Julia at her saloon A lot of who I am right now can be attributed to the women who have nurtured me. This nurturing has taken place right at home but also in places you’d never imagine—one of those being the saloons. Back home in Kenya, saloons are more than just places where women go […]
I write in honor of the cry against femicide right now in Kenya. I was doing my rounds as usual, Rounds through my Instagram feed— Then I met bloodied panties, Her whites, stained red. With my bleeding heart, I thought of her pain, her tears, As he made the tear. Her “stop”
Biko Zulu, a seasoned writer, has inspired this article. His article was on lessons he has gathered through his twenties. I now have nearly two decades of existence and thought why not? I have seen quite a lot so far or maybe just enough to have an opinion about life, even if it is flimsy.
Maybe this would be better as an entry in my journal, anyway… So when I went to buy travel bags a few days ago, I lost my cool and burst into tears in the crowded streets of Eastleigh. I was no longer able to contain everything. Pondering about transition and leaving everything familiar is scarier
