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Spoil the child, spare the rod.
I would love to dance around the idea that I never bothered my parents during my adolescent years, or ever in my life. But who am I kidding? They might have a different version about that, which I highly doubt. Wait, they might tell you of that one time they sat me on the edge of their bed and lectured me about boys. I was in form 3. Sweet sixteen and showing breasts. Breasts I couldn’t hide anymore underneath my oversized sweaters. I still can’t recall why I was embarrassed of my body growing into curves. I developed a different walking style, bent forward kind of, and I was afraid…
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Who calls who and who meets who nowadays?
The other day I ranted a bit on how we have become social media addicts. This whole technology platform has replaced so many physical contacts. It is slowly killing the need of people meeting as often as needed (if it already hasn’t) , people having a great time together and neither being on their phones while at it. Hell! it has reduced the amount of human touch we have with each other. Like hugs and cuddles. You might think huh! who wants to hug and cuddle? I tell you, we need that a lot than we know. We literally take our godforsaken phones just about anywhere. Someone will spend even…
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You left and were forgotten.
I recently wrote an article by the title Unloved, which I hope triggered someone somewhere to reset their line of thought and believe they deserve love and that they are loved. Hope you already checked that out. I‘m back here for those who have ever packed their bags or even none, but made the decision to leave home for reasons best known to them or certain circumstances made them to just leave. Found themselves in a far away town or country and by Gods grace they settled. Kind of. We can call them diasporas or run away kings and queens. I know that doesn’t fit so well. But isn’t almost…
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Unloved
There is a particular kind of people who whine uncontrollably of how unloved they are. I mean, we are all human and very needy humans at times. We all want to be seen, noticed, taken seriously, cared for, pampered, mention it, in ways we sometimes don’t even know how. And in wanting to receive what we crave for so badly, we will most times try to manipulate the ones in our lives to get it. I completely sympathize with people who received close to no love while growing up. Because I know it has affected certain aspects of their lives in ways only they can comprehend. Those that walked through…
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Family feud
Who is tired of family feud as I am? Do you some times wish things would be different? Can we break this cycle and fully love each other with our perfect imperfections. Please.
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Common denominator?You!
You might be asking every so often why certain things happen to you. And it might feel as if the universe conspires against you and leads you to that shit hole you keep finding yourself in. But do you actually realize that often than not, you are the only person who can keep putting yourself in the same situation you keep finding yourself into? And instead of always rushing to put the blame on someone else or something else, can you also take a sit and search within yourself and your doings, and I’m convinced you will find what you won’t like. That part you play. The bitter pill to…
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How I was introduced to my stepmom and more.
(Back in the day ☺️) Mommy, as we always called her had suggested where my dad would find a helper. She wanted her husband to be happy even in her absence. She wanted us her kids to be surrounded by love and for some reason she was convinced we would be loved. Unfortunately I can’t place the exact unfolding of events perfectly or chronologically after my mums demise. But I remember from the place my mommy had suggested we get a helper we did get one. Her name was Grace. Yes what are the odds. My first name is Grace. Grace was a beautiful short dark skinned girl maybe in…
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Uncertainty of freedom (2)
Tick Tock Tick Tock Time’s still ticking. You decide to take up on a language course. You catch up so fast and is among the best in class. Along the way someone sells you the idea of going abroad. To Germany of course since you are studying German. You have mastered the language enough to borrow water but you never ever thought Germany was the place for you. USA was always your dream destination. You have family that always psyched you up to finish school and they would get you to the States. Done with school and none of them remembers how they gassed you up. They don’t even have…
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Uncertainty of freedom(1)
It is shortly after Highschool that you have left home to go live in the wild city of dreams. Nairobi. You term that as freedom. I mean, not having to live everyday under the same roof with your parents and younger siblings at 18 years old, and not having “anything” to do really, no obligation to read or study for whatsoever reason, no homework or examinations to worry about. Nothing. All you feel you need to do is live, whatever that means. That period after Highschool while waiting for your results is every emotion. You have the sense of being an adult. You remember you wanted to grow so fast…
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Live for you! Don’t forget yourself in the name of sacrifices. 😘
For the longest time in my life I lived for other people. I lived to see others happy to the expense of my own happiness. I lived to make others proud of me and wallow in their validation. I did things for others. There wasn’t a journey I started for me. It was always for someone, family or friends. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a culture where everyone points out the responsibility you have over the others, and you are rarely told to do one or two things for you. Yourself. Society hands you the cross and you drag it along for so long you keep tripping and…
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