First blog post

This is the post excerpt.


°Here’s the first step of a thousand miles yet to be covered…°


🙋Hey there😊…

can we talk about the sky

the moon and the stars 

how the light from the sun stirs

thoughts of harmony and rage

can we place our hopes for a better world in writing

can we construct a statement

to bring enlightment

that being you is perfect

that accepting another

as they are has an effect

on making the world a better place~Ngugi

Before one executes an idea there are several drives that could prompt the move. They range from need for self-actualization to reaching out to people. Having a blog is an idea I have had long since I realized writing could make a positive impact on peoples lives. That and the craving to let people understand some factors that affect all of us directly or indirectly.

Journey to beyond will range from poetry to short stories to anything that words can become.

The inspiration ranges from personal experiences to encounters with other people and their experiences. Therefore if you happen to have a matter out there reach-out to your homegirl .

Lets crawl, walk, run, fly, sail, however as long as we get to beyond.


Reina sonriente

I am looking

Looking to spread to this goodness

Goodness that’s tapped from souls of good intentions

Intentions to make tomorrow a better day
I am looking

Looking forward to times

Times where opportunities won’t be lined up based on one’s gender

Gender nor background nor ethnicity won’t matter

Matter like what one has to bring to the table

I am looking

Looking to hold this much joy

Joy that there’s peace

Peace that’s unending

I am looking for you to flourish and be happy

Looking forward to this immense joy here being a constant even on heavy days

Days that lack ways seemingly to make it to the other end

I am looking…

Looking towards progress

Progress that gives a rise to a better tomorrow

Tomorrow that has you accepting things in the past that may not have power to alter

Power to alter but strength to overcome and stand tall

Will you look with me?❤

Model: Alvin Rita Mwende✨ dame wa nguvu✨💪

Queen Latifah in her book “Put on your crown” says

Inside every woman there’s a queen, and you owe it to her and to God to do everything in your power to live your most fulfilled and happy life. Don’t let the moments pass you by. Let your inner queen’s voice come through loud and clear. Be strong, be authentic, be you, and you’ll do her proud.

Reina sonriente is Spanish for smiling queen👑👸

Just another piece inspired by a smile thank you for letting me use the picture.

Hello Autumn

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.~F Scott Fitzgerald.


Onto memories, moments

Counting them down from days to hours to the smallest portion of minutes

Replaying laughter, jokes, stories, slogans shared

Visualizing facials, gestures and movements made as reflexes; stares with eyes boring into each other

Just hanging

Trying to make meaning of it all

It ended too soon

Or came to a halt without notice

Should there be signs or alerts that a heart is about to break

Should there be stages in letting go

Where the system says…

We notice slight changes and the forecast says interests have shifted and feelings no longer exist or…

We notice it’s time you come to terms with note having them around physically

You can only have them in your heart because maybe just maybe it would stop us

It would hold us back from looking for every piece of them in those they’ve left behind

And we’d look within ourselves for everything they meant to us

Instead of just hanging

Onto the last of everything we shared

But that’s just how it is right it’s what makes a bond solid

The ache that sears within and without

Drawing the curtains onto every glimmer

And it feels like hanging~Ngugi

I have not shared my writing in a while I would like to apologize for that first. I will be telling how it all happened slowly and in due time.

Meanwhile, I would like to thank my late granny Alice may her soul rest in peace, for being my muse even after departing.

This particular piece is basically inspired by what it actually feels like a mixture of glad she is not in pain and goodness gracious… she is gone for good!! The journey of coming to terms.
I wouldn’t know where to begin to tell about her. If empathy had a goal, it would have been her, reserved but shared her wisdom when required.She remains a hero to us for fighting Dementia for a long while . I cannot thank her enough for sparking a passion in mental health.
The point of this blog is not to derive pity or to say words I never got to tell her; it is to reach out to a grieving soul; whether for the loss of a loved one to death or to misunderstanding that seem to be beyond amendment, not even a proper goodbye.

I hope you find peace. I hope as you think of the million and one ways things would be better than they are or you’d have spent time better with them, you learn to let yourself live a life free of regret.
Whether you got to see them before they rested in peace: or you made them leave: or you just cannot get over what they put you through, I hope you summon the courage to accept the situation as is.It is hard and it will hurt no way to escape that. Let it. As long as it doesn’t leave you hanging.

Love and light.💖✨


If you have time to whine and complain about something then you have the time to do something about it~ Anthony J. D’Angelo.


Least you become an outcast

Eyes struck by tears

Body held together by fears

Oh yes they steer the dos

And don’ts

The how not to and what not to and the why not to

In case I forget to

Run and hide from the hope’s glimmers

It’s just a moment of shimmers

Then back to darkness

I want to scream but will you listen

I want to cry but will you perceive

The desperate cries of on who’s different receive


our place is out and away from the rest until we learn to comply

gnash in loneliness until we master the art of comply

to silence to the norm.


