Unhinged.

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  Jana, nilikuwa naskia uzito aisee!  After my team was beaten na banters zikaanza kukuja kukuja kama Kenya's corruption scandals from fans wa other teams wenye walikuwa wamepata a successful hate watch. Ningekuwa mtu wa hasira, nyahunyo ingekuwa acquainted na mgongo za watu kadhaa. I told myself hakuna haja ya kuvurugana na watu, plus kuwa worked up ju ya mpira, most importantly, mpira ya wazungu.  Sahii kuna watu nimemute pale green app hadi my teams next win ndio niwaunmute nikijaribu kuangalia sahii, nitaishiwa pawa ju najua pale ni back to back banters zinaningoja pale ni mzito.  Anyway, it's been a while since I posted a story, so nikasema wacha nitulie nichonge story and it got me down memory lane, there's this saying that old folks( by old folks I mean our parents, uncles, aunties family friends, etc), who used to say, birds of a feather, wakitaka kutetea their point of view in some matters  (Wanted to say a one size fits all,  but was unsure on how...

Damn!

 I’ve been quiet lately. 

Not because I joined a meditation retreat in Tigoni or went offline to “find myself” in Ngong Hills. No. My situation ship had ghosted me again, and my bank balance was giving K.P.L.C. token vibes, very dark and annoying. It started on a random Saturday in my crib. 


I was lying on my bed, scrolling endlessly through Twitter, laughing at people with soft lives, I decided to do something I hadn't done in a while, think. Proper thinking. Not the one where I pretend to reflect but actually just replaying movies in your head that you have previously watched.




I had this deep reflection while staring at my ceiling, asking the universe the big questions after munching on three chapatis with beans 

(you'll have to excuse my love for chapatis), 

and then as I lay there in silence 

(ok, there were a couple of mosquitos buzzing around, 

but still), 

the truth knocked, and it hit me. 


Accountability is not a punishment, 

it’s power. 


My empty account? The various interactions I had that had been draining my soul like Safaricom data when you use it? Everything wrong in my life? Lowkey, it’s on me. Yes, me. It stung, but weirdly, it felt freeing. Because if I’m the problem, then I can also be the solution.  


I made some changes. Small ones, like focusing on gigs that align with me, not just accepting anything because they said exposure. I stopped replying to “Uko?” texts. I even created a budget, funny right?


 (Ok, I blew it on day 3, but 

progress is progress.) 


I found peace in being alone. I started writing, not because I have all the answers, but because maybe, just maybe, someone else in either Kayole or Kitusuru feels like they’re drowning too. So here I am, still broke-ish. Still figuring things out, but now I’m doing it with my chest.


If you’ve ever sat somewhere and wondered venye maisha inakupeleka ka baiskeli ya kuibiwa, you’re not alone. But what if, instead of waiting to be rescued, you picked up the pen and rewrote your own story? Choose your own growth, real growth, like saying no to people. 


~Anonymous Writer


~Edited by Letstoriesunfold™.



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  1. Nice one bro . signed by your brother Generali.

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