storyteller

 Life is a game of firsts. First love, first kiss, first crush - you don't forget those. Today, I wanna tell you about the first crush I ever had - first serious crush at least. PS: I proceeded to simp very hard and I'd do it again. Let me take you back a couple of years ago. I was a 17-year old clueless freshman at the time. Full disclosure, I thought I was immune to all that nauseating romantic stuff until I met this brown-eyed mamaa and she had me before I could figure out what the hell was happening. Girls who can make me laugh have a special place in my heart and laugh is all we did. I kept asking myself how a regular person can be that perfect - the embodiment of beauty with brains and I don't mean that lightly. Yeah so anyway, we sat next to each other in class - Lord knows I didn't learn a damn thing in them classes. Mama raised no coward so I decided to do something about it. Iam a stong believer in taking things slow so the very first thing I did was start mak...

 It's been a while since I wrote about mental health so if you're struggling with something, this is for you. I'm not even sure where to begin. Iam no shrink but I certainly know a thing or two about how you are feeling, may be a million things if I'm being honest. I think what sucks the most about being deep in the trenches is that it always gets deeper. Just when the morning light starts to slowly seep through the blinds, something promptly shuts them leaving you engulfed in even more darkness . What they say about it being darkest before dawn isn't just folklore. It gets dark, unfathomably dark. Just when you think you've hit rock bottom life introduces you to new and improved rock bottom 2.0. You just keep falling and falling into an abyss only the Big guy upstairs can get you out of if you let him which is a lot harder than it sounds. As you go in deeper and deeper, you cease finding joy in pretty much everything-even stuff that you absolutely loved doing. ...

Any time I scroll through twitter I always come across a shocking and utterly heartbreaking story. Murders, suicides, rape stories, you name it. Take Chiloba's story for instance. No one deserves that. Where did we go wrong as a people? Where is the love? The love Christ left us to share.  They say charity begins at home and rightly so. Remember the good old days when we'd all huddle in our sitting rooms watching the classics from vioja mahakamani to Tahidi high every week like clockwork? Do you remember the last time you watched something together as a family? The general consensus now seemingly is the only time everyone is in the same room is during Christmas and/or new year-some are not even that lucky. Perhaps life has gotten so much in our ways we forget what really matters. I may be wrong but I don't remember the world being this sad and it breaks my heart more than I can put into words. There still is a lot of beauty to it but does it really matter if we turn on and...

 Dear diary.... It has been weeks since we last spoke. Iam truly sorry for being cold and distant but hear me out. It's not that I had nothing to say to you. Nay, if anything, I had too much to say I hadn't the foggiest where to begin. Like a labyrinth of mirrors, I got lost in the limbo between sane and the insane. On every mirror, I could see my sanity crumble to pieces in pure clarity right before my eyes over and over again. I yelled out for help but the cacophony of voices drowned it all and ruthlessly had their way. With oblivion uncomfortably close, to you I return in despair. Iam eternally grateful for those cold, lonely nights that only we know about. Those long, unending nights that I ironically wished wouldn't end just so I wouldn't have to pretend to have it together oh so proudly the next day. I've had those too in the recent past but only I know about them. Perhaps telling you about them now matters not but you're the only one I trust. The only on...