The Rest of Our Lives

Some people’s lives go in a straight line. There is a path and they stick to it. They know what they will become when they grow up and every effort they make throughout their lives is somehow related to that. They are focused on their goal, confident in their abilities, driven. They know exactly where they are headed. They are …

First Impressions

When I decided to go back to school after I had just finished school, even I wasn’t sure what I was doing. But I was okay with being in school; the school environment is comfortable for me. What I am not comfortable with is meeting new people. Starting from scratch. Smiling at strangers. Squirming in my seat.

On driving and the shortness of life

I hate driving. I can do it but I would much rather not. Nobody in my immediate family has ever dropped out of any school except me—I dropped out of driving school. Three times. I took a year to complete a course that takes people a month. I also dropped out of law school later on but that’s a story …

Go, see someone

This year began horribly for me. 2018 was only a couple of weeks old and I was adjusting to not being in school anymore. Which means I was stressed out looking for people who wanted to hire someone who didn’t have 5 years’ experience. I was heading for an interview that day, running late, going out of my mind wondering …

Pieces of my life

Here is some advice: Your procrastination is not your friend. And it is horrible for your anxiety. Trust me, I’ve been burned. I have been to the place where all those ‘tomorrows’ you think never come finally call a meeting, decide to #resist, and lie in wait to ambush you. I barely made it out alive, guys. Let us agree …

The Sneer on Tomorrow’s Face

At long last, you are done. You did it. You went to school and you managed not to drop out no matter how much you wanted to during those days when you had to stay up all night cramming for an exam that you had vowed to prepare properly for at the beginning of the semester. You gave education four …

Free, Fearless

I had been waiting for that matatu to fill up for about fifteen minutes.  I was getting antsy. But there was nowhere else to go; the mats to Westlands from Odeon were too far away for my aching feet and the crowded road there too daunting for my anxiety. Context: a month and a half ago two guys decided that …

Left Behind

There was this time, I was 11, maybe 12 years old and the class teacher made me sit with Yvonne. She was the smartest girl in class, and honestly, a bit dull. And judgmental. She would look at me the exact same way that every teacher did: with a worried shake of the head. ‘You can be better than this, …

Meanings of Art

The event had barely started when we walked in. I was glad. I hate going into places when things have already been set in motion because my anxieties then tell me that they are all staring at me, scrutinizing, judging, mocking, even though I know they are not. It was a small place, not at all what I expected. When …