Monachopsis is the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Now being out of place could happen in so many situations but it all narrows down to being different whether its in opinion, ideals; thoughts; choices; behavior.

This is from varying aspects of life some that we are born into like gender: others that we are raised into such as culture and morals: others that we pick for ourselves such as preferences of music.
Basically in that lengthy statement I was pointing out on DIVERSITY.

Its human nature to be afraid of what we do not know or understand.
That basically ends up in guys hurdling up to forge a sort of movement against what the are not about or not.

Therefore everything ends up being like a revolution to compete on who gets what they stand for heard even if its at the expense of another.

With that…battle of the sexes continues, misunderstanding of races. intolerance of tribes all the way to having different body shapes and sizes. All we are doing is , making each other monachopsis.

The truth is in order to make one feel oppressed or to feel oppressed one is a misfit. The moment we understand that differences don’t set up apart they make us beautiful… I mean would the 🌈 rainbow fascinate if it was one color?

Yes we are one…You and I regardless of beliefs, culture, opinions, gender, race, ethnicity, height, body size and shape… Beyond all that we are humans. Maya Angelou says…

No matter what the difference is.. It shouldn’t stop us from journeying beyond. No monachopsis❤


You’re afraid to let yourself be happy because you know it never lasts.~ J. B

Yes, I am afraid of the dark,
Ever since I felt the devil’s nails scratch my back,
And the demon faces could never stop invading my night;
They carry their knives
Taunting this feeble life
Of mine,
Trying to make me go blind
And not see the pleasure of happiness waft scents of hopelessness
Blow winds of terror. Remind me that I am nothing…. but a horror
So everything will wither
As long as it went through my palms
Don’t get me wrong I intended no harm
But the dark spells out fear
Someone with shears?
Shred this wool let me see the light. Anyone with a flashlight I could borrow your light
To shine over my plight
I am afraid of the dark~ Sleeky&Nemo

Eccedentesiast refers to someone who hides pain behind a smile.

Do you have a brain? Is it healthy? Do you know what being mentally healthy is all about?

Mental health is an issue that has been echoed very much this year in an effort to fight the stigma accompanied with mental illnesses as well as myths. First and foremost;

Yes there is an official month for mental health. It good to note that as far as one has a mind honey you had better cared for your mental health. It is defined as a level of psychological wellness or absence of mental illness that is functioning at a satisfactory level of emotional and behavioral adjustment.

Mental health can be disrupted by issues going down in one’s life. Technically from the description of who knew is in an example of three things (I will use myself as the subject matter)

1. I am a female.

2. I am a student.

3. I am a Kenyan.

The above three points are basic things that could cause stress as one proceeds to break them down;

I being a female has the question of societal expectations that one learns as they grow up some are unnecessary and seem okay because they have been practised from the days of my ancestors. The radar used to know if one is ideal. It goes both ways being a male too.

Being a student you are under pressure of performing; assignments; enjoying your youth; maintaining a healthy social life; so as to make something of yourself and your time. Now don’t get me wrong passing is good but how you get there can become a lot to handle at times probably you are doing I course you don’t like or other aspects such as fees are distracting.

Lastly was your country issues going on such as unrest could foster an environment of fear and uncertainty; the economy being higher than you left it yester night could be an issue can you afford a meal to have; a roof over your head?

The point am driving home is that mental health affects you and I; thus we shouldn’t be scared of talking about it rather be curious of finding out ways to stay healthy mentally. Let’s journey together from being eccedentesiast to being insouciant

I will exhaust as many issues as I can here for better understanding.

Meanwhile loves🖤 stay healthy wholesomely.


Have you ever had

To unlearn someone

At one point you thought they were the one

And the lights go out

Curtains close

You have to unlearn every line of the play

Every line you would have sang even in your sleep

You have to let it slip

Like restore settings for a phone or laptop or that gadget with a virus

How do you turn over a new leaf when memories are engraved to it

And time

Time sips 🍵 it’s cup of chocolate watching telling you it will heal you

The longer it takes feels like it will kill you

Have you ever had to unlearn someone

Maybe it’s time you learnt a new play

“Living without them”

The brain heart body mind and soul will resist

But you have to persist

Sing it dance it recite it

Till every letter reassures you that the hustle and tussle of holding on to an outdated play isn’t worth it

It may be a classic but suited for the archives

And maybe just maybe

This new play will be the joy that flows and makes you sway

Shall we learn the new play? ~Nemo

Petrichor is the wonderful smell in the air after its been raining.

Love and heartbreaks have been sang about over and over since time immemorial. They feel like thunder and hail storms; end of every beautiful thing or a new beginning with no clue of where or how to start😨😨.

