Here’s my short note. #MeTooRead More No One Asks For It.
There’s a speech people normally give/write before, during or after their birthdays. This is the one. After. Birthdays used to be a time to live and laugh with family and friends. The only thing that overwhelmed you was the love and awkward hugs. Now at a time as this, birthdays are the days when the […]Read More I’m Still 20-something Years Old!
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Hola Amigos! Easter is here! It is at such a time as this when we also take the moment as a dance ministry to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus through energetic movement! I must add that this is a great opportunity and always an honour to be part of something bigger…
It’s weird. I try to be low key Keep my new excitements at bay But it doesn’t make any sense either Because, isn’t he better off?! But we are not. I am not. It’s bitter sweet. But mostly bitter. In this course of life since Tuesday, I find myself thinking, What he would do/think in […]Read More Bittersweet
I knew that he was dealing with things greater than he fathomed, so last year I purposed to lose the Internet and be more present in person. It was a super disturbing feeling that wouldn’t let me rest. Friendship must make count in more ways than one, no? I remember going to visit him the […]Read More Mine, of Nev.
Well, i am a little tooooo late for #NationalPoetryDay but i still couldn’t let this one pass. This here is a completely cool friend of mine who decides to beautifully pen a brief poem. Once upon a time he published them on the world wide web, but not anymore. Apparently he grew up. Hahaha. I […]Read More Guest Post: Thoughts of Sunshine
Maybe one day, very soon, i will share a bigger story, but today, this is my short one; I grew up in a peri-urban environment. Every adult,including mine, was on a quest for survival. Every child, including myself, was looking up to the adult, hoping for a better childhood. A better life. It didn’t turn […]Read More My little friends in Kibuli – #Dream4040
“To Mob the guilty and Mop the blood of the innocent.”Read More Just-ice cold hearts?
Long story short, it was December 2015 when Bridget finally flew to Oman…Read More Ghost relatives in the Middle East.
On many days, I have repeated myself; told you the same story, the same words over and over again like you never heard them before because I just really wanted to keep talking to you. On other days, I have exploded inside with those words, pretended to tell myself my own stories because I was […]Read More Trivia.