From the Perils of My Own Discomfort

Not so long ago, happiness and my heart were good old pals, I swarm in the warm currents of “If…

I want to see myself love myself — @theveon #MisimuZangu

Life is a game where the possibility of failing is almost permanent. Such a fucking irony — @Eddyongili #MisimuZangu

I tend to turn into a recluse sometimes blocking the world out and getting in my self-doubt — @IvanIrakoze…

A LOVE LETTER

There you go again with the same tacky act you pull off every day. I will admit, the first time was a little spectacular, and so was…

Five Times

Every fortnight, for about a year, my therapist and I would play chess in her cozy, dainty office. I would wonder if she knew how it felt…