Stories, Lessons and Humour.

  Hey there! It's kinda rude to just show after disappearing unannounced. I missed this space, I hope we can move on. Many things have happened and I've decided to talk about one of them. I lost my friend. It was such an excruciating experience to let go of someone who has been there for you, seen you in many phases, moods and seasons. It's sad to say the least. Just in case you're wondering she didn't die, it was I who let her go. You see, life comes to us sometimes with a plate larger than we can consume, offering that there must be no left overs. We all go through gloomy days and because life is moving so fast, we just tend to move on and not heal. Healing is such an integral part of life that we soon forget that there are no replacements to this process. When you refuse to heal, you shove back emotions, thoughts and patterns that are only waiting to be relieved. Moving on is not healing. Until these patterns repeat themselves, we don't see that we're n...

Kariowi..that's what they called her. Intelligent and brave as a kid, always caught spearheading many childhood escapades. The day came, when she alongside the village boys had bullied the young rascals, they had told her Father "she's a woman and acts as though she is not, tame her". Mama Aare had gotten the job to bring her into full blown feminity - to not speak except when spoken to, to not want just anything because of her disabilities - her female organs, to not look into the eyes of men for what slave looked into the eyes of her master, to not run but walk, to not speak but answer in submission. Countless beatings and scourings and she became the photocopy they wanted. She became a shadow, the lights in her eyes dimmed and just as those who went before her she became the perfect actress. Living with mama Aare, who had become too preoccupied with being who the society says a woman is, to be human. Three nights in a week was the roaster, her husband helped hi...