LOADS TO SAY...

 Well. I was busy minding my bizz. Playing my favourite pastime Eurotruck. Damn that game is everything. From hard, to demanding, to stressful, to fulfilling and... well I have no particular word for it. Then I was just wondering, should I just write? Cause somehow it calms me down. I'm not mad or anything. I'm not even sad or happy I'm just in the inbetween. I don't really have anyone I wanna talk to at the moment so I'll talk to the eyes that have been with me since I started writing.

I was playing, listening to the good tunes and this random thought just came to me. Actually so many random thoughts came to me. Because my mind is a textbook of thoughts. I was wondering, why I like the boys I'm attracted to, what caused it? I was also wondering what events led to my thought process ending up the way it is. Because my mind is a movie. I've acted so many things in my head and I've succeeded in some but failed in others. I've even played out a couple of death scenes in my head, my own death. Don't let that terrify you, the thought just really really gets me going. 

Just the other day, I came off my comfort zone. Literally. Damn. I was so comfortable doing the wrong things. All the wrong things. Things that I was sure either irritated me or made me mad or things that just made me sorry for my existence. But like I said before, I'm done with that negative ish. Tihihi, I don't normally say ish I just think it's interesting. TMI? Hell nah. Haha this is my blog so go with it😏.

But then one thought that's lingered for days, is why do we behave the way we behave? I mean. We  clearly know talking shit about someone we dislike is wrong but we still do it. I came off my comfort zone so smoothly I'm wondering why I never did it earlier on. Maybe I wasn't ready for the change. Maybe I convinced myself that staying the way I was I'd maybe find happiness in the exact same way. INSANITY. LITERALLY. So why do we do it?

Let's use the foul word fat. Say I am fat. Now, I have had friends who'd console me about the same. Still do. Telling me so loudly so passionately, 

'Be comfortable in your own skin. Love yourself. You are beautiful. What they say doesn't matter.' 

Wanna know the mediocre part of it all. In the evening when I go through their statuses, I randomly come across memes that make fun of fat people. Or memes that belittle fat people. And a couple of laughing emojis. Kwanza zile zenye ziuanguka kwa floor juu ya vile meme ni funny yaani. Wah! Ogopa! 

Why did they do it? I ask myself. Why are you telling me that which you don't believe yourself. Why do we do it? Why do we manipulate yet when we are manipulated we are totally and utterly defensive. We say out loud, aki sijafanyiwa poa. Yet, yet, you just did that to someone else. 

Kwanza this one makes me laugh so hard. When a guy comes and tells me how he hates girls who cheat. Damn. Ata karibu ararue mtoto wa wenyewe ngozi juu ya vile "Nairobi" girls are super reckless. Fucking every Tom, Dick and Harry. But then, the same same nigg, gets into a relationship and is hitting on you so vigorously unaeza dhani anataka kukuoa. Why??????

We preach so so much water but we are still the same ones drinking bitter choking whiskey. Why?Another thing. Girls. We see all the warning signs, yaani in bold. This guy totally doesn't like you. Doesn't respect you. But we still there creeping telling ourselves some foul lies of how they are still adjusting to the relationship, when the only thing adjusting is the direction their dicks erect. I mean why?

Hypocrites is what we are. It's a general word and so many of us need to stop being hypocritical. Fr fr. Don't feign loyalty when immediately a problem arises, you don't bother to find out both sides of the story. Or quick to post the rumors you just figured out on your story without finding out the truth. Apo saa izo umeexclude mtu unasengenya kuona. If you're so confident about your crap, why are you hiding?

Shall we all step out of our comfort zones? Shall we? Can we stop creating casualties and acting like helpless victims when we go through the same? Can we just make it peaceful for everyone? Can we please just mind our own business if it does not involve us in any way? 

I understand 'udaku' is sweet. But if you love it so much, why not learn to hold hurtful information. Not unless it's information that will build your fellow friend. Or foe. 

Well, I know this particular piece didn't have a particular direction and I know, words really do fall on deaf ears. Eyes, in this particular case. But I was just wondering really. Why do we do it? 

