Dear daughter, When you were born, I recall trying to ensure that your toys did not prescribe to any gender. I recall always being asked, while shopping for items, ‘is it for a boy or a girl’, and I would sometimes say, it’s just for my baby. Yet, I could not resist those groovy cute … Continue reading Day of the Girl Child: Letter to My Daughter
If, we could draw my heart, It would look like the rugs my grandma made, With leftover pieces of fabric, Stitched together. Some dotted, some stripped, Tie and dye, pastel and luminous. The torn pieces created the beautiful mat. Even if the stitches could not be hidden, And each piece had a story to tell, … Continue reading Heart of Rags
I do not recall who said this, but it is true- that age comes with wisdom and experience (and eventually senior citizen discounts). The wisdom you might not always use, the experience may not always make you act differently in a similar situation, and the senior person discounts- I will think about that later! My … Continue reading The Scanty Diary of a Turning Thirty Year Old
I’m sorry, For the time I hurt you to be true to myself, For the time you hurt me to be true to yourself, And I did not understand, What you had reciprocated. I’m sorry, For the time I said I had forgiven you, But my hot tears burnt like the embers of hell, Which … Continue reading Dear World, I’m Sorry!
I had at some point succumbed to the new age distorted notion of Ego. That it was this thing in need of remodelling because it interfered in everything we did and how we related to the world and people, until I realised that the problem was the exact opposite- most of us just did not … Continue reading How I Undervalued Ego – Until Now
Street Culture does not seem to have a very clear definition when each attaches it to their experience, of what they would perceive to be a city or town of Street Culture. In general, this would mean that there is expression of culture by youth through their creativity. We could also simplify it and say … Continue reading Does Nairobi Have Street Culture?
Not all things are bound by space and time and good intentions.
In a moment of darkness, I am caught in the trap of routine; the disorderliness in my orderliness, and for that moment, I do not belong.In a moment of darkness, colour makes no sense, scents are insipid; I look to the sky and seek escape from this sphere I float on.In a moment of darkness, … Continue reading In a Moment of Darkness
I recently attended a profound and meaningful workshop on holistic trauma healing by the work of Paul Boyle- a wounded healer. I definitely wish to write much more on this but I start here. Trauma comes into our lives in different forms and at different levels of severity. We witness horrific events or are otherwise … Continue reading In the Lives of Wounded Healers
As always, my writing is provoked by a real life incident. A few days ago, a friend said to me that I attracted luck because I was a kind and tolerant person. Kind... tolerant ... me? Those are not the key words I associated myself with. I more so thought of myself as stubborn, too … Continue reading The Logic of Kindness