A little more often.

I’m stuck between choosing who of the two was my favorite. Was it Muthoni Garland or that other guy who performed after her? Whose name I didn’t manage to catch? Muthoni told her story really well. Like really awesomely. You could tell she wasn’t doing this for a living but rather to bring herself alive.

Feel.

You know sometimes, the child in me comes out to play. At times, she squeals in laughter at silly things. Other times, she goes out of her way to do silly things just for her own pleasure. And on most of those remaining times, she comes to grief. Over all those times she didn’t get

Want.

I keep on thinking that some things are kinda taboo to talk about. Not things like sex, but things like certain emotions. Like that heavy article I read in the morning of them breaking up. I feel as if we are okay with feelings of love being aired, or sadness after being jilted by the

Shoe Situation

Once when I met a high school friend for cup of tea, she said something that i’m sure she doesn’t remember, but has stuck with me. We were talking of life after campus and not knowing what next and wanting very different things from what is expected of us. And how being broke sucks. And

Explore

Sometimes the things we want so badly, when they do come to pass, they derail us. I never thought I would ever say i’m a victim of my dreams come true. It sounds illogical. Like how can something you wanted so badly cause you nothing but joy? I got so focused on it that I

The sound of my voice.

Unbridled. That’s the best description to give to the child in me, that is trying to come back. This is one of those situations in which common cliches like; we are our own worst( or is it best) enemies, kinda ring true. I say kinda because when an 18 year old willingly has an affair

Experientially

I’ve been watching some really badly scripted series. Partly due to a bad mood which a series cant cure. But mostly due to some lady whom i can relate to there. Everything seems to go wrong with her life. Everyone seems to fail her. Yet she rises. Someone believed in me today. Just when i

They are us.

Senzenina is playing. In repeat. I have no particular attachment to the song. I just love the beats, the atmosphere it creates. In another time, in another mind set, I would have regarded it as a sad song. I would have related to it from a loss and heart ache point of view. Now, its

It does get better.

Does it get better? I always wondered. This reminds me of that phrase, ‘ its better to laugh on a bicycle than to cry in a range Rover’. And how our generation disputed that. They would rather cry in a range rover. That as much as money isn’t the source of happiness, everyone wants to

Something new, something beautiful.

There are days that I want to forget with every cell in me. Then there are others that I want to put on billboards. Not for anyone’s sake. For mine. For my remembrance. That once in my life, a day like this existed. Today is one of those days. Maybe I should christen them as