Can people really change? 

I don't know. And I never will. But it was interesting writing this down. 

All in all, let's be good peeps. It costs nothing guys, really. Free for all. No one's angry and everyone ends up happy.🤭

DEATH

 

 

I believe this is where you can say, I had you in the first half, ngl. Because well you'll see. I remember going on a hiatus a couple months ago. Came back, wrote a piece on what makes people tick. Didn't get that much viewership but I'm still grateful for the eyes that skimmed through my work. And now here I am, presenting you a topic that most prefer to avoid.

Have you ever thought about death? If so, do tell🤭. You know where to find me. I know when I used to carry depression on my back daily, it was always there staring at me. You know, I had the guts and the reason. I would've gone for it. Only hitch is that I'm not gonna let the people who I love and clearly love me back suffer because I couldn't handle my own pain. And funny because I came across requited love just recently. And I'm not talking the romantic type, no. I went and got myself a whole family. Yeah yeah I'll never get tired of talking about it.

So you might be wondering, what exactly is it that I mean when I name this piece death. What comes with death? Are you thinking? Probably not cause I'm supposed to be coming up with the answers for you. Otherwise why the hell would you be reading this? With death, comes new life. Yes. New life stems from death.

Not a new baby. No. I mean your life is going to change when  someone close to you dies. Why? Because that part of your life just got curved out. Let's get closer, shall we? 

Imagine losing your own child. Tragic. Because the one that was once part of you, literally came from you is gone. And now, you are presented with the task of living different. Because your usual routine that involved your dear one, can't exist anymore. 

I chose death. I chose to kill off everything that was weighing me down and I buried it deep inside the earth. What exactly is it that I killed? I killed worry. I killed depression. I killed suicidal thoughts. I killed care for that which does not deserve my care. I killed it all. And for the first time in my life, I chose to live.

I saw myself in the eyes of many. The eyes of the critics because everything that can talk, can criticize. They say all the ugly things and that's exactly how i lived. Say person A called me weak, I'd assume the form and grow weak. Say person B called me fat, I'd feed on all that was wrong and satisfy the appeal of my mind that said, that's who I am. Say person C called me ugly, I'd always sweat up when a sexy stranger walked by in case they spat on my face. Annoying right? I mean, nilikuwa ninaSTRUGGLE!

But then, I took a break from reality. Yes, after coming back from dissociation I was still a lil bit sad. But it's all gone now. Because now, I simply ask myself, why not? I mean. If some mean asshole comes up to my face and is displeased with what I wear or how I talk, why should I be mad? Why not be happy? Their loss. They could close their eyes if their field of view is getting distorted because of your presence. 

I asked myself, all those tears I cried, aren't they enough? I told myself that I've cried all the tears for my future and so I should make sure I shed my tears only at the loss of life, see I chose death. I did. Because, why should someone, who's already forgotten all the insults they hurled at your face the minute you're gone, be tormenting you? Why? They don't matter. You don't share a bed or a life or a mind sis. I mean son. Why? 

I have wasted so many opportunities to grow and be filthy rich at the moment. Why? Because of my mind. Because I let all those insults pile and pile when I could be using my picture perfect memory to remember all the times I was happy. 

Right now, we trampling on these bitches. We doing this. We trampling on niggz that think their stupidity is going to weigh you down. We trampling on bitches who only run their mouth and have only good bodies to offer. We trampling on rude men, mean ladies, entitled asses, and useless tramps who only find joy in other people's demise. Because without the power to make you feel bad, they are just noisy empty trash cans that need to be thrown out. You dig?

If you live right, in your own eyes. If your soul is satisfied. If you have just one, you don't even need that many. Just one person, who appreciates you for who you are, then you are enough. You rock! You rule! You are the epitome of happiness because you deserve it. You live right. And you also deserve love. 

Don't you think?😊💜❤

WHAT MAKES YOU TICK?

WHAT MAKES YOU TICK????

