I am a sad person because sad things happen to me. The tears that I have cried, in the horrible and dark places that I have been, have led me to this moment and time. It feels like, for the first time in my life, I am living. For the first time, no one tells …
I woke up with a knot in my stomach. Nothing is wrong, not at the moment anyway. For some reason, my body decided that the best way to wake me was to start questioning things that aren’t a problem at the moment. My anxiety, I realized, is driven by questions of who I will be …
Some days are good, other days are bad, but some, some are both. I talk about the day I stopped teaching in my book, and I mention that it was also the day that I became a freelancer. I forgot to say that it was also the day that I felt seen by someone who …
Imagine you are outside your favourite supermarket and a street kid walks up to you and asks for money. You have a hundred shillings left from your shopping, and although you want to help, the most you can spare is twenty shillings. So, you look around and see a fruit vendor, and since you need …
If I tell you the number of times in a day, I think my world is falling apart; you wouldn’t believe me. See, I have this thing; people call it overthinking; I say I have it because most times, it feels like an illness; it is a form of mental illness. I cannot stand it …
Riddle me this, does this Overthinking Thing Stop? Read More »
“I’ll knock, you’ll talk.” I smiled as I continued marking the form three composition books. This statement was too familiar, and it took me back to my high school days. The staffroom is a lot of things to different people, but it is the place where things can accelerate too fast to students. Whether you …
I think about death a lot. It doesn’t scare me; it annoys me. I hate that it comes unannounced, that it takes people without discrimination on gender, age, sexuality, and whatever other thing people use to define themselves. It angers me because it has no consideration for the person it takes or those it leaves …
“Maybe if I said it in English, it would be easier.” That’s what I was telling myself on the walk home from school. The previous two days had been hectic, and I was tired of suffering, but I was afraid of the conversation that would get me out of the rut that I was in. …