Each story may be different yet relatable. The same story will always have two sides; one will seem more justified or believable than another. It may leave wounds that may take a while to heal; in turn result to scars; that may take their precious time to accept.

I won’t call it life or say it happens or say there’s more fish in the sea… I will call it a chapter in this book of life that you had to write whether the ending was good or not but before you flip the page my dear; make a summary of the lessons.

Not forgetting to note:

“Until you get comfortable with being alone, you will never know if you’re choosing someone for love or loneliness.”~Mandy Hale.

So love when you feel you can stand the rain and the thunder scares you… Don’t forget the Petrichor is on its way; so enjoy it while it lasts.😊


Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve~J.K Rowling

P.c 📷 Iswerve🔥

Breathe just breathe

It’s days such as this

You look back and smile

As you mile in nostalgia

Of every nerve muscle and ounce of you it took

How times such as these shook you

Till you wonder if it’s really worth

So breathe just breathe

It’s not the last but a continuation of many to come

So keep calm

And breathe

Take in every moment as it unfolds

Take note of how hazy the vision gets

So when you get to look back

You will grin with pleasure that it was worth

So let the games continue

Just don’t forget to breathe~Ngugi

Cc: Sleeky

From projects to work; goals to dreams; aspirations to needs of self actualisation. Each person has something they are working round the clock to see it grow as well as succeed. It gets to a point that it drains too much and you start wondering whether it is worth the hustle😣🙄 you are 👌 that close to disregarding it all “Bora uhai shenanigans😂” meaning all that matters is life. I won’t hit you with the remember why you began but truth is it only gets better and if it doesn’t honey you get better.

You understand yourself and the extremes you can go under pressure. Hey hey before you roll your eyes😂 think about it such times drive you to the lowest and it feels like there little or no progress; if there is any you wonder what’s it for but at these times you learn how to get yourself in order.

How to breathe under water so don’t panic just RESPIRER!

De nuevo.

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious  of our treasures~ anonymous

    Photo by @deeneezoh  Model@254_troy

The last time I felt loved

I was holding a little one in my arms

The little one was of a gender highly affiliated to heartless beings

For their ruthless nature of handling many of my kind

Females just feeble and extremely gullible

But this particular time I felt loved sincerely

Yes I wasn’t pardoned from the many “you are my one” …”I would catch a grenade for you” statements

And sweet nothing’s that make you think you are his world

Only for reality to hit you that you were just a small village with no hope of development

The last time I felt loved 

I had a little one in arms

And his genuine little smile 

Caressed every wound left behind

In a battle to guard what was never mine

The innocent chuckle swept over the scars of my broken heart 

It reminded me that for a heart to be broken it must have loved

For it to heal it must let go 

It must learn the art of welcoming another

The last time I felt loved 

A little one was in my arms

And I craddled him to sleep

He reminded me that these arms could have truly clung on a pathological liar

But that doesn’t render them unworthy of a truthful one

They were still a safe haven of some sort

So the last time I felt loved 

I held a little one in my arms

He was of a gender I affiliate to beautiful creatures 

That sometimes their insecurities overflow to others

And they smear them on you

The burden of finding the man they are becomes heavy 

And some choose to toss it on you 

And you change yourself to fit their want

It breaks you

But that doesn’t mean all are the same

Yet to understand this you have to risk it all again

Maybe this time it won’t be the last you feel loved~Ngugi

To be human is to love even when it gets too much~ Sia(To be human)

Have you even been attached to a pet or a toy and even if you “grow out of it” you cant necesarily give it up. Then again life been life you have to part with it. What is left behind is a wound. Each person has a thing, things, a person or people they hold closely to their heart. The closer one gets; the more you get rid of any caution that your attachment could lead to you getting hurt at one point.

 I mean who doesn’t like a good thing lasting forever?

However losses come and one has to find a way to pick up but before getting there one has to come to terms with been broken.

A heart that’s broke is a heart that has been loved~Ed sheeran.(supermarket flowers)

In instances you lose a loved one or irreconcilable differences arise so the relationship has to end; its likely to feel like part of you has left. This is because to love is to make room for another. Sometimes it makes you hostile to anything affiliated no matter how slightly to the memories you have and at times you choose to forget even if it means forcing oneself. It could leave you vulnerable to mental instability the likes of anxiety, depression, phobias among others we shall exhaust later on.

The thing about being broken means saying goodbye. Letting go is a process with its set of difficulties and trying again to make room seems close to impossible. Then again on the bright side…

It let’s you see where you neglected yourself and in the case of losing a loved one the positive things they left with you make you even better but only if you let them.

 De nuevo is Spanish for again. That is letting another person or another thing say a failed attempt in something; having a go at it once more. The truth of the matter is it won’t be guaranteed to be hurt free but neither is locking yourself out.

Let it spark de nuevo❤👼