On the way.

I’m listening to a Marcus Warner ‘song’. If elephants could fly. And its quite fitting, isn’t it? Because right now, i’m that elephant that is flying. Had you told me last week, that a time like now, my heart would be in such peace, such clarity, such a mood, I would have thought you a

Decomposed pain.

I would tell you to think about it then. To allow the pain to sear through you. To sit through the whole process though its as uncomfortable as hell. To waddle through the moment awkwardly. But please, just go through it. Just allow the moment to transform you. To hurt you. For you can get

How do I attack this?

I’ve tried to think of a way of attacking this. How to tackle this matter. How to deconstruct it. From what angle to start dissecting it from. Do I dive in and find my way in the midst of wallowing blindly in there? Or do I put it in a structured way? Do I note

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

God, what about my dreams?

After my graduation, someone I look up to gave me a gift. A book titled Imagine Big by Terri Savalle. When she gave it to me, I was still in this foolish and childish phase of saying that I don’t read motivational books. But I trust her opinion, plus there us no book she has

So help me God.

You walk around in life, thinking you are normal. That though going through ups and downs in life, life is okay. I mean, that’s only normal, right? You get good days and bad days. You have awesome friends that you constantly thank God for. You have a good relationship with God, that you feel so

So Help me God.

We like talking about our successes more than the challenges and difficulties we experience. God knows I love my high points in life. My lows are usually also really bad.  But today I’ll talk about something I’ve struggled with. A blog. And not this one. Courtesy of being here, you know I love writing. Its

Fare thee well Mwende.

  There are bad days. There are good days. And then there is today. When my heart is filled with hope. Of the things to come. I write easily of sad things. Conflicts are easier to explain than what I’m feeling now. But I want to remember this. I want to immortalize it for future