To see love for what it is..

Loving you is a like taking a knife and stabbing myself with it. There is a tingling feeling that comes with it. A sourness like taking too many tamarinds. The kind of taste that leaves the mouth craving for more and more. Its not sweet. But whatever it is, is addictive. Its looking into your

Ask for help

The first time my friend broached the topic of therapy, I thought it too far fetched. In my head, only people who have gone through very traumatic events go for therapy. And I wasn’t one of them.  The second time she did, I kinda thought about it for a while. Not because therapy had stopped

Its over.

Has the universe ever played a number on you? Like took you on a ride and while you were screaming your lungs out of excitement it dropped you in the ocean without a life jacket? Well, that’s how it feels right now.  I’m single again. After a month and a half of not being single. 

I love you.

Hello Mercy. How are you doing? Okay, let me answer that.  You are very beautiful, just as you are. No need to slim down first or get a flat tummy( okay maybe for healthy reasons only) but you look amazing. Like really amazing. I can’t stop looking at pictures of you. Its like the world

….you will write about these times.

One day you will write about these times. And the introduction will be like the most famous book introduction of our times. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the most beautiful of times, it was also the worst of times. It was the richest time of your

STREET PREACHER

She always saw them everywhere, in the matatu, around archives and the markets. Sometimes with a microphone, other times with really worn out bibles. After listening to them for over a hundred times, she has learnt the art of switching off when they speak. Except one or two times when they actually deliver a message