Naishi, Natumaini, Najitolea daima Kenya, Hakika ya bendera Ni uthabiti wangu Nyeusi ya wananchi na nyekundu ni ya damu Kijani ni ya ardhi, nyeupe ya amani Daima mimi mkenya Mwananchi mzalendo Listening to this song makes me break. My eyes drip with tears. My walls, the walls that I consciously portray to be so high, […]Read More The bleeding rose
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By Sharon Kerubo It’s not everyday that you come across beautiful souls that have managed to remain beautiful despite all the ugly they have been through. In the recent past I got the privilege of visiting a children’s remand some where in Nairobi. Where I honestly got a…
So many at times… we are classified by errors we made yesterday. We are made to walk with a cross on our backs, to cross bridges we tore down. So many at times, we sit and ponder about things which do not improve our lives. Probably because most of us haven’t found our worth. A story […]Read More What’s your worth?
Photo Courtesy of: http://www.walterastrada.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/Post-Electoral-Violence-in-Kenya-009.jpg Sweat drenches my skin, giving me a throbbing headache, resulting in my red sunken eyes. My lips tremble and I clench my hand into a fist, so hard that my nails dig into my palm. My vitals spiked, I cannot control my breathing and I can feel my heart racing faster […]Read More Let’s not go back.
We all have those terrible days. Those days when you start questioning your worth. Those days that you may question your existence. Those days that you are hurt that you don’t want to come out of your bed and its okay, its okay. It’s okay to hurt. You may be going through a tough time, It […]Read More Embrace Darkness
“Kikulacho ki nguoni mwako.” This is a kiswahili proverb that most of us grew up knowing. Thinking in retrospect, this has got to be true, because only a person you love can be your true assassin. Only one who you have let into your heart can hurt you to the deepest core, make you feel […]Read More Heartbreaker 💔
It was probably 8yrs ago when my first love, my first crush and the first man i ever had a relationship with took me out on a coffee date. It was at “The Mug” on Kaunda street… I remember having adrenaline charged happiness… There i was…on my first official date. Just me and him, nobody […]Read More Strong Cup of Coffee☕
Her countenance is mixed with ribbons of worry and fear, she looks at her husband who looks broken, crushed and in distress. With tears in her eyes she sits looking at her daughter get tested. The doctor comes out of the procedure room, his dark eyes having a look in them, an intently discouraging look, […]Read More We need to care
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It feels draining… Almost depressing.? Two months of not writing has made me feel down. Low…? (I’m now remembering Reclaim‘s Bundi singing Low Down the Chariot )? Back to basics.? It’s unexplainable.? Yes, Dad told me not to quit writing.? Mum has always dreamt of me being like Yusuf Dawood,…
I was awoken by creeks from my wooden floor, a disturbing screeching sound and flickering lights. I looked around and found non human foot prints leading to the backyard. I stepped onto the smooth expanse of grass, the spongy blades collapsing beneath my feet. Clusters of scarlet roses and violet delphiniums pushed up from the […]Read More Light your world 😇