My car has been through a lot, driven by many hands,
Traveling diverse routes, facing potholes and deathly bends.
It’s been tough, surviving punctures and rough rides,
But now, it’s showing signs, secrets it no longer hides.
The steering wheel, once so familiar and warm,
Now feels distant, like facing a brewing storm.
The engine, once steady, now leaks strange oil,
A metaphor, maybe, for a love spoiled.
I’ve loved this car, but it’s failed me in a way,
It’s become a wreck, like a love gone astray.
I fear driving it, scared it might fail,
So, sadly, I must say goodbye, hit the trail.
It’s time for a change, a new start, a new lane,
Where loyalty is strong, and trust doesn’t wane.
So, with a heavy heart, I’ll let go of this ride,
And find a new one, where love will abide.
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Tag: self-care
Those Days
On bad days, when my heart feels heavy and my mind is clouded by shadows,
I turn to my pen.
Each word, each line becomes a lifeline,
a way to find my path through the fog of my emotions.
But there are days when inspiration eludes me,
when sadness grips me tightly and refuses to let go.
On those days, I find myself crying out into the darkness,
my tears soaking into the woven knitted material of my pillows,
the only witnesses to my silent suffering.
I long for someone to understand,
to share the burden that weighs so heavily on my soul.
Yet, in the silence of my solitude,
I am left to wrestle with my demons alone.
Hope becomes a distant memory,
a flickering flame struggling to survive in the midst of an endless night.
Sleep escapes me, leaving me to wander through the darkness of my thoughts,
haunted by the specter of despair.
But even in my darkest moments, I cling to the belief
that somewhere, somehow, there is light to be found.
And so, I continue to write,
to pour out my heart onto the page,
in the hope that one day, the shadows will recede
and the sun will shine again.
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Fear and Desire
Loving someone deeply, it’s like standing on the edge of a cliff, feeling the exhilarating rush of emotions while simultaneously trembling with fear of the unknown. You can sense the depth of your love, like a warm hug wrapping around your soul, but expressing it feels like navigating a puzzle of uncertainties.
The words “I love you” hang heavy on your tongue, like precious gems waiting to be unearthed, yet somehow they remain lodged in the depths of your heart, hesitant to escape. The thought of losing her sends shivers down your spine, like a chilling gust of wind sweeping through your core, leaving you breathless and anxious.
The titles of boyfriend or husband seem like weighty crowns, heavy with expectations and responsibilities you’re not sure you’re ready to bear. The idea of promising forever feels like building a castle on shifting sands, unsure if the foundation will hold against the relentless tides of time.
And the thought of her bearing your name, becoming Mrs. Okelo, feels like drawing a line in the sand, a boundary between the known and the unknown, between comfort and vulnerability. You know you want to be with her, to share your life and dreams, but something holds you back, like invisible chains tethering you to your fears and uncertainties.
You’re haunted by the specter of failed relationships, like ghosts from the past whispering tales of heartbreak and betrayal, leaving scars that refuse to fade. The fear of watching love turn to hate, of seeing the once cherished title of Mrs. Okelo into the bitter resentment of a proud Miss, cuts deep into your soul, a wound that never seems to heal.
But amidst the darkness of doubt and fear, there is a glimmer of hope, a flicker of courage burning bright within you. You want to confront these fears, to unravel their tangled web and emerge stronger on the other side. You may not know how to tackle it, or how you’ll survive it, but you’re willing to take that leap of faith, to face the unknown head-on, because love, true love, is worth every ounce of fear and uncertainty.
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Is Hope Toxic ?
Sometimes in life, we experience moments of strength, while at other times, we feel incredibly vulnerable. It’s like we’re constantly navigating through challenges, holding onto the hope that eventually, things will improve. But let’s face reality for a moment. Situations often unfold in one of three ways.
Firstly, there’s the beautiful outcome where our hopes and efforts materialize into something wonderful. It’s like seeing the light at the end of a tunnel grow brighter with each step forward. Then, there’s the stagnant scenario where things seem to have plateaued. It’s neither particularly good nor bad, just a state of perpetual mediocrity that can be oddly comforting yet disheartening.