At a point in time, around a week or two weeks ago, I randomly asked, "What makes you tick?"

So of course the question was sent out to a couple of decent numbers, and the answers were mind blowing to say the least. I expected less but instead i got much to ramble on and on about.

It's an odd question if you ask me. What exactly was my intent huh. As random as the question is, is exactly as random as the thought. The question has so many perspectives. Like are you asking me for an upfront answer?

Are you asking me to answer what moves me to so much negative energy or aura? 

(😹😹), for my tiny anime audience.

Or is it that you're asking me what makes me smile with such a warm embrace.

I don't know! Just tell me what you thought of as you heard the question.

So the answers came in. One of them was quite familiar. I know maybe quite most of you relate. Huge assumption there but i guess we go with what we get. 

FOOD!

Food makes me tick. Just the sweet ecstasy when that piece of good chicken lands on your tongue. That intense moment. That, "Damn, eating out today was quite the pay off" type of vibe. That moment your teeth grind over and over again as you devour the sweet sensation on your tongue. Licking your lips to make sure you don't miss any taste. Sparing no room for waste. Chewing that bone and leaving it raw. Sucking on your thumb because it got most of the action. Of course assuming you wash well😏. 

And I was bought. Because food does make me tick in various ways. Most especially after herb, puffs and munchies. But that's nuff about me. Let's head over to another answer.

LOUD CHEWERS! TOUCHEY FEELY UNPROVOKED HUMANS!!! 

Uuuggghhhh! Just the sound of it makes it so blegh! I mean why don't you keep the noise to your mouth. We are also enjoying ourselves. Why so boasty? That scrunchy noise in a silent peaceful environment. I don't know about you, but is a no for me. Well, relate much. Cause I did. I mean, some things make your mind and stomach crawl in different directions. Then those human beings who just cannot seem to keep their hands to themselves. I mean there is a reason consent exists. There is a reason hands are an extension of your body. Because that's where they should remain unless indicated otherwise. Ish, too much negative energy right, let's go to the next beauty.

MUSIC!!!!

My people, my people. Music makes people tick. Well I'll be damned if I say I don't belong to people. Music is a gift given to us by our ears. Music is the melody nature provides. The moment good vibrations are a wonderful bass track land on your ears. The moment those carefully scripted words leave our favorite artists' mouths. Damn. The way goosebumps linger on our skin when we hear that soul piercing note just carefully delivered. And the electronic gift that is ear phones. The minute that good high is flowing in your body and just the right songs are booming in your ears. That momentary close of your eyes. I mean if you don't do music, I don't know. Music is like a need, well, for me. Music most definitely makes me tick just as much as it does you.

SMELLY PEOPLE!!!!

Foooo!!! Take a shower son! Sis it doesn't feel too good. Perfumes and cologne really do exist. Why you coming to me when I'm vibing good in the morning with some wack ass stench from last week. I mean brother, you might shower but are your clothes clean too??? Why are you doing this to our innocent noses. I mean the lecturer can mumble but all I hear is, "Stenchy, dirty socks, wet shoes, damp clothing and sweat behind you". It's definitely too much. This is a one on one special. Buy soap! Sabuni, dawa la roho. At least make life peaceful not deadly. Talking about it is already making my skin crawl so moving on...

Now shall we head over to me. What makes your dear author tick?

PURPLE!!! 

The simple color purple. Purple is a color close to my heart. Not for any particular reason. But for so many reasons. The image theme for this post for instance. The title. An image I came across when I was browsing my dear beauty color. Why does purple make me tick? I mean. Maybe its because of how immediately peaceful I become after staring at it for too long. It's like God's personal gift for my eyes. When I see purple, ...forget the philosophy. I just fuck heavy with purple. I mean, why the hell not. 

It's the simple things in life that makes us happy. It is also the simple things in life that make us lash out. This is simply living. I mean we need all our emotions to pass off as a human being. At least one that feels. So whatever it is that rubs you off the right or the wrong way. It's what makes you you. 

I'm not so sure I included all the answers I got here. But I had my laugh and a fair share of good chats with those who came to me. And for this I say thank you. 

