Let me preface this by saying I hated my boarding experience in high school. I do not have fond memories, don’t even care to be part of that school and quite frankly I told my mum after the fact that they should have transferred me when I asked in Form 1. Anyway, recently, there was… Read More Boarding School and Collective Trauma
Sometimes I go back to read what I have written and I am like “have I evolved/changed what I think about this certain matter?”. For example, this post. I have come to realise that in many cases we can justify anything to ourselves. We can make a case that we don’t desire to be seen,… Read More Justifying Being Seen
I am seriously so proud of myself and how I have kept up writing on this blog. And if I am keeping it a buck, I have enjoyed doing it this year more than others. Because I did what I wanted. Doing 43 weeks of Music I am Listening To Maintaining at least two posts… Read More Keeping Up With This Blog
Because I write when events are not good, I must use the same energy to talk about when events are dope. And people, The Heng was good times. And I’m not even talking the performances which in and of themselves were dope. This post is mainly about the experience of being there: Check in, Vibe,… Read More 90s, Dancing and Safety
I like to have read things or at least talked about something before I write things but I was just talking to my friend about “inauma but inabidi uzoe” as a mantra and coping mechanism. This life continues to be a scam and therefore the need for coping mechanisms is understood and imperative. At times… Read More Coping Mechanisms
If I see one more post about how the decade is coming to an end and we should like do these many things before it ends – I will pull one hair out. Honestly, the messaging on productivity as worth, busyness as lifestyle – even things like goals that seem to promote capitalism get on… Read More Listen, I am Irked
Dear Ciiku Alcohol is delicious. Start drinking it. Upgrade your taste buds. Sushi is bomb dot com. Don’t stop dancing, ever. Society wants you to keep obsessing over your body, as if you should hate it as a way of living, as if the pursuit of thinness is some sort of virtue: let that shit… Read More Letter to a 22 Year Old Ciiku
