Oops! My Thirties.
Accidental wisdom and dream-fueled mistakes
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Writer. Observer. Obviously feminist.
This is my quiet corner of the internet. A place to unpack, reflect, and start over. I write about what it means to be in-between: between countries, chapters, (un)certainties, music, memory, and messy hope.
I’ve packed and repacked my life more times than I care to count. Through it all, I’ve found comfort in words and in the small rituals that keep me anchored; like tea, prayer, and good rugs.
For the woman rebuilding.
For anyone learning how to be gentle with themselves. Again.
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Nairobi is loud this time of day, this time of year. A motorbike in the distance. Metal doors banging. The hum of construction tools. The non-urgent but persistent barking of dogs. The laughter of playing children. There’s a welding shop a few metres from my building, but it sounds like it’s right outside my door,…
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Some loves begin in silence. The kind that grows in dim light, in moments when no one is watching. This is a story about one such love, and what happens when it is taken away, buried, and slowly, painfully, rediscovered.
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Day after day blurs into nights of insomnia, cryptic texts, Nairobi streets at dawn, and a body that won’t cooperate. This is survival in small, stubborn steps. And just when you think you’re alone, a stranger might remind you otherwise.
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A fading candle. A shrinking timeline. A life in boxes. In this tender, late-summer reflection, I write from the floor; eye-level with what remains of my world; just days before leaving the country. It’s not graceful. It’s not curated. But it’s mine.
Oops! My Thirties. 