Jah bless.

AS I LAY,...

I wanted to write. Needed to write. Maybe it's partly because, I feel like i present my words in a clearer way. In a maybe captivating way. Because when i'm not being insecure, I'm prolly having the time of my life. Believing in myself. But I do believe that at times, you need to give it a break. And it's a well deserved one. For once, I want to stop thinking and just do.  And that means making the decisions I was once afraid to make. Not afraid of the consequences. Because sometimes, these same consequences make me into who I am.

So, to the few fans I garnered during my writing period. Need I say, my first writing period? Well I guess you don't have to worry. I'm just taking a very much needed hiatus. In my life, I've realized that the best decisions I made, happen when I'm away from everyone else. In my own world. And everything comes in phases, might be presumptuous to say that you are all aware of this. But, I am learning to make my world work in this world and my oh my I'm excited for what's in my future.

They say even the greatest know when they need to give it a rest, or they need to hold the strangely strong bull by it's horns and take initiative. Make it your slave. Be it's master. Be the director of your own life. With God of course, otherwise it's all merely worthless. But side note to the non-believers, yes it can happen to you too. I mean in the end we are all human. And if someone once achieved it we all damn can.

Who knows, maybe my next blog, will be about someone writing about me. Who knows, maybe the next time, I'll try to improve the reading culture. Maybe making a publishing company , who knows?  Success isn't limited. One thing I know for sure, again even though it's overrated, friendships are important. If you have one worth holding on to, don't fuck it up son. Sis take control of the situation and embrace loyalty.

True happiness, as I believe, is when you are generous with your smiles. Kind words. Tiny actions. Just be there for people, and the feeling of joy will overwhelm you. Well again, it's always a personal choice. But if you ever want to, get the temptation to, feel the urge to try, living like that... give it a try. Besides, it really is not life threatening.

Pain always seems bad, but not always. Pain heals too. Because then if you get unlucky once again to face it, it doesn't hurt as much as before. And this means, you don't and won't think about giving up. Besides once you climb that ladder, there's only one way up. And since you've seen the bottom, you climb clearly steered careful not to go back to that horrific place.

Otherwise, my dear readers, please take a moment and smile. Don't go ignoring me now, are you smiling? You sure? Najua one of you is prolly still thinking this is really stupid. But it isn't. You are smiling right now, right? Now was that so hard? I know you can't be lying to me...Umesmile?

I know...it felt good. And if you were happy even before choosing to read this paragraph, i'm sure it kinda felt refreshing. Yes, this is me sharing my smile with you. Because, I am so grateful for you. If it wasn't for you then my blog would've been useless.

Well again, this is not goodbye. This is me going to the abyss to overthrow it and create a way out. Because if lil miss Blvck can stop feeling like a worthless person, then you can also step out of depression. And i am going to be there walking with you. And let's make our lives into movies. I know I'm ready for the final stage to heading into my happy ending.

Confused...of course I can write positive. Besides it's not always raining, rainbows are pretty too. And they come between the sun and the rain. That feeling of assurance. You have it all under control. All you can do for me now, is spend the rest of your day happy. Be happy...

CONVERSATIONS IN THE DARK

So my  main characters are my demons and I.

My demons: Hi Blvck. I've always liked that name. It makes, you and I blend. Catch my drift?

Blvck: Oh no!? :/ What do you want now!??

My demons: Oh Blvck darlings you don't have to look so sad. I thought you were used to me by now. Because, you know, you kinda suck.

Blvck: I know I do but I don't need you to remind me every single day.

My demons: oh come on honey you know this is exactly how it is. You know that you just cant keep your mind off things. You always bounce back when you see me. You kinda like it here...

Blvck: Come on! You think I like it here. You see I don't know if  something is messing with my head or not. I dont know I'm gonna be alive that long. But choosing to live like this. You think it's a choice and I admire you for that. Because you are what is eating me up.

