
Even when we were building the Kapsowar SDA Church, they were our partners in transporting materials to the site
largely thanks to the now late Mzee Kongasis and Evans.

But our connection went far beyond community landmarks.

Between the Kongasis home and the KapKore home stood a wooden fence.
I assure you - it never separated us. 🤣
We climbed over it freely, straight into the pile of sand in their compound,
against our better judgment
because Mama Albina had whooped us several times for it! 🤣🤣

Evans, the eldest boy, took his role as protector very seriously.
You wouldn’t wrong his sisters
I tell you, you would not dare with him around.
As their neighbor, I benefited from that protection more than once, especially in school.

But beneath that tough exterior was a soft-hearted, kind gentleman.
Even into adulthood, Evans would never pass without stopping to say hello, without checking in.
His business mind, clearly inherited from his father, was brilliant.

While the rest of us were studying math in school, calculating big numbers in hypotheticals,
Evans and his sister Vivianne were running their parents’ business - and running it well.
They learned responsibility so young, and it was inspiring to witness.

When my family later moved, coincidentally, we became neighbors again.
And as my mom said to me on that phone call:
“We pray to be neighbors again in Heaven - In shaa Allah. Clearly, it’s meant to be.”
To that, I say Amin.

This is a goodbye to a brother, a friend, a neighbor in this world
and what a painful goodbye it is.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’oon.

Mutyo Mising Kap Kongasis,
Mutyo Albina,
Mutyo Vivianne and all the sisters,
Mutyo Jonah and all the brothers

May God strengthen your hearts in this painful time,
and fill you with a hope that will see you reunited with Evans and Mzee on that beautiful morning.
In shaa Allah.

Tunawapenda.
Tunawaombea.
Tuko pamoja.

Rest, Evans.
Rest.