Category: Blog
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Beneath The Surface
I haven’t written in a while I want to blame work. That would be easy. The early mornings, the late nights, the three roles in one and one too many things happening all at once until the days no longer felt like mine. Work has been heavy, leaving me tired…
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That Friend
I’ve wanted to talk about Nkirote from Nanyuki, at least that’s where I remember she was last living. But I never found ears worth the dump. Not that they weren’t good listeners but I felt burdened, and in most cases when her memories proped up, they came with emotions that…
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Ripped Off by a Ben-10
I sent the fare. It wasn’t a lot of money. It was just enough for someone to get in a car and come see me. He said he was already in the car. He said he was on the way. He let me sit in anticipation of his arrival. And…
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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…