Writing
22 essays on this topic.
Life's Impermanence
The nature of death is that it’s eminent, it’s going to happen and that’s a fact I’ve not fully accepted. The fact that in a number of years or in the next minute…
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…
#TheUntitledSeries, Part 5
I’ve had those moments, serendipitously stricken, unequivocally blissful, insightful occurrences, of a delightful synergy. I’ve had those conversations, candidly…
Unorthodox Ideations
There is a time, not far past, when I felt the mandate, better yet, I felt it incumbent upon me to be more understood. The idea implicit was that for me to communicate…
Musings
I’ve been invariably re-educated on the concept of love, devise right? This topic continually plagues the collective consciousness, with a myriad of takes on what it…
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…
Oppenheimer
The transcendent nature of such a sonically stimulating audio-visual immersive experience is as daunting as it is electrifying.
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…
I am
I am not your knight in shining armor I am that late night text you forgot to send I am that one regret you wish you could erase I am that migraine all those…
#TheUntitledSeries, Part 3
We set all these goals Embodiments of our desires Set forth in the future Something menial to everyone but yourself We attach a certain amount of emotion To this goal,…
#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…
Joker
The media was awash with claims of the Joker's likelihood to incite violence from its movie audience considering, after the Dark Knight a devout Batman fan shot a…
#TheUntitledSeries, Part 1
All the things that could have been, Gone in a haze of a wanting abyss The decisions I took were definitive of my bliss A bliss that was fleeting, in haste I reminisced…
Sell out
Am I a sell-out for wanting to know the nuances of philosophical parlance, for wanting to attend an orchestral performance of Sabastian Bach, scratch that Ludwig van…
WandaVision
The conversational exchange between 2 alterations of Vision is invariably subliminal, the subtle reference to the Ship of Theseus thought experiment, an unexpected…
Sophistication
I'd like to think of myself as a grounded person, a person in touch with my emotions and invariably self-reflective of all the nuances life has bestowed upon me. I'm a…
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…