A Curated Collection of stories, photos and creative works.
My, journey, my story, my impact.
Tell them and if they don’t listen, tell them again.
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A story of not self.
Every memory I have had of her has been a fond one. She was the light of a home perched on the slopes of Mt Elgon. Her humble yet lively abode. Taken forcefully from her father’s home and given over to a man I would never meet. She would be one of the wives to my late grandfather. Even then, she took what life gave her and squeezed all the juice out of it. My grandmother was never one to mince her words. She told it as it was.
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Eye on it.
I had a German Shepherd once. We named him Tiger. Standing at about 2 ft tall, golden brown fur, full set of teeth and sharpest senses I ever saw on a dog. Tiger carried himself like a lion at the head of a pride. He was the laziest yet somehow managed to be the healthiest canine in our home. He had a pull factor about him. All the other dogs wanted to be with him, if not like him.
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Storm Chaser
I always wonder how a soft breeze turns into a tornado. The one that usually brings with it a whirl wind of emotions. Only the brave become storm chasers. Sometimes I feel like one driving straight into the jaws of my greatest fears. It feels like a death wish. The uncertainties are innumerable. The cost is sky high. Yet no matter how hard I fight I still come to the same conclusion. Drive into the storm. I need this storm.
CREATE . INSPIRE . RETHINK .
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