My demons: come on. I'm sure you're used to it. I kinda like you like this. You know... pathetic and sad. And it's alarming because I just got you from a wonderful night. You had the chance to share your problems. You had the chance to be happy but I ate you didn't I!!

Blvck: I wish you didn't create the hvrt in me. But you're right about one thing. I lost a chance. But I bet I'm gonna create it again. Bet!!!!

My demons: Oh please honey, you???? You mean YOU... HAHA oh Lord you're being serious. You need to get a hold of the situation. You fuck up. Big time. So many times. You have no idea how many people pity you from a distance. Hell you don't even look that ideal.

Blvck: Will you fucking shut upppppp!!!!!!!

My demons: Guess you should do us all a favour and kill yourself!!! I mean what good is it that you got to offer. What!!???? A kind heart. What??? Generosity....or what is it???!! Huh??? FORGIVENESS!!! Haha bitch you must be crazy. Hell you're listening to me. You're a fucked up person.

Blvck: Listen here bitch it's not like I don't know. It's  just, sometimes...

My demons: Apapap... nah honey...no more excuses. You're just a sorry ass bitch who needs to learn when to give up. You need to let go!!! You're worthless. Take a chill and a pill or 2. You need to loosen up. Maybe try 10 and sleep for eternity.

Blvck: Will you please leave me alone???? I'm tired...

IT BURNS

I was supposed to come up with some... metaphorical story for you. Some fantasy. But my blog is about pain. So let me serve it to your raw. I want you to have a taste of what authentic pain is.

You see, you're born into what society calls, a perfect family. People see the cars you had when all that was present was tiny. People see the phone. People smell the scent. People see the outlook. But people more often than not... side line the person. The person isn't there. It's a shadow. Or maybe it isn't. Maybe it's a human with too much garbage going on. Everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

You see being happy is always an option. No beauties of the world. Brothers and sisters this is what we call dictatorship. Where the society was the dictator and the families were the enforcers. Ever wondered how it felt to be surrounded by pain.

You're lucky if you were young to have been allowed to go out and play. Better you who'd go out to socialise. I was locked down. I lived in a shell for 17 good great years of my life. I knew no one outside and no one outside knew me. Except for that one time. There was normally that one time. When the outside world becomes present. I mean... I finally lay foot in town...and I'm not talking Nairobi. I lay foot in Ngong town. Without the presence of my mother.

But this was before the accident. Bet you didn't see that coming. I almost died. Dear blvck tasted a near death experience. That movie scene that gives you a big sigh because the protagonist didn't die. I felt it. But I came back thinking like Jeff Colby in Dynasty. And there it hit me. I thought that life was gonna get better because you know, I survived death. 

All the bullying I experienced in the early years of my life. I knew it was all over. But mama no. Mama the bullying i went through wasn't physical. They didn't cut me or bruise me physically. No mama they tortured me. They tortured my mind. They made sure I got the memo that I meant nothing. Mama they killed my will to have confidence in myself. 

And that's where it started. The dreaded suicide thoughts. Jesus... please accept those souls in heaven because you saw how humans can be. You felt the pain. You have to understand. Suicide isn't a choice. It's a gun to the head because of mental issues. Because of your darkest demons. But people naively call suicidal people stupid. Fuck you for being ignorant. I hope God touches your soul and you really get to be human. Suicide might hurt both parties...but the demons inside the head of your children, friends and family killed them. And where were you??? Huh. 

You see people come up with long statuses of how bad it hurts....but it's considered attention giving. But when booze, weed or some local free party comes up... y'all lined up with your RIPs and love emojis yet ignoring was your best suit. God I fear the people who show love upon death. That shows the degree of pity they had for you. Which is close to nil. 

But people don't care. Whether it's a rape or 2, or it's a broken abusive relationship. No! People don't  care if it's a slap on the cheek or a whisper in your ear. People don't care if you're crying, blood shot eyes cause maybe you're too much to handle. 

I'm bad at checking up on people. Because that's not something I was taught growing up. It was all you have to be perfect. You have to be this...you have to be that. Growing around negativity kind of does that to you. And trying to be apologetic because of it is just nuts. 

