Category: Blog
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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?”…
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Make Me Your Villain
This morning, on my way to work, I had one of those all too familiar experiences that make you wonder what’s wrong with some people. I was walking towards a matatu when I noticed a man watching me. From the corner of my eye, I saw him straighten up from…
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Time doesn’t heal all wounds
Time doesn’t heal all wounds It just teaches us to carry them differently In the hunch of your shoulders The weight of your sighs The way your laughter Never quite reaches your eyes You become a master of disguise Pretending the ache is gone That the scar doesn’t throb Because…
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When Friendship Fades
“Hey, it’s been a while.” That’s where it all begins, the while. The while that creates space, the while that turns into months, then years, and eventually leaves a gap wide enough for misunderstandings, assumptions, and unspoken expectations. It’s the while that turns friends into strangers. Maybe not all, but…
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Figure-outable
So many things have happened within the last two months. I don’t even know where to start. No, I’m not in love yet, but I am dating. But the most exciting thing has been the almost completion of my poetry book and the shooting of my first film. Honestly, I’ve…
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Unfiltered
I stood in front of my mirror today Looking at my naked form The curves, the dips The spots, the stripes Laid bare on miles of skin I traced the scars and marks With curious fingers and eyes No clothes to hide No masks to wear Just raw, unfiltered me…
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Scars of our Past
Have you ever heard a song that completely tugs your heart, tearing at your soul? A song that reminds you of all the battles you’ve fought, and though you’ve won some, the scar feels so painfully fresh? Music has this uncanny ability of taking us back to moments we thought…
