Then that policeman cocked him gun at me. I do not know guns, so I do not know what model he was carrying. Must’ve been an AK47, but don’t take my word for it. That shit does not sound like it does in the movies.
Other over-30s say “Nobody has their life figured out by 30.” As if it is any consolation. You not having hit your targets by this time does not make my failure feel any less disappointing.
Except, this time I have no mother to go home to. She’s not ati dead. But there is nothing she can do. Even Mother Karua has limits. And Jack Dorsey is not her cousin – trust me, I asked. So I am stuck out here in the cold.
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He had moved in before I knew it. I had a small bedsitter. He had problems with his landlord. I liked him well enough. It wasn’t rocket science. Once again, I didn’t think it was a big deal for him to move in. I mean, this was Nairobi, right? I knew my mother wouldn’t approve, so I didn’t tell her, because I am a big girl. I send her money, after all, don’t I? That was enough.
![Awards are nice. They are good for your confidence and ego. Which may sound vain, until you meet an artist with low self esteem. It’s the pits; you lack confidence so you don’t create, and when you don’t create you feel worthless, and when you feel unworthy your confidence dips even further. And then the cycle continues.
So it would be nice to win something to remind you that you’re good. But awards don’t mean you’re a better artist. Just means your work connects to more people than the next artist. I hope that makes sense.
When I saw I had been nominated to the Pulse Awards, I went through the list and then I saw my work partner is also nominated. @GufyDox, that is. We work together. I have won [and lost]my fair share of awards, so I think he should have this one. He has the lead, but it’s close.
And this is not an act of charity, he actually takes amazing images. Most of the photos of me, are by him. Even this drone shot is by him. He flies, I direct, he shoots, I do the post production. It works for us. This is for me as much as it is for him.
So go to the link in my bio. Click it and keep voting for him. How about it?](https://scontent-frt3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.29350-15/242429051_2611734745789587_6804436210938193608_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-5&_nc_sid=8ae9d6&_nc_ohc=Crwf_Y65NNoAX-k1BHK&_nc_ht=scontent-frt3-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&oh=c5df7f9e2550d67e5905a423807b5e25&oe=61779E18 "Awards are nice. They are good for your confidence and ego. Which may sound vain, until you meet an artist with low self esteem. It’s the pits; you lack confidence so you don’t create, and when you don’t create you feel worthless, and when you feel unworthy your confidence dips even further. And then the cycle continues.
So it would be nice to win something to remind you that you’re good. But awards don’t mean you’re a better artist. Just means your work connects to more people than the next artist. I hope that makes sense.
When I saw I had been nominated to the Pulse Awards, I went through the list and then I saw my work partner is also nominated. @GufyDox, that is. We work together. I have won [and lost]my fair share of awards, so I think he should have this one. He has the lead, but it’s close.
And this is not an act of charity, he actually takes amazing images. Most of the photos of me, are by him. Even this drone shot is by him. He flies, I direct, he shoots, I do the post production. It works for us. This is for me as much as it is for him.
So go to the link in my bio. Click it and keep voting for him. How about it?")
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It is a place where modernity takes a rest, made of makuti and mkeka, and to shower you have to manually fill a bucket and then hoist it up in the air with a rope. Primal living in a remote island.
In the evenings, they light up a fire by the beach. A beach that goes on and on like a story with no end. The waters are a different shade of blue. That night the half-moon stole the show from the stars and dark blue skies. Created a kind of rainbow around it; as if someone had poured kerosene on the clouds. You could decide to stay on the beach all night, and anyone would understand.
Be that as it may, I have also seen a pier that pierced the sea and thought of taking a leap…then went ahead and did it. Tossed myself in the air without a care in the world, and while doing a flip, I have thought of all the ways to describe the feeling freedom without trying too hard.
I tasted salt before I could find the words.
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It is a place where modernity takes a rest, made of makuti and mkeka, and to shower you have to manually fill a bucket and then hoist it up in the air with a rope. Primal living in a remote island.
In the evenings, they light up a fire by the beach. A beach that goes on and on like a story with no end. The waters are a different shade of blue. That night the half-moon stole the show from the stars and dark blue skies. Created a kind of rainbow around it; as if someone had poured kerosene on the clouds. You could decide to stay on the beach all night, and anyone would understand.
Be that as it may, I have also seen a pier that pierced the sea and thought of taking a leap…then went ahead and did it. Tossed myself in the air without a care in the world, and while doing a flip, I have thought of all the ways to describe the feeling freedom without trying too hard.
I tasted salt before I could find the words.
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