Sometimes I Talk To God


If you have lost a loved one this may be a serious trigger. I suggest you don’t read it. I have pushed a wheelchair twice in a hospital. Both times happened the same week and both times I pushed the same person. And both times pushing a wheelchair felt like moving a planet on my … Continue reading Sometimes I Talk To God

It Is What It Is


It’s a weekday. I leave the house at around 7:30 as though I am going to work, except I am not. No. I’m not skiving, slacking or anything. Corona came and my job went and I have since been surviving. That’s a story for another day. Because this is Nairobi, and it is not anyone’s’ … Continue reading It Is What It Is