Iron women: Uni archives.

Serita will always be my definition of a princess. She will always be who I think of when I think about determination and excellence. She will be a recognised force; a bold and unwavering voice, an example. Her keen and quiet character flowering into an eclectic, multi-faceted, multi-talented joy. Serita will always be my definition of diligent love and banter;…

23.08.2017

It takes a smart person, and intelligent soul, a gifted mind, to make some certain mistakes. Over and Over again. Knowingly. It takes intelligence to [decide to] be this daft. I’m not a lazy person. Or a procrastinator. I know what I have to do. I know that I can do it easily- much easier…

Psalm 19

Far up above the earth I was struck by the true awesomeness of this verse: “The heavens declare your glory, the skies proclaim the work of your hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge” I am never not in awe of the skies. I cannot remember ever getting…

This Jesus- a thought collection.

03.05.18 Michael Kiwanuka’s Cold Little Heart. Encouragement from Ms. Esterine Yes. I am scared that I am wrong. I am scared sometimes that I am not the example you should be looking to. Do you know how hard it is to emulate a sinless man? Do you know how hard it is to love while…

Gentlemen: tumblr excerpts.

“I don’t like him. I have 100% no such feelings for him. It is just that I really like who he is and what he represents. He is kind and he listens. He takes time to know people. He does not confine himself to labels and pre-existing ideas of what a person from his background…

Sight-seeing.

Nothing I love more than to stand still and marvel at how nature dolls up the man made. But how no matter how extravagant and expensive and advanced we build, we will never produce anything as breathtaking as nature’s handiwork. We will never create anything as lovely as we. Nigerian Boy in Blue Jeans Third…

Bill Withers

We were walking back from the maize farm. The house sat surrounded by it on two sides: two minutes from the metal front gate and around the back stood my grandmother’s acre of browning maize. After each harvest, it gradually extended; flanking the house on the left and encroaching on a nearby primary school. I…

Little things.

Sometimes you just want people to look at you. Not because of pride. Not even because of the new hair or the 90’s t-shirt. Just want them to look at you and your hair in a pin up, and your half laced shoes and the rings on your left hand. To see the slightly askew…

Chiddy//Chidi

Of friendships prayed for and comforting silence. Of ridiculously loud and tearful laughter at all and odd hours. Of time spent mastering law and the art of make up. Of praise days and worship hours. Of a friendship of testimonies and serendipity. The earnest pursuit of excellence and the bravery to ask for help. The…

Kujikuna.

I itch to write something. Something enthralling and totally new. Classic and futuristic. Something with long sentences that have readers holding their breath. I want to spin something so brilliant and elaborate yet simple and sobering. I keep doubting myself: do I have enough color in my fingertips to paint this whole portrait? And fill…

Jeket yangu.

Ok. I used to be able to run without thoughts in my head. Fly without realising how short and labored my breaths became. With every extended leap; my body said thank you. To God. Today, my head banged with thoughts about myself. My insecurities, my clunky jog. I ran faster for the people on the…