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They keep asking questions.Who are you?Where do you come from?What do you represent?And when I answer, they laugh and say, “No identity.”So I pause.Is it my mentality?Or is the world simply blind to the fact that I am still being discovered?I come from reincarnated history.From legends rewritten in modern skin.I don’t represent noise — I represent a message.I am legacy in motion.Small in frame,…

I still remember my first “fashion advice” moment growing up.It came from two trusted sources: My aunties, who swore orange and pink could never go together. That one friend who somehow always knew how to pair thrifted jeans from Gikomba with a top that looked like it came straight out of a glossy magazine. Back then, fashion was simple, part instinct, part influence, and a whole lot of trial…

For the lives lost. For the dreams cut short. I birthed him with breathless joy,Counted his toes, whispered his nameMy son, my song, my sun.Now silence treads where his laughter once danced. They brought him home wrapped not in warmth,But in blood-stained cloth and broken breath.Not from war, noBut from speaking where silence was expected. I scream,But the wind carries no answer.I claw the…

We rose from whispers to roars,from fear to flame,from doubt to declaration. One year ago,a generation drew a lineand said, “Enough.” Today, the echoes remain.Today, the glory still finds its voice.Today, we remember… That we are not a moment.We are a movement.We are the shift.We are the light. And when the glory comes,it won’t be for some.It will be for us.All of us.Always. #OneYearOn…

I’m sorry, self, for all the timesI whispered doubts instead of rhymes,For every wound I let remain,For every joy I turned to pain. I’m sorry for the love withheld,For all the harsh words I’ve compelled,For treating you like you’re not enough,When you were strong, when you were tough. I’m sorry for the nights I stole,Drowning your light, ignoring your soul,For every “should” and “could” and…

We used to drown in words, you and I,A river of messages, never running dry.Sunrise to midnight, fingers flying fast,Every “good morning” and “how was your day?” asked. You sent me songs, I sent you memes,Inside jokes tucked between heart-eyed dreams.Emojis bloomed like wildflowers in spring,A digital garden of everything. Then slowly, the current began to slow,Gaps stretched wider—did you even…

This morning, I woke up with a heavy thought: “I’m just in this world to suffer, be used, and… [whatever that other word was].” The weight of it swallowed my motivation before my feet even hit the floor. I couldn’t pray. I couldn’t rally. All I could muster was a numb acknowledgment: “Here we go again.” Some days are like this—no grand purpose, no silver linings, just the grind of existence.…

𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦,𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥—𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦.𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮,𝘈 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳,𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦,𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘜𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨,𝘐𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦,𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦—𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦. #iwd2025 #IWD #iwd

If you ever thought road trips were just about long drives and good music, let me introduce you to our seven-day adventure, where we braved non-existent roads, raced against curfews, feasted like royalty, and unknowingly gave a ride to a bandit. Buckle up, because this one’s a ride! Friday, 21st – The Grand Departure At exactly 11:00 PM, my team and I hit the road for a legendary trip to…

The envelope is slightly crumpled, as if held too tightly by trembling fingers before being placed at my door. My name is written in careful, deliberate strokes—hesitant yet longing, like a whisper caught in the wind. I unfold the paper, my heartbeat loud in my ears. The ink, slightly smudged in places, tells me this letter was written with hands uncertain but a heart sure. “I don’t know where…

Listen, I don’t know what kind of shady time heist you’re running, but it’s time to own up. Someone snatched up all the prime real estate—December 30th and 31st—and left us here with February 14th like an unclaimed lost sock. You had options. You could’ve taken a random Tuesday in March. You could’ve swiped a Monday in August. But noooo, you had to snatch up two days of celebration,…

Valentine’s Day is here again—the one day of the year when lovebirds swoon, florists cash in, and single people debate whether to embrace self-love or roll their eyes at the whole thing. Whether you’re a hopeless romantic, a last-minute planner, or someone just here for the discounted chocolate on February 15th, one question remains: Will you be my Valentine? If you’ve ever asked (or been asked)…