I know how I got here, I wonder if you notice that there is change between us. But then again that is a long shot, you never notice anything anymore somehow you are always too busy for that. I never thought I would feel like this, Continue reading


Should Writers Be Paid?


The year was 2015. December.

My contract at a hotel I had been working at in the Front Office Department for 3 months had just ended. They were not in a position to renew it and so, I had to move on.

Magazine Contributor!! The idea screamed at me.

I knew I could write. I mean, I had always written from childhood. Fiction mostly. In my 20s, I began doing articles in addition to the Fiction I wrote. At 23, I started a blog on WordPress, at the advice of a friend, after someone pretended they would feature an article of mine on their new magazine’s first issue.

That never came to be despite submitting several articles to that effect and seeing what I thought was the original magazine issue. Maybe I had just been duped or conned or whichever of the two applies here but it sure hurt as…

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If only love was enough for her to stay around with him.
Every night before she fell asleep she thought  about her relationship or is it situation and it still did not make sense to her.
She wants to walk away,but how could she…this is one of the longest relationship she has ever been in and with the Continue reading


I keep looking around me hoping that at some point they will be a leader or is it a politician who is willing to have the interest of the common mwananchi at heart and deliver but I guess there is no holding my breath in that, been disappointed a lot .But at times it’s not all just about the politicians but we also have a role to play as citizens in the country, as this country does not belong to the politicians we are the majority and we can change the narrative in this conversation. Continue reading

Constant battle

Very powerful and well written

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Lately a lot has been feeling like a constant battle

A battle of the fear of the unknown

Fear between letting go and holding back

Fear between being free and being scared

Anxiety creeping in as the night draws closer

Trying to choke me and drain me

Juice me up until I have nothing left

Lately a whole lot has been feeling like a constant battle

A battle between right and wrong

Between what I’ve believed in my whole life

And between what is really true

I’m scared to the core

My spine is getting cold

Paralysed by guilty

Lately a lot has been feeling like a constant battle

A battle between what I truly want and what they say I need to want

But you see I’m learning

I’m learning to let go and not hold back

I’m learning to be free and not be scared

And yes anxiety…

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