I do not know what it means to be my father’s princess. How then can I trust that one of your kind, apparently ‘my rib’ would treat me like a princess or better yet a queen? I cannot trust your kind with my heart. Leave alone with my life, for I do not have a template for them.
Category Archives: Street
Right to Decline Medical Assistance.
Defense is her thing. She even played as a defender in primary school football. As a guard in high school basketball, she did the same times without number. But that is not the line of defense in this scenario. Defense in terms of justice is. Seeing that no one is treated unfairly. Throwing herself intoContinue reading “Right to Decline Medical Assistance.”
Is She the Victim or the Accused?
It’s the only crime in which the Victim becomes the Accused. And that too by all and sundry. Fingers all pointed at her for a crime committed against her; >Men lashing out to her for being ‘too easy/loose’. >Fellow women criticizing her for not being too careful. >Young girls being given her as the badContinue reading “Is She the Victim or the Accused?”
The Poor,Laughingstock of the Rich.
She woke up and tried reaching for her phone around the pillow. On checking it, the battery was running low. She lazily pulled herself out of the bed and headed for the bulb’s switch. Oh no!No lights. Thinking it to be the usual scenario, she was certain the power would be back by the timeContinue reading “The Poor,Laughingstock of the Rich.”
LGBTQ+
She had seen the initials before but could only figure out the L and G part. The rest she always said she would search but it always evaded her mind till it could no more. So for those like her who had no clue~ Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Question or Queer, Plus. As she stoodContinue reading “LGBTQ+”
Loony Emotions.
She sat busy buried and totally lost in whatever it is she was doing on her laptop. “Will you prepare supper?” Asked her mum as she walked in. “This seems like a trap question,”she thought. “It is not like I have the luxury of saying no.” She thought and came to the conclusion not toContinue reading “Loony Emotions.”
Almost Quarantined at Night,
Two thousand Kenyan shillings per day in a quarantine center. Apparently that’s the price rate for ‘quarantination’ in our dear country. So where exactly will that cash be outsourced from in this hard economic times,you’d wonder! After her supper; a piece of ugali,some sukuma wiki and omena (what she thought to be fish lets inContinue reading “Almost Quarantined at Night,”
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