I hope when the right time comes, you allow yourself the grace to feel love, The grace to let it all in and receive what you always gave fully but never got in return, That when the time comes you see yourself and all your flaws as deserving, Deserving of all the intentionally good energy … Continue reading The Grace To Love
For only the brave are able to live through everything and still hold their heads high when the storms end. Continue reading Fin
“Healing is freedom, it’s you finally breathing without feeling weighed down because when the fog lifts and you see yourself after everything happens, it will all be worth it…” Continue reading To Heal Like You Are Broken
“It was like I was living in some dark place and no-matter how hard I ran towards the tiny sliver of light in the distance, it would creep farther away from me…” Continue reading A Little Drowning. #MyAddictionStory
“..that’s how my years of being a Kachwiri addict started, I would sleep on the streets and sometimes sleep with men for money to buy more; it was the high I wanted, sometimes I would want to kill myself but to calm that out I would get high and zone out..” Continue reading Nalweyiso Was A Beautiful Girl. Pt.2 #MyAddictionStory
“Having Morris back into my life made me feel alive again. It felt good. I wish I had seen what this would do to me, I really wish I had the hindsight….” Continue reading Nalweyiso Was A Beautiful Girl. Pt 1. #MyAddictionStory
“I cannot say that I am fully healed, can one be fully healed?” Continue reading A Hiding Place, Pt 2. #MyAddictionStory
…when you have had your whole life dictated by someone, you start missing having them in charge of your life because that’s what you are used to. It doesn’t matter how abusive that relationship was, you are attached to their direction and every decision you make will always be based on what you think they want you to do. Continue reading The Hiding Place, Pt 1. #MyAddictionStory
I hope some day we break the generational hold of women who stayed, the ones whose silent cries at night broke the hearts of their children, the ones who held on even when pushed to the last limit, the ones whose battered and bruised bodies were the carpets and sponges of abuses from the family […]
It is holiday time and Nerima, a little girl with curly brown hair and chocolate skin that shines in the sun is in Manafwa to visit her Kukhu and Kuka.Nerima is a very curious girl who loves finding out new things and learning how they work.Nerima is very intelligent, she asks questions when she doesn’t … Continue reading Nerima And The Drums
Evelyn Masaba 