Bleeding Words

I’ve written them not because I couldn’t say them, But because I was afraid to say it all. I wrote them because I was afraid no one would believe the words coming out of my mouth. I wrote the sorrows of my heart in black and white. I wore a plastic smile that I couldContinue reading “Bleeding Words”

Mama’s Hands

Mama’s hands Held me up in prayer. Mama’s hands moved mountains and opened doors for me. Mama’s hands changed my dirty clothes and washed them clean. Mama’s hands served me every meal, day and night.Mama’s hands cautioned me. Pushed towards my fears and shielded me against the flaming arrows. Mama’s hands dispensed her love, aContinue reading “Mama’s Hands”

The Art of The Mask

Wear it so well and nobody will know the lies that hide behind your smile.Cover the bruises with some make up, nobody has time to hear your sob story.Tell everyone you’re fine. You will start to believe it, eventually. Now that you have worn your mask, do not take it off. For when they seeContinue reading “The Art of The Mask”

AMBUYA (GRANDMA)

Ndakusowa.Ndikufuna kukuwonaninso. Ndikufuna kukhalanso m’manja mwanukumva kutentha kwa kukumbatira kwanu. Ndakusowa kwambiri, Ambuya. Grandma’s hugs have always been the warmest. Her laugh, is the most cheerful I’ve ever heard. Her hands, though small, hold up an entire family. Her love waters each until it was rooted steadily and even then, she does not stop. AContinue reading “AMBUYA (GRANDMA)”

BREATHE

Hey love, Breathe with me. Inhale the good, Exhale the bad. Good… You’re doing great. Now let’s try that again. This time, feel the air shift through your lungs, connect yourself to your environment. Now feel the gentle touch of light on your skin. Hold it. Now, LET GO. Let go of all the feelingsContinue reading “BREATHE”

SHE IS WOMAN

She is a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. A streak of colour on a grey canvas. She is the voice of the women that came before her. The force of determination tearing at the seams. Breaking the narrative thus changing the story. She is strong and yet so gentle. Her touch, though delicateContinue reading “SHE IS WOMAN”

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