You weren't there were you. Were you in me to feel how it felt. Did you ask??? Oh...she must be lying. I guess it's normal for a fat person to go through that. I mean did you see her. Yo, you need to work out... not because it's "healthy" but because I need a trophy I can represent. 

Goddamnit I said it. Being ghosted because of how you look sucks. But trauma builds up like drops of water in a gutter into a bucket. It fills and fills and finally overflows. And that's the exact same feeling I have at the moment. The ability to keep things locked up in your mind kills you from inside and suicide feels like a way out. Damn. It's like keeping people away from food for a month. Y'all need to watch "The Platform" if you can stand gruesome. 

I get triggers but this one kinda triggered my heart. So I'm gonna have to go away for a while and heal. I took the blow big time this time guys. Like I said back there on my status. I really wanna give you a clear picture but my mind gets fuzzy at times and now I'm just not in the right position  to explain the pain I am undergoing. So bye. Until I see you or you see me. Or I get back sooner.

RECOGNITION

Well, what can I say? I'm simply happy for this, for today, for the reasons i am posting this blog today. Recognition happened. A pair of eyes acknowledged my piece of work and decided to nominate me for the Liebstar Award. A pair of eyes belonging to the renowned, well put and intellectual writer, Mumba Chome. Famously recognized in the writing world as the owner of this blog; https://tuongeekiasi.wordpress.com/author/remmychome44/ .

So what is the Liebstar Award you may ask. It is a platform where bloggers recognize fellow bloggers and give them a thumbs up for their intellectual pieces. And well I for one just feel blessed for this. I remember one friend suggesting the idea to me. The idea of becoming a writer. I brushed it off at first because you know, ignorance is a thing in society and people just do not feel the need to engage in reading anymore. But someone read, was impressed and thought of me when they came across the award. Thank you "mtu wangu wa madays" , I'm always grateful for you. I just hope more people would indulge in reading because well, it is refreshing and it's a culture we should take care of. Hopefully it won't disappear as the years go by because I for one won't stop.

For the rules to follow once nominated for the Liebstar Award:
1. Thank the Blogger that nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. Answer the questions given to you.
3. Share 11 facts about yourself.
4. Nominate 5-11 bloggers.
5. Ask your nominees 11 questions.
6. Notify then once you have uploaded your post.

ANSWERS TO MUMBA CHOME'S QUESTIONS:

1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DO WHEN NO ONE IS WATCHING?
Interesting question. I love music a lot. So when no one is watching, I blast the speakers and dance around every corner of the house. It makes me really happy and since I can be crazy without anyone's judgmental eyes ready to pry. In a strange way my confidence kinda builds up at that moment and i get the idea to post a new cover on my YouTube channel.

2. YOU HAVE A TERMINAL ILLNESS. WITH JUST A DAY TO LIVE. WHAT WOULD YOU SPEND YOUR DAY DOING?
I'd spend the first half of the day giving back to society. I would gather my belongings and make sure they go to the people who need it the most. At noon for an hour, I'd sit down in church with my Lord and thank him for the chance I had to live. I'd also ask him to grant strength to the people I was leaving behind. To help them move on because death is also the beginning of a new life. One without you. Then for the last part of the day, I would invite everyone who ever made me happy and made me feel important to hang out. Just like old times. Then, for my last hour, I'd go Hannah Baker style, write a letter. See, i'd die writing... haha. But they wouldn't be the reasons for my death of course, since we all know why I am actually dying. I'd give people reasons to live. Because I believe it is simply a blessing to be alive.

3. FAVOURITE SHOW OF ALL TIME
I have so many on my mind at the moment. Most of them Korean. But the queen that stole my heart was and is 'AFTER LIFE'. It gives a broad explanation on what life is supposed to be. And the summary of it all being, be kind to others. Because, happiness doesn't necessarily have to belong to us. Seeing other people be happy because of us or even just the thought that someone will enjoy what you put out for them, makes us happy. I love it. It's a big eye opener, and if you're reading this you should consider watching it. It's on Netflix.

