Identity
10 essays on this topic.
How will I be remembered by History?
Frankly, I wouldn’t want history to remember me, for to be remembered means to die, and frankly I’m not ready to die. For to die is to be erased in a way that you don’t…
An Inquisition into the Validity of my Existence
A question that's invariably plagued my psyche, is an inquisition into the validity of my existence. I've had to share spaces with personalities colossally significant…
Nostalgic pre-pandemic journal entry
I’ve learnt that with each day that goes by, we all are writing our life story, without paying keen attention to the events playing out, unaware that each moment is the proverbial irreversible ink entailing the story of our lives.
The Men are Trash & Fear Women Phenomenon
So the season finale of succession aired this weekend, I don't know if I'm sad about it but my indifference to it is somewhat fueled by it's anticlimactic end. Well a…
#TheUntitledSeries, Part 4
We love to live in denial of our status quo, A space of self-doubt. A delusional acceptance, Of that which isnt. We love to escape reality, For 'real' is basically a…
The Incoherent Fables of my Identity Conundrum
What's this but a lie? A well-built lie, A cry for help. In the morgue of my faith, A dedication to the greater good. A coroner lay quiet, Performing an autopsy of my…
#TheUntitledSeries, Part 2
Hongera Bwana Wakili The walk through the storm Storm looming over the man Determined to swallow him Hell & Company mobilized Having mastered the waves Prince of Peace…
An Empty Canvas
I'd like to start by writing about myself, writing about the things I think to say but never have, writing to validate the thoughts that make me who I am. I'd like to…
My Musical Odyssey.
This taught me that although I’m a maestro at Poetry, I needed to have patience and humility in order to learn how to play the guitar. We all have that one uncle who is…
The Identity Conundrum.
I never really learned how to speak my mother tongue, growing up I was a late bloomer, I couldn't speak till I was about 2 years old. On the way to surgery, my parents…