July 2020

It was in her sixteenThat she called her mum at lastShe witnessed her breath her lastAnd left a gap one will fill She had suffered

I am staring at the wall… Looking rather blank, I am confused,Lonely,Lost…My thoughts are scattered,They need an anchor.But where is it?Where is my little slice

You lacked plan for your leisurePulled by peer pressureIn order to fit inYou took everything in Now your life is in partAll time chewing khatNever

Yeah, so today is my birthday but I can’t help feeling the same. I’m twenty nine now. Mama’s breathing down my neck about grandbabies. Pop’s

sorry am late,been busy of late,that was his excuse,my man was of use, not to us,but some mother’s girls,at fast i believed,coz he provided, now

I am present in the StateAll questioning my stateGive me all ears to narrateNot a narrative but it is real You are all judgingUnfortunately not

Wanasema Ukiachwa achikaHow do I explain this?Maze sometimes ni hard Ku let goOf the only thing that gives you joySkiza I tried to go out

Am in the stateNot knowing what to relateAm lostNo inch of thought Am sank deepNot knowing when to rise upIt is really painingAm stack not

Coping is the act of changing crap into sunshine,,I learnt that, And Life isn’t all Sunshine and rainbows..I also learnt that, So when life throws