Tables Turn, Lesson Learned- 3!

On that day, I lost everything that I thought I wanted, but in return, I got everything that I know for sure that I need and that is my family. I’m happy here and I can’t have it any other way.

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Respect the Paedophile? No Thanks!

This has been sitting on my mind way too long and I just can’t take it anymore. On 19th June an independently organized TEDx event posted, and then removed, a talk from the TEDx YouTube channel that the event organizer had titled: “Why our perception of paedophilia has to change.” I don’t know about you... Continue Reading →

Tables Turn, Lesson Learned!

After snoozing the alarm for the third time, I was convinced that I’m fully awake. But then I decided to rest my eyes for a second before getting out of my new king size bed. “Who would even leave this comfortable bed to go and slave from 8-5?” I scoffed. “Shit” my heart started racing... Continue Reading →

Man Enough!

He said: I was molested and talked about it; does that make me less of a man? I don’t put my hands on women; does that make me less of a man? I prefer talking and not fighting; does that make me less of a man? I cry every now and then; does that make... Continue Reading →

Bed of Lies 3!

Halima went straight to Hassan’s bedroom and banged the door with fury. The rage suddenly departed when his wife opened the door instead of him. Halima went from a lion to a rat in a second, trying her best to hide her watery eyes. “Can I help you?” Samira asked, for the first time in... Continue Reading →

Bed of Lies 2

‘You think I’m playing? You either do as I say or pack your stuff right now and leave.” Hassan whispered. Those words struck her nerve, besides Asha; she didn’t know anybody else outside Mzee’s family. Who will she turn to? Her heart was racing and her mind couldn’t keep up with all the thoughts she... Continue Reading →

Bed of Lies

In his bed, Mzee knew that his time has come. He ordered his children to take him back home because ‘the smell of the medicine in the hospital made him sicker.’ His older son, Hassan, was against it but Mzee’s mind was made up and there was nothing he could do about it. At home... Continue Reading →

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