Loneliness, and all that it is

Loneliness is an interesting feeling. A cold, cynical absurdity that drags us down deserted tracks of desperation. An otherness that leaves you floating around in a lifeless daze, drifting farther and farther into a desolate darkness devoid of humanity. A world where there is but one feeling: EMPTINESS.

The relentless companion stripped of all emotion and impoverished in affection. One who steers your boat towards the rising tides and incoming storms, as you cling on to the sails of your heart with dear despair. Hoping, praying, invoking; that a higher power or ultra existence may calm the waters of your life. Or perhaps shed a mirage of light into the bleakness of your being. Continue reading


What’s In a Child?

There’s always that one thing that makes all the difference in how we feel about certain things in life. Well for me it’s normally music, art, or photography. But not anymore. I’m now stepping out of my beautifully crafted bubble, and being alive again.

I recently had the chance to accompany a young school that caters for well and able children, alongside children with special needs, to a trip to the Mamba Village in Karen, and later to the Bomas of Kenya. Continue reading

Humble Beginnings

A year ago, I and my girlfriend kissed the employment sector goodbye. Decisions we each made individually and borne of absolutely different circumstances. The one thing we both had in common though, apart from being a couple, was that we were driven by the same dream. A dream bigger than the dead end jobs we were in could afford us. One that extended way beyond our realms of comfort and glided adrift clouds of ambition.

You see, we have a gluttonous desire to actually ‘live’ every day and experience it like it was our last, and we both wanted something more for ourselves other than a fat paycheck and job security. None of that gave us any satisfaction. Salary at the end of the month with no time to enjoy or live life in its fullest capacity was but ash to our tongues. Tasteless. Lacking in any sort of allure to tickle our interest in ‘eight-to-five’s’ no further than a child is excited by a dry stick lying on a lawn. Continue reading