…what I was before fear.

We now have the chance to remember what we were before fear. Someone has said this statement in relation to a discussion on African customs. But it has stuck with me because of how personal it is. I realize that I’ve been living in fear. I got good news 10days ago. And instead of celebrating,

…what I was before fear.

We now have the chance to remember what we were before fear. Someone has said this statement in relation to a discussion on African customs. But it has stuck with me because of how personal it is. I realize that I’ve been living in fear. I got good news 10days ago. And instead of celebrating,

Am I addicted?

This morning I learnt something that has blown my mind away. Its those things that are phrased differently but end up giving us a totally new perspective of something. And regardless of what you do, you can’t pretend to unhear what you’ve just been told. It sticks. It pokes at you. It disturbs you, till

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

Re- creating oneself.

I’m either blessed with the best Facebook timeline or the universe just aligns me to my next steps in the most obvious of ways. Going through my timeline at some seasons in my life, one would be tempted to think that the 30 or so strangers that appear frequently, know each other. For example during

..and watch the me that I create.

I was asked why I don’t hope in something some days ago. And I gave an honest answer. That I’ve tried that before and I didn’t get what I hoped for. I’ve wanted things so badly just to end up scarred so badly. I have believed in people just for them to turn around and

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

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

Matter

Matter. Do you matter? Are you important? Is your existence of any importance? Where do you get your importance from? From who? Or from what?  It doesn’t matter why you are here- what matters is you are here. This statement is the summary of any advice you ever needed. It is the medicine to your

Happiness

Yesterday I wrote a piece on the weird problems I am facing. That i’m nervous when good times approach me. And as usual, I got the typical Kenyan response, ” get over with it”. “Just enjoy being happy”. ” Move on”.  Yet had I posted that i’m undergoing grief, or I just had an abortion,