And finally, there’s the ugly turn of events, where things spiral downward relentlessly. It’s the kind of situation that feels suffocating, like being trapped in a nightmare that only worsens with each passing day. This begs the question: Is hope merely a delusion? Should we simply work hard and let fate take its course? Because let’s be honest, hope can be crushing when it fails to materialize into something tangible.
I’m drawn to both listening and speaking. There’s something deeply enriching about storytelling—it’s like a balm for the soul, massaging and soothing the mind in the most exquisite manner. It brings solace and fulfillment. But amidst these narratives, a recurring theme emerges—the pursuit of purpose.
Some argue that our purpose is simply to exist, devoid of any grand fulfillment. But then reflecting on those individuals who strive tirelessly, yet seem to achieve naught. Why would God create people in his own image and likeness, only to consign them to a fate of perpetual disappointment? I think back to those classmates with hearts of gold, diligent in their efforts yet unable to break through the barriers of success. Why such struggle with no reward?
As humans, hope seems hardwired into our DNA. It’s the flickering flame we cling to amidst the darkest of nights. But what happens when that flame flickers out? What if our efforts yield no fruit? The inevitable result is despair, a heavy clothe that weighs upon the shoulders of the hopeful. They wear positivity like a second skin, yet despite their relentless efforts, victory remains elusive, leading to a cavernous pit of depression.
Is positivity toxic, then? Should we not cling to it so fiercely? How can we navigate this delicate balance between hope and despair? The rising tide of suicide speaks volumes, with economic woes often cited as a leading cause. It’s a painful realization when we lose someone who seemed to give their all, yet found solace only in the release of death.
So, I ask again: Is hope, is positivity, somehow toxic? And if so, how do we combat it? How do we rewrite this tragic story? Let’s open up the dialogue. Perhaps loosening our grip on positivity could offer a glimmer of relief. But one thing is clear: We must stand united against the scourge of depression. And as we reach out to those in need, let’s offer not just criticism, but practical solutions, a guiding hand to lead through the stormy seas of life.
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Just Drop a Comment
When do you find yourself grabbing that pen and paper? Is it during tough times when emotions are running high, and writing feels like a way to tackle the challenges life throws at you? Or is it in moments of pure joy, when even the ordinary things bring happiness, and you catch yourself smiling at everyone, even someone you’re not too fond of? Personally, I used to think I was most creative when feeling a bit down, not necessarily to express my feelings but to capture what I saw in small gatherings at barazas, the lively conversations in tailoring shops, the buzz in barbershops, or even the snippets of life heard in matatus. Writing about these observations used to be a kind of therapy for me. However, recent realities have hit me hard, filling my once-bright mind with empty thoughts that have taken away my usual good vibes.
I’m not looking for sympathy here, I’m just curious about how your year is going. Is it turning out to be good, or are you facing some challenges? While it might be early to ask, haven’t they said that you can sense the quality of a day from the morning? Let’s think of that metaphorically. From talking to a few people, it seems that, despite some initial confusion, many are finding this year to be interesting. What’s interesting is the lack of the usual flood of boring “happy new year messages” and the absence of big unachievable resolutions. Instead, people seem to be having more practical discussions, focusing on solid financial plans and pursuing their interests with passion.
Going through the current situation is a bit of a challenge for me, with the uncertainty of tomorrow hanging over. I’ve never been one to predict the future, and while it might seem a bit tricky, there’s a sense of hope pushing me forward. My plan is simple: prioritize things that bring me joy and stay away from things that bore, drain, or stress me. Essentially, I want to create a happy space for myself and those around me….
How’s your year going? Share your thoughts in the comments! Let’s connect every Tuesday or on any day that suits you (we can vote a day). I am thinking about throwing in some interviews and sharing stories about different places. Just drop a comment to let us know what you’re enjoying and experiencing this year, and also, what topics you’d like us to dive into. I’m thinking of adding some opinionated sections. So, drop a comment – your input is crucial in shaping our conversations. Feel free to join the discussion! Just drop a comment !
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