Back to me.

I need to return myself back to me. To recover the pieces that I have so generously shared with the world, and in its usual unmerciful self, it gave me nothing in return. Mostly gave me nothing. And since the world abhors vacuums, the emptiness was quickly filled in with tears and anguish. I need

Learning.

I had convinced myself that my life will get way better after my exams. I had put on hold doing anything I enjoy doing till I finish my exams. Till I’m done with those small devils. In simple terms, my happiness would be on hold, till I finished my exams. Then I would be happy.

One day.

I was listening to a friend’s voice note, and it occurred to me. You know one day I’ll have everything I want right now, right? Like the books I want to read this year, the places I want to go to, the people I want to go out with , the activities I want to

From a Sunday to a Monday girl.

Happiness found in laughters that seem to come from an endless spring inside of me. Sadness that is made worse by the breakup of one of my favorite authors in my country. And pictures to forever remind me that life is kind sometimes. Which one goes first? Sundays. Sundays were always intense days for my

You shall live.

You wonder whether the song has a double meaning. Like the book you read today. Or its just the way it is. The way it is. Water is water, but depending on the recipient, it could be a pond, a lake, a river or an ocean. But at least now you can start wondering what

Make sure we get there.

This is to the ones we meet huko in box when I post those posts of how badly i’m doing. Not the encouragements; those ones really help and some people even reach out to help( God bless your souls). No. This one is for those who relate. Those who have been beaten down by life

My blog.

I was in a matatu, when I felt the urge to share an experience here. But I didn’t take out my phone and start writing as I used to last year. I just assumed it.  Which is unlike me. Unlike this space. Unlike what I had in mind when I started this space. Unlike what

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

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

New beginnings.

For the last few weeks my life has been like an African market. Where thousands of tiny little things happen while on the surface it looks cool calm and collected.  On one side everything I had going on right ,crumbled. This has taken months. But I won’t start on the pain, hurt, disappointment and frustration