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Ah, the good ol’ days when you would gladly wake up to a message from your uni friends asking, “What time do your classes end today? Let’s go to Galleria for ice cream.” You would gladly show up without any second thought of responsibilities waiting for you. But alas, times change, and so do your Read more
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I’m writing this at 11 pm. Not because I’m naturally a night owl, I’m really not, but because I couldn’t bring myself to write during the day. Why? Procrastination, my friend. And honestly, I’m not guilty about it. I’m not ashamed either. Because I’ve realized that this is what big girls do. They procrastinate, not Read more
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I know something about you. And I know you’ll probably deny it. You’ll say I’m reaching, that I’m being dramatic. Well, that I usually am, so you wouldn’t be so far off but just hear me out. I know that you’re mad. Not “I need to be restrained” mad. Not crazy mad (But with how Read more
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If life were an exam, I’d be the kid who studied all night only to flip the paper and find questions from an entirely different subject. That’s what this season feels like; me staring at the test, pen in hand, realizing the only answer I have is: I don’t know. Not what I’m doing, not Read more
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I watched Sarafina at home with my parents. It was just a normal evening, and we played the DVD. My dad and I got hooked on the songs. “Freedom is coming tomorrow!” We’d sing it loudly around the house, half-knowing the words, fully enjoying the rhythm. I remember him telling me it was about South Read more
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Dear God, We thank You for our sanctified leaders. The ones who call for national prayer days right before launching national suffering. We pray for the one who kneels and cries in church so convincingly you’d think he just stepped out of Gethsemane, right before he raises the price of fuel, bread, school fees, and Read more
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Nyinyi mko na mtu? I don’t know about you guys but let me tell you about Mtu Wetu. You’d have loved him. He was the kindest and when he came around, things shifted. There was laughter at the kiosk, sugar in every home. Women and men would go home with full hearts and fuller pockets. Read more
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I feel too much, they say, as if that’s a fault.But how do I silence oceanswhen my heart was made to echo thunder? I don’t just see people; I read them.Past their laughter, past the walls,Into rooms they’ve locked and lost the keys to. Maybe it started when I was small,curled up on the carpet, Read more
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6:35 PM. Somewhere on Waiyaki Way, stuck in the window seat of a SuperMetro that hasn’t moved for 20 minutes. It’s one of those evenings when the traffic feels personal. Like everything is conspiring to keep me here. Of late, everything feels personal. Is this what they call the quarter-life crisis? I don’t know. I Read more
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What were you reminiscing about this afternoon? Maybe you were replaying that awkward ghosting encounter with that one person in 2019, (seriously, 2019 was the year ghosting became a pandemic before the bigger 2020 Covid pandemic), or when it’s finally going to be Friday. As for me? I was having a rather ruler-centric day, thinking Read more
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