To have and to hold.

To have and to hold. You know, once upon a time, I wanted to get married. To a man( or a person of the male gender). And get children. Just let that sink in. That there was once upon a time when I had bought into the notion that somehow, I , Mercy Mwende, couldContinue reading “To have and to hold.”


Turning point ( Goodbye 24, welcome 25)

This feels a lot like a handing over program. But to be more precise it feels like a wedding. With the 24 year old me walking down the aisle, and the 25 year old me waiting on the other end. And like the deeply emotional moment it is, I’ve been avoiding this moment. Because thereContinue reading “Turning point ( Goodbye 24, welcome 25)”