Thursday. Somewhere between knowing and changing. I've been thinking about Ms Rose all week. Not in a sad way. In a studying way. Like going back to read a book you read as a child and realising you understood none of it the first time. She never asked...
I caught myself doing it again. That's the thing about naming a pattern — you can't unsee it. Since Entry 01 went up, I've been watching myself in real time. Mid-conversation, mid-meeting, mid-friendship. And there it is, every single time, quiet and automatic — the mental...
Someone asked me today what I do for fun. I paused longer than I should have. Long enough for it to be awkward. And in that pause I went through a mental list — DJing, the podcast, the company, writing — before I realised that every...
I don't have friends. I have collaborators. There. I said it. I've been sitting with this thought for a while now, turning it over in my head like a song I can't quite place. It came out of a session — one of those conversations where someone...
I left the family WhatsApp group a while back. Not with a big, dramatic exit or a long, scathing message. Just a quiet, almost imperceptible departure. One moment I was there, a passive observer in a sea of shared photos and sporadic "Good Morning" messages,...
I must truly be inspired! Two blogs in a week! Maybe I should travel more…. I’m in the UK, and frankly, the inspiration is flowing. There’s something about being away from the daily routine and the good chaos of Kenya that clears the mind. This...
We need to talk, no, not about my one blog a year habit, something more important . For a long time, I had this constant hum in the background of my life. It was anxiety. Specifically, it was this habit of always, always anticipating the worst....
Death is a great leveller. It is no respecter of person, position, race, gender, or any other human construct. Death just is. I remember growing up I was surrounded by death before I even knew what it meant. My mom died when I was 4;...