On February 19th, 2010, a Friday turned into a confusing mix of slow and fast moments. At 7 pm, the news played, but the next four hours felt like a weird sitcom episode that’s hard to recall. Going through tough times is like figuring out a puzzle without any clues – no one gives you…
NOW! Here!
For the longest time, I believed that suffering was a necessary part of life. I thought it was a test of strength and character, and that enduring trials and tribulations was the only way to prove my worthiness and devotion to my religion. I wore my struggles as a badge of honour, and I prided…
Nairobi: City of Manipulative Clowns
It’s Friday after work, my pal and I decide to look for a place to catch up, curfew is still at 10 pm & clubs are still open. We leave Lavington for Thika rd. A babe joins my friend, since I don’t want to be a third wheeler, I call a babe, who is a…
Nairobi, City of Clowns
I do not know if you are like me, that you love Lady antebellum, that it is/ was your favourite band. Ever heard the song “Need you now”, by lady antebellum? Well, that is the song I will blame my clowning experience. The bridge goes like “ It is a quarter after one, i am…
Not Yet My Time
I started by writing a suicide note. At that moment I was sad and mad, at everything and everyone. I finished writing it, read it, then laughed at myself. What a weakling I was! Who gives up cause life wasn’t making sense and that a man had left me. I then went to buy some…
I Blamed me
Growing up, I did not know that whatever he was doing to me was bad. I thought it was our little secret and that we were just having fun. I remember him telling me that secrets are good things and that everyone around me had a secret, so it was good that he and I…
You are not alone
I curl myself into a ball these days,. As i lay on my bed. I am trying to forget everything i know, especially the pain I’ve learnt to hide with a smile. Today, today was a tough day for me, so was yesterday and the day before that. To be honest, this whole month has…
Hurt me once more
Some days are hard… Days you call him endlessly and he doesn’t pick your call, only for him to call you hours later for a meet up. I’ll call him James, in this case James sounds like a guy I’d fall for… I liked James “read this in the past”. James is everything you’d wish…
Home
If alone was a person, I’d want to be her friend, I’d want to create pet names for her and create a home with her. Some of us were meant to be different, and fighting it only causes those healed wounds to be sore again! Alone is home!
Pro Choice
These are voices of women, so when I read, that someone wants to shut down the only place known to offer affordable pregnancy crisis solutions, I become sad. Aren’t women allowed to make a choice, on what happens to their bodies? Should they be victimized? Should they be forced to motherhood? Should they go look…
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