When we hear about gender based violence, we are quick to assume the man is the perpetrator and the woman the victim. But what about “the other side of this story”. The one that doesn’t get spoken about often. For reasons that are too many to list here. Well here's a story written by a … Continue reading Was it the stairs again?
I had a conversation with a friend. Let’s just say the year has not started well for her. And it seems like there’s something worse at every turn. She looked really downbeat when I walked in. Just wanted to watch a movie and get swallowed by the motions of life. She talked about these being … Continue reading Mungu halafu sasa form?
According to The BBC a lot of people have read not more than six titles in the list below. The challenge was, post the list and bold the titles you’ve read. Somebody had 69 bolded titles. Wow. If they added in an instruction to italicize the ones you own, that would have added a lot more … Continue reading How many have you read?
Everyone says I should love you. It is expected of me. But does anyone consider my side of the story? You carried me in your womb for nine months. You beat me with a hot iron rod till I was nine. It is not that the beatings stopped. It is that I learned how to … Continue reading I am expected to love you but…
“Unanipitaje hivyo?” he asked, tugging gently at my elbow. Well, as gently as a man of his girth and stature can. I looked at him and I could swear I had never before seen that face in my life. But I did not scream because a) we were in a very public setting, a supermarket, … Continue reading My dislike of family get-togethers
Yipee, it’s Valentine’s Day. Let us all don same coloured outfits because we are unique on the inside. I am no prophet but I know someone’s going to get dumped today. Or tomorrow. Because he did not take her anywhere or get her any gift. All she got in their stead was a two sentence … Continue reading Weird past Valentines
I have a secret to tell. And no, I did not kill a man or rob a bank. I cannot ride a bicycle. That is my secret. It’s a secret because if you walked up to me on the streets and asked me about bicycles, I will tell you I have been riding them since … Continue reading Secrets between my bike and I