Hello lovely people,

First of all, allow me to wish you a happy new year and decade! May this year and decade be the time where you find yourself, love yourself, heal, grow and glow. Remember to stay hydrated, forgive yourself every single day and mind your business(or not).

Secondly, its been long since I last posted anything on here and here I am with good news! I am launching a new mini-series on this platform as well as all my social media accounts!

Thank you

Love and light

Yours truly

To the one!

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so this article is entitled “To the one…”. yes, the one! that one I almost loved too much, the one who didn’t stick around for long enough for me to realize that he actually was there! today I’m kissing and telling for once. and I hope that someday it gets to you.

When I met you that night, you seemed to be pretty much everything I had been praying for all these centuries of a lonesome life. we had so much in common that I was left wondering whether it was you reading my mind or the alcohol that was playing tricks on my mind and it wasn’t either, because I still remember clearly that night somewhere in 2018 probably September or October. I had been talking to someone else I had just met who seemed ready to pounce on me and kiss me, he took my number  and when he asked me if he could call me I told him that my phone was off just like I always do when I don’t really want to talk to someone in particular. the only thing I don’t remember about that night is the point at which you started talking to me, i didn’t talk much but I listened t you as you told me about you, everything you loved and what you didn’t and me as if I was on a little cloud I felt drawn in to you. I couldn’t believe how much we had in common. we exchanged numbers and I promised to talk to you. when I left, the other guy I had met hugged me real tight but when it came to you, you just held out your hand and said goodbye! as I went home that morning, I reminisced about our conversation especially about how you seemed to pay attention to the things I was saying even though I can’t be sure whether I was making much sense…

We talked and talked and talked some more and at some point, we clicked and the next time we met, you asked me if you could talk to me outside… I followed you outside and we talked a little bit and you asked me if you could kiss me when I nodded you leaned in and kissed me ever so slowly. something I had never done before but that I surely liked a lot. I was left wondering whether it was my first time being kissed or the first time that I was being kissed the right way. there and then without any other words exchanged, we became an item and a few months later we were no longer one. you kissed so smoothly that I was left seeking for more. I couldn’t understand how one could ask for something and not take it, because to me Kissing meant sloppy and too wet Kisses where I would almost have my entire face swallowed, kisses filled with lust and want mostly… but this time around it was different.

This is not a sad story, this is not a cheezy story, in fact, this is no story at all. this is simply a thank you to the one who showed me in the littlest time what love should and shouldn’t be. that love isn’t just the texts and the calls. that love is to give and to receive or simply an Aller-Retour where whatever you send out comes back to you in one way or another. you showed me what I wanted in life and love and especially what I didn’t want. you showed/taught me that I should not settle for less than I deserve and for that, I will be forever grateful…

I think I will stop here, I don’t want to get cheezy because I promised this isn’t a cheezy story and I can feel someone next to me is cutting some Onions…

ps: Thank you for not caring too much!

Thank you for letting go when I couldn’t!

Thank you for showing me that love doesn’t necessarily mean lust!

Thank you for your existence, simply!

I wish you all the best…

Love and Light!



what will save you, SY?(a little something for Syria)

syysI see you ,Sy. I see your sufferings. I see your children. I see your people. And I wonder, what can really save you?

This has been going on for so long and none of the things we call our own can really save you?

What will, SY? I watch you over the news and the social media is so full of it. But then at most times we tend to think that things we see on social media are not always true. But Sy, I know you. I know what you are going through.

Dear sy, I am so sorry that not a single religion is going to save you. Not your own religion dear, not mine and not theirs. In a world where everything has become meaningless and everyone claims to know and have the truth. There is nothing left except, super powers and their unholy motives. How shall we proceed? To save you? Will we keep quiet like most are doing? Or shall we just turn a blind eye on this and pretend nothing Is happening in this world we call our own.

I’m so sorry Sy for your babies killed everyday. For you girls who are killed mercilessly .

Nothing in this world will save you and your own SY. Cause with everyday that passes a little bit of humanity is lost from the world. Those who could save you have lost it all. Not a single ounce of humanity remains.

I promise you tonight as I finish writing this, I will get on my knees and ask the good Lord to restore the humanity in His people so that they can reach out to you and save you from the abyss and i will pray that somebody elsewhere is praying for you, SY.

