I thought finding alignment especially in work It had to be difficult A prize buried in thorn and stone It had to come with struggle It had to come with endless looking So I tried Every desperate reach to feel at home I tried I’ve tried it all But nothing fits Maybe this is justContinue reading “Alignment”
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Her grief had colour. Mine? A blank page.
It was the last Sunday of the month. It had been four years but still grief did not knock. It burst in uninvited. We had just finished a long walk at the Nairobi Arboretum. We sat down to catch our breath and talk a little more. And then it happened. The tears came, reluctant andContinue reading “Her grief had colour. Mine? A blank page.”
You fall for what feels almost real, almost enough
She pointed out the way I see the world… My views My reasoning She said I live in a dream Like wanting depth is naive Like the word love is a curse Like dreaming is dangerous Wanting more than the ordinary makes my mind wrong She was right My mind lives far from reality MyContinue reading “You fall for what feels almost real, almost enough”
He took that from me
I still remember the phone notes The simple poems you used to write It feels like such a long time ago I don’t remember the exact words Just… the feeling Back then, I thought they were silly I felt awkward reading them while you stood there watching But now I realize… it wasn’t the poemsContinue reading “He took that from me”
There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story
There is a scene in Episode 3 of The Wife on Showmax that I do not think I will ever get over. At first, I did not understand why, but now I think I do. It speaks to a version of me I have not yet allowed myself to explore, a version I am tooContinue reading “There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story”
What a gift to have died so early, I thought.
The child’s body lay on the bed. I reached out to touch her, I had never been this close to someone who had just died. Naturally I was scared, but curious. Her hands still warm, felt as though there was still life left in them. And for a moment, I wondered if her mind wasContinue reading “What a gift to have died so early, I thought.”
I’d love to say I’ve outgrown this behavior, but sadly, I haven’t.
It’s not that I’m not spontaneous…it’s just that the activities need to be worthwhile. Otherwise, I get bored, then exhausted, then uncomfortable, then irritable, and then…boom. I’m “acting crazy.” Crazy as in leaving without saying a word. My mum knows this about me, yet still: “Bondi, we’re just going to the supermarket. Just to grabContinue reading “I’d love to say I’ve outgrown this behavior, but sadly, I haven’t.”
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