Reality hits,we hit back.

This poem you’re about to read is borrowed from the song “THE APOLOGY SONG from The Book of Life Animation”. The song is my favorite because the scene was amazing and of course, the melody and the handsome character behind the guitar, haha. I’ll try to link a YouTube video [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttR5s-pwrcQ ] for those who haven’t heard of it, so please make sure you get to listen to…

Hey everyone! I just realized that I rarely start with greeting my people in my posts. It’s been a long while since I wrote something in here. I figured I could just talk about the journey we all call life. It’s a journey simply because we all started somewhere and we will all come to an end. The end is what we call Death. What remains after that is basically legacy. I remember seeing a random…

THE SPILLAGE: IN THE JAR. Prologue. SMASH!  The very familiar echo of glass crashing on a hard surface startled me from my newspaper. Uplifting my eyes, I peer towards the black metal door 9 steps away from where I’m seated. What is it this time? An innocent glass cup or a plate? A piercing shriek hits my earbuds, making my face automatically scrunch up into a scowl, a sign of distaste for the…

If anyone was to ask, “Why did you stop writing?”, I wouldn’t know what to answer them. What can I say, it’s not that simple. Or is it that, I don’t wanna make it simple. For some reason, deep down, I know it would be simple if I allowed it to be. Somehow, perhaps, there’s still hope. I’m exhausted. Keeping everything intact is not an easy job. Gradually the monsters show their faces. Gradually…

Phew! It’s been one hell of a week that’s for sure. Week two came with the hurricanes and tornados. It has not been easy keeping up with the tasks and especially the morning pages. This last week I managed to skip three days, or was it four, of my morning pages. Some I managed to write only half a page. I mean, half is better than none right? Week two’s theme was ” Recovering a sense of…

My eyes shoot open and the first thing I see is my mom’s face above mine, staring right at me. She’s angry, I can tell. Her eyebrows scrunched and a frown on her face- she shares. I blink- once, twice- feeling the coldness seep through my skin and I shiver. I sit up in a flash, frantically looking for them. Of course, they’re gone. I should know.So I’m not dead.Tap, tap, tap, tap… The sound of…

For those who don’t know about The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, don’t worry, I’m here to feed you what it’s about and my experience reading it. The book is basically about helping “blocked” artists unblock their creative energies and reconnect them with their inner artist via a twelve week program. One is recommended to read one chapter a week; each chapter having tasks to do at the end that…

This topic is inspired by the multiple femicide cases that have been happening in Kenya. It’s quite sad to see that people have thrown humanity out the window. Everyone is debating and fighting over trivial matters especially the “gender” topics. Not all men are monsters waiting to pounce on women and not all women are naive to follow strangers into foreign places. I don’t speak for women or…

We all know paper comes from timber, which is basically a byproduct of trees. Same applies to old school pencils, the wood surrounding the refined charcoal in the middle. This is one of the reasons why world of pencil and paper is sacred. Trees are a major part of earthly beings and this makes their products just as grounding. Nothing compares to the smell of old paper, an old book sited for…

Chapter One. It’s freezing cold outside. The only thing visible in the deep darkness of the night is the white fizzles of snow dropping onto the sidewalk illuminated by the dim street lights. The crunch of solidified ice beneath my feet as I transition from a walk to a slow jog fills the silent night as I make my way to my front door. Maybe it’s just me but the feeling of someone following me is…

We all know what the word means, betrayal. So many thoughts have ran through my mind about this topic, I’m sure my brain has long developed running tracks. There exists so many types/kinds of betrayal. To make things simpler I’ve grouped them into two – betrayal to self and betrayal to/from others. “It’s hard to tell who has your back, or who has it long enough to stab you in it…”    - Nicole…

I’ve always had an innocent obsession with the Ocean. Perhaps because I was raised in the coast, a factor I had no choice in. Hey, I’m not cmplaining. Besides, the cons of being born and raised in the Coastal parts of Kenya is a topic for another day. I’m sure it’s not the first time I’ve mentioned how the smell of sea salt carried by the not so silent breeze calms my nerves. There’s something…

“I’m afraid, I’m slipping away. I feel like I’m going to waste and I’m probably never going to change. How would it feel if I were to leave the world the way I am right now? Deep down, I know I don’t ever want to miss any good chance to feel proud.” Have you the above thoughts filled your mind today? Or perhaps this week, month, year? If your answer is yes then I hope this speaks to you. Now is…

For some finite reason the earth was made into a sphere. In some way that being the larger aspect affected other small processes in it. Day and night, life as a whole, everything is round. Everything was set in a perfect loop that will all come to an end one day. Life experiences of a human being follow the same loop. I find myself in a constant loop with men. To be honest I do not know how to…

You owe it to yourself to correct the wrongs done to you. In your journey of life you will come accross sadness, depression, dissapointments, mistakes, fear and all the negative baggage. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows. Instead of pushing it all in, closing yourself up to the outside world and new opportunities, you owe it to yourself to heal, beat your chest up and move on to the next…

For someone to wish themselves and the person they love the most dead, there has to be something to gain from it right? Is there any good to be gained after death? Is it even peaceful lieing in a dark grave and being chewed on by insects as time passes by? I wish I had someway to find out because I cannot fathom why. Why would she wish me dead? People always say “Rest in Peace” to their dead, is…

He guys! Sorry for the late update but I’m here to stay. Let me feed you with some of my thougts that are running a marathon inside my head today… Have you ever found yourself in a position where you take a minute and ask yourself, “How did I get here?” or perhaps “How did it get this bad?” If you haven’t then I have, I pray you never do. This actually reminds me of a statement that many people…