Category: Blog
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An Evening at the Fourth Eye Gallery
One thing I love more than events is dressing up for them. Like honestly, is your event really an event if it doesn’t have a theme? Hehe. Last Sunday afternoon, I attended the launch of Boy on the Shore by Mark Wambui. The event, dubbed “An Evening at the Fourth…
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The Messy In-between
There’s a stage in love that most if not all of us have lived through, yet we rarely name it. It isn’t quite dating, it isn’t quite a relationship, and it isn’t quite being single either. It’s that messy, in-between. The space where your heart is already invested, but nothing…
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It’s All In Your Head
Here’s the part of pleasure we don’t talk about enough. It doesn’t start in your body, it starts in your mind. If you’ve ever felt aroused by a look across the room, a saucy text message, or the sound of someone’s voice, then you’ve already experienced how much power the…
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Buy the Vase
I love flowers. I love how they brighten even the dullest room with their kaleidoscope of colors, and they infuse new life into me even when I’m tired. They remind me of softness and of beauty. But, I don’t own a vase. I used to have one. A little blue…
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A Return to Softness: Launching Naivety World
Over the years, I’ve watched how the world treats love. It’s become a game of who cares less, who can hold out longer and who can be more emotionally unavailable. We’re told mystery is more attractive, vulnerability is dangerous, and if we want to be wanted, we have to be…
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It’s Giving… Work in Progress
I hardly realized when I turned 30. It didn’t feel like a big deal. If it wasn’t for the surprise party my colleagues planned, I probably would’ve had a quiet dinner at home, watching my favorite romcom and calling it a night. Then came the inevitable questions: “How does it…
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Naive Girls with Romcom Hearts
I have seen and experienced a huge shift in relationships. I almost thought, after not being in this space for a while, it’d be relatively clear getting back in. But instead, it’s like finally getting a glass of water after being desperately thirsty for too long. I want to drink…
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When Silence Weighs Heavy
Here I am again, alone in the backseat of a rental car. The chauffeur doesn’t spare me a glance. It’s just as well; I’ve had enough of meaningless exchanges today. He pulls up to my building with quiet efficiency, stepping out to open my door. “Will that be all, ma’am?”…
Naivety World 