One vow I made to myself earlier this year, was that I was going to do things differently. I was not going to go back to certain struggles of consultancy. I had grown, ten years in the game, I know better and should do better. I realised that the general challenge of being a consultant
Becky sat on her bed and stared at the bare walls of her room. It was a bit eerie today, it felt like the walls were showing her what she was inside, plain, bare and extremely empty. She shifted her weight to yank the duvet cover from underneath her, the old steel frame creaked echoing
“Konzooo! Konzooo!!” The persistent jocular call of her husband was haunting Consolata. She was playing it over and over in her head, she hadn’t heard him call her that in almost a month. His absence became more apparent when she didn’t see him a week ago as scheduled. Every 3 weeks Musau would spend the
Dad would have turned 79 years on Sunday. I was trying to imagine what he would have been like now and how our relationship would have grown. I didn’t normally think about it that much, but I know, it sounds like a broken record now, but Mum’s absence just opened up more wounds I thought
For most, January is the longest month of the year, but for me, it has flown superfast. I got super carried away. My brain was ready to be engaged and I pummeled it almost to pumpkin mush. It didn’t help insomnia was my friend. My brain was on overdrive, then finally on Friday my brain just said,
Today is my birthday! Woohoo! Another year, another opportunity to grow and be a better version of myself. I still fight the, “I should have done this by this age” story which occasionally pops up and whispers in my ear from time to time. I can’t allow my age to define me. But as I