This is the story of how I came to be a city girl, the evolution of a small town girl into a whole revolution. Every small town girls dream is to move to the big city. Every ghetto girls dream is to live across town in the big houses with eternally green lawns and endless…

Whose grief is this?

Being an emphath is difficult during the best of times. We feel everything. Deeply. We often catch feelings that are not ours, literally. The sickness of the world sometimes leaves us doubled up in pain, our own bodies torn apart by it. As the world reels from the effects of the virus known as COVID-19,…

Broken Things

Love is a beautiful thing, no doubt. And one of the biggest blessings of our lives is the sheer abundance of love we can experience from family, strangers who friends and others just passing through our lives. But human beings are complex broken things too. Many times their jagged edges cut us as we try…

Pieces of me

Sometimes she felt like mourning herself. Holding a memorial with all the pieces of her that broke, withered and died

For all the women

This one is for all the womenAll the women in meAll the women in the worldAll the women in the struggleHearts so scarred by love and life they have lost count Who is counting the wounds? Not I! Every one worn with bravery like a badge of honourI made it throughI survivedI sacrificed Who is…


may you blossom again like a field after the rain may you sprout anew may your roots run deep you were made for this

Notes to self – Unbusy

Beware the barrenness of a busy life. It’s a life unlived. In a world that glorifies busyness make it your business to truly live. Stop. And breathe