Gikonyo Leah

Six weeks of anchoring to Proverbs 16:3. Here’s my honest check in imperfect, humbled, still choosing God. 🙏🏾 Six weeks ago I chose Proverbs 16:3 as my anchor verse for 2026. I didn’t fully know then how much I would need it. How often I would come back to it not as a closing line but as a question I’m still answering. 🌿 Commit to the Lord whatever you do and He will establish your plans. Am I…

The unfamiliar feeling of becoming someone you’ve never been before. Here’s what’s scary about who I’m becoming and why I’m choosing her anyway. I’ve been thinking about fear differently lately. Not fear as in terror. Fear as in the unfamiliar feeling of becoming someone you’ve never been before and not fully knowing how to be her yet. That’s the fear that’s been sitting with me. Because I’m…

One month of consistent blogging done. Here’s what actually changed not the numbers, the internal shift. And why I’m proud even when it was messy. 🌿 We did it. I say we because honestly this content calendar has been a whole journey and I didn’t always know if I was going to make it to the other side of it. There were weeks where data ran out. Weeks where life took me completely out. Weeks…

I keep saying life is what you make it lately. It’s become my thing. My current season’s phrase. But I want to be honest about what I actually mean when I say it because it’s not a motivational poster. It’s not toxic positivity. It’s something harder and realer than that. 🌿 What I mean is this: you have to keep moving. Someone said once that action alleviates anxiety. And I’ve been sitting with…

I picked up You Become What You Think by Shubham Singh recently and I’m only 14% in and it’s already doing something to me. 📖 That percentage sounds small. But some books don’t need to be finished to start working on you. Some books find you at exactly the right moment and the first few chapters are enough to sit with for days. This one landed on a chapter called Life’s Only Constant Is Change.…

Let me tell you what building online in Kenya actually costs. Not the motivational version. The real one. 🌿 This week the real cost was data. Again. It’s always data. You have a content calendar, you have the posts written, you have the energy to show up and then your data runs out and suddenly the whole plan is sitting in your drafts waiting for bundles you haven’t figured out how to pay for…

Yesterday afternoon my daughter fell off her bike. We were heading to shop with my cousin and her son from her place Milana on her bike, me walking alongside, on our way to get some matumbo for lunch. (If you’re not familiar, matumbo is a Kenyan delicacy we eat with ugali and sukuma wiki. Absolutely delish. 😋) She wobbled, lost balance, and went down on the street. And before I even thought…

I almost said yes to a job that would have cost me more than it paid. This week I found myself deep in a conversation about a job listing a marketing internship at a resort. On paper it touched my actual skill set. Social media, content strategy, the things I’ve spent years building. So part of me lit up. Maybe this is it. Then came the details. The location. The commute. The pay or lack of it,…

I launched my first digital product this week. 🌿 It’s called the 30 Day Biashara Content Starter Pack 30 content ideas for Kenyan small business owners who don’t know what to post. I built it, designed it, uploaded it to Selar, set the price, and pressed publish. And then I waited. And the silence after that? That’s where I’m sitting right now. That inbetween space where you’ve done the work…

I want to talk about what “one day at a time” actually looked like this week. Because it wasn’t cute. It wasn’t aesthetic. It was me standing in my kitchen calling another mum asking should we take them to school today or is it going to be another one of those days? 😳 If you’re in Kenya right now you know exactly what I mean. The Maandamano. The fuel prices. The streets. The Utumishi Girls High…

My period is in 2 days and my body has been sending me memos all week. 📩 Not asking. Sending. Very firmly. The memo says: slow down. clean the house. get the environment right. rest is coming and you need to prepare for it. And the version of me from a year ago would have ignored every single one of those memos and pushed through on coffee and willpower and the general chaos of life. The 2026…

The Honest One: What Pitching Actually Feels Like

Let me tell you what pitching online actually feels like from the inside because it does not always look like the confident thing you see on the feed #BuildingInPublic #IntentionalGrowth #RealEntrepreneurshipJourney #OnlineStrategy #BluConsultancyKenya

What 4AM – 5:25 AM-Ish Has Been Teaching Me And It’s Not What You Think | Gikonyo Leah I want to be honest about 4AM because I feel like the internet has made it into an aesthetic and it’s really not. 😅 4AM – 5:25 AM-Ish for me starts with resistance. Every single morning. My body doesn’t leap out of bed full of purpose and alignment. My body says why are we doing this again and pulls toward…

I Finished “How To Be A Female Player” & It Stayed With Me Longer Than I Expected | Gikonyo Leah Okay. I finished a book and I need to talk about it. 😅 How To Be A Female Player: The Fundamentals by Butta Fly Jonez. 17 pages. Literally 17 pages. And it took up residence in my brain for days after I closed it. I want to be upfront this is not a book I’d hand to everyone. Some of it I agreed…

What I’m Actually Building & Why It Feels Messy And Intentional At The Same Time | Gikonyo Leah I want to talk about Blu.ke today. Not the elevator pitch version. The real version. The version I think about at 4AM – 5:25 AM when everything is quiet and honest. Blu.ke right now feels like something I’m building from the inside out. 🌿 It’s not just a brand. It’s not just a business. It feels…

I want to tell you something honest about my anchor verse. I didn’t find it in church. I didn’t find it in a devotional. I found it at the end of 2025 when I sat down with an AI, planning for 2026, and I asked to give me a verse I can walk into this year with. Because if I’m being real, every new year scares me a little. The curiosity of it. The unknown of it. Another year under the sun what…

I went back and read every post I wrote in 2018. And I sat there for a long time afterwards. Not cringing. Not laughing. Just feeling something quiet and heavy and tender all at once. I started this blog in March 2018. I was 20 years old, in school, working, in a relationship I thought was my whole world, trying to figure out YouTube, calling my little community the Slay Love Gang 💕 and…