Local TV dramas fans fell in love with Shiru for her crazy role in Auntie boss. She, however, disappointed many followers of the TV drama after she made a quit.
Shiro, whose real name is Nice Wanjeri, revealed why her mother named her, Nice, as she celebrated her birthday.
Through her Instagram account, she said; “At Kijabe Hospital, a child was born. “Oooh my its a girl. What should we call her? ” The doc asked. My mum replied “Good Wanjeri .”
Doc said “Wow! Nice name …”. Mum thought Nice is better… And that’s how I was named.
I asked her when I was in form four why Nice, and she told me a name defines you, and she wanted me to live according to my name.
She wanted to remember every good thing she experienced when she got me.
Today marks the day I was born. I have been happy, cried, sad, depressed at some point but I thank God for this far, I am stronger, wiser, and happier… It’s not by my power…
This year I ask God to order my steps, that HE will bless me with everything Nice according to HIS will. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. Presents are accepted.”
Sadly, after Shiru rose to fame, her marriage broke. Addressing the issue, she said;
“It is true we broke up, just like he said. Every marriage has its teething problems. Every partner in a relationship has a side to him or her that causes friction in the union.
I do not want to say [we broke up] as a result of me challenging his position as a man in the union.
I won’t say much because you never know what happens in the lives of people who share a blanket together; so much goes on between them.
I say when someone disrespects you today, tomorrow and the day thereafter, and he is not showing any signs of changing for the better, you would, of course, get tired of his or her disrespectful habits. And, you realize his disrespectful habits, when you mature mentally.
Every relationship has its fair share of fights. In my marriage, deep problems began to manifest after seven years. At the start of our relationship, life was quite unbearable because of the financial troubles, we were going through.
We, however, managed to make ends meet. I would look for little money, he would also look for money on his end, and in the evening, we would put on the table what we have.
I met him at the Kenya National Theatre. He was 1-year-old there when I was joining the arts center. We had similar social and, maybe, emotional backgrounds.
By the time our relationship was clocking seven years, I realized a lot around my life was growing; there was a child calling me mum, and him, dad.
When we were seven years old in the relationship, money began flowing in; for him and I. It was at that point that I started noticing serious elements of disrespect in him.
Of course, there were pockets of disrespect before, but after crossing the 7-year line, the degree of disrespect in him ballooned. I felt it was getting worse by the day, and I could feel it was weighing me down.”