Slightly over 17 years ago I watched my mother force-feed my father as he slowly deteriorated. His mind had given up and his body wasn’t fighting much. In a matter of months, he was gone. Those who exploited him and had run away in his time of need were back singing praises of my father’s
“I want a man,” Muthoni said jokingly as we entered the car. I laughed, Muthoni always says the most random things. “No I am serious Rose, I am not joking, this whole story of chasing a career down a road to nowhere. Imagine I am done!” She wasn’t smiling this time, she was so
I was on my way to the supermarket, when a gentleman passed me with a t- shirt which had a message on it which made me laugh, but it had some truth to it; “Don’t grow up, it’s a trap!” By the time I was 15 years old I thought I had it all figured
I had a series of interviews a few weeks ago. I will share my experience with two of them. When I was called to schedule the interviews I was filled with dread. I have never really liked interviews, they remind me of the uncomfortable conversations I used to have with my dreaded paternal grandmother. Nyar
Yes, it sucks to be hated by the whole school. I know that only forces you to put on a rhinoceros exterior. But don’t lose your kind, loving and considerate self. Because that is who you really are. It’s been a rough patch and it will only get tougher to be honest. The pettiness of
This is the first time in a long time that I have had complete silence. The last two years have been spent with my head buzzing around, thoughts keeping me up, relentless questions in need of answers and life demands constantly barking to be met. My mind has been engaged with worry, self-doubt, endless questioning