Life and Dreams

Songs are sung on top of tombs
Like scripture read in a blind man’s room
Like playing hide and seek on Stevie Wonder’s rules
Broken toes,fractured souls and mama’s boys
Life is like the Minimoys Small,weird but still awesome.
Dreams are dreamt in IKEA furnished rooms
Like a path not revealed to all
Like a raging sea that not all can cross
Dreams are like water Colourless and dangerous…


Another two ordinary words out of the dictionary…
Mentioned many times by people…
Not a big deal to them…
I will wake up tomorrow…
I will get what I want…
I will fall in love…
And so much more…
To will is a verb in itself that very few really do understand…But well lucky enough I’m part of that small group…
To me I will is a strong one…the strongest combination of two words I’ve ever come across;
Quite complex but very very meaningful.
You ask whether you could use it in the past tense or the future… But one thing is for sure it is better to use it in the present… Because today is just a present still wrapped up for us to discover when we open our eyes in the morning, tomorrow is never granted and neither do we know anything about it and yesterday is just gone… If you ask me…

I will to be happy.
I will to make a change.
I will to chase my dreams.
I will to follow the teachings of My Saviour.
I will to give up on all those things that do not add any value to who I am.
I will to learn.
I will to read.
I will to reach out to those less fortunate.
I will to share knowledge.
I will to put a smile on someone’s face.
I will to make my Mama proud.
I will to leave an impact.
I will to be remembered.
I will to write…and so on

How powerful such a combination of two words could ever be…best when used in the present tense…meaningless when used in the past and future tenses…
Well the point is; that combination is the only strength that we need in order to get what we need…
The power of “I will” if we believe in it strongly, will takes us far…
It will make us stand up for what we believe in, give us the courage and endurance necessary to carry out our wildest dreams, and most especially give us the wings that we need in order to soar to great heights…

Just “will” today.Do not wait for tomorrow you might not be there.Do not look to the past it is long gone…
Keep your focus on today and reach out for that thing you want so badly.

You just need to Will and that will within you will make you achieve what you want.





tama-21238791975.jpg its okay to love yourself so hard that others learn how to love you through you

you leave

 but you don’t stay gone

why do you do that

why do you

abandon that thing you want to keep

why do you linger

 in a place, you don’t want to stay

why do you think its okay to do both

go and return all at once

-Rupi Kaur


I guess poetry is all that keeps me alive at this point in my life. I seek solace to be lost and never found in the words of people I have never met but we relate. It is like we shared experiences in another life.

I really don’t know how to put this…I said that he made more than I was: more alive, more aware, passionate, and calm. I loved him so much, and all you can do for those you love is…

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why i hate school but absolutely love education?

until a few years ago i didn’t know that education and school were almost different, i say almost because schooling is a small part of education. i had always thought that education only limited in school. during my entire life i had been pushed to excel in school and absolutely be the best and this i did try but at some point i did feel like i had failed completely. i started feeling like a total failure only because i had repeated a class and felt that there wasn’t much i could do with such meager grades. it was like i had just disappointed everyone who ever saw  me as an example. i got to learn the hard way that not everything can be learned in school and that a few bad grades were not going to define who i was to become in the future.

basically, we’ve been studying the same way since school was invented with very minor changes,thanks to technology. it’s always been a teacher at the front and learners properly groomed almost looking like angels(yeah, right?) listening quietly to material provided by the teacher.70% of this is totally useless in real life and only 30% is what we really need. now with technology advancement, this system has improved just a little bit but nothing that we should really be proud of because people finish school and there is basically nothing much they can do on their own.

right now i am a freshman at a christian University and it is like i have never left high school.  there are so many units that should be made optional but these are heavily imposed on us as if our lives depended on them. but we really have to take them or else we won’t be able to graduate at the end of our course. whether you want to be a pastor, a software engineer, a teacher or a business person, you must all go through the same process; too much unnecessary work and very little amount of practical work which i do believe must be more than the notes and such.

what school does, is that it makes everyone groomed in a particular way and the learners made to think in a given way. every now and then, we are told to just explore our limitless boundaries and think outside the box. we have been, and this for centuries, confined in a very tiny box where we are fed with something we might not need…


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Vert Berry

Malkia was enjoying her afternoon siesta before her boss just entered the office from nowhere.She received the lashing of her life and resumed to her normal work, typing at the office.The boss was always hard on her and her co-workers but they were all used to it and laughed at times after he displayed his tantrums and patiently waited for their salaries at the end of the month.

The boss, Mr. Mwajuma was always bothersome, a total choleric to the core.He almost picked on anyone and everyone but he liked to pick on Malkia in particular.He would lash and afterwards comment “especially you Malkia’ and every time the workers were lashed at and they were going home in the favorite ‘ matatus'(public means of transport in Kenya) they would just say their favorite phrase “especially you Malkia” and laughed at it.At least it made them feel better after a long…

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