4. FAVORITE COMEDIAN
Jim Carrey. He was a big contributor to the laughter I had in the early years of my life. Hell i even watched some of his shows 5 times over. He is pretty good if you ask me.

5. DAD/MUM? TAKE A PICK
Well i'll be damned. Here lies a heavy question. I love my dad, but he is simply rarely around. So the bond between us is pretty weak. Mum. I guess I would pick my mother. Because well, when it comes to experience, she has gone through a lot. She's a pretty strong woman and we have our moments. We have a bond. I love them both though. Equally.

6. WHAT IS YOUR TAKE ON THE KENYAN JOB MARKET?
Simple, it's messed up. The Kenyan job market bends towards people with white collar jobs. On top of that, you need connections. In Kenya, connections beat skills. And if you're hungry enough, you can grab a bite into the apple that is politics. Learn how to pocket that which belongs to the common mwananchi. Leaving us wallowing in the miasma of  being termed a 3rd world country. But i guess it is what it is.

7. IN ANOTHER LIFE, WHAT CAREER WOULD YOU PURSUE
Assuming in my new world, anything and everything achieves success. Music. I would know everything about it. Production, mixing, singing, instruments, marketing it and selling it. I would be music and music would be me. Because music plays a major role in people's lives. The life of the party, the introvert who loves indie music, the men who love rap and the skill of it, music drives us and invokes certain emotions. So, most definitely, music would be my number 1 choice. It is simply my passion.

8.SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU GENUINELY HAPPY
Random kind gestures and friendships with no strings attached. When someone genuinely enjoys being around you. No judgement, no fear of judgement, a safe space where you can be who you are and no one will give you a crazy stare. Oh, and seeing someone smile because of me. When all of these happen at the same time, we can say I am riding on cloud 9 without the weed high, simply out of the energy that surrounds me.

9. WHAT SKILLS DO YOU HAVE?
I am a musician. I think at this point in life I feel comfortable calling myself that. I am also a writer. I can pen down some pretty good articles. Also, from school, I am slowly achieving the art of Financing and Economics.

10. ARSENAL VS MANCHESTER UNITED?
On the 28th of August 2011, when I was in class 7. I witnessed what was a huge victory for Manchester. This was the day they handed the asses of Arsenal back to them. They got 8 good slaps to their back and only managed to fight back twice. Deuces to Arsenal but they lost any hope of my support on that day. Sorry fam.

11. FAVORITE BOOK/ ARTICLE/ BLOG
When I was in class 5, I used to enjoy indulging in the book series of Pacesetters. They made those long boring preps worth it. The only problem is I used to finish them in one sitting, but that's only because they were so sweet. This brings me to say, that my best book came from the book series. The title was LOVE. It was both what the book was talking about and the name of our heroine. Damn this book had me in my feelings and they didn't leave me happy in the end. They left me frustrated, and I love it. I hate to love it but dear Kalu Okpi, why'd you have to do me dirty like that.See, I still remember you 11 years later.

11 FACTS ABOUT ME

1. I sing.
2. I am signed under a label.
3. I am left handed.
4. I am obsessed with Kdramas.
5. I love smelling good tbh, and i love sticking to one perfume.
6. If I love a song, on my 2nd day listening to it, i normally already know all the words by heart, even together with the additional little things inside the track... like a scream or like a laugh, weird... ikr.
7. I have a pretty great memory, if i am paying attention, i won't forget.
8. I have an annoying laugh... swoosh only people I am extremely comfortable around know it... Geez!!
9. For me to study extremely well, I need total silence. Like phone off, music off...everyone asleep.
10. I am messy, but i love my notes neat.
11. I am on the border between believing in love and dying single.

One word description of myself; CARING.

As much as I love reading, I don't know that many people who write blogs. So, I nominate:

1. Maxine Wanjiku of https://mysteriouscalamity.blogspot.com/?m=1

and I renominate

2. Mumba Chome of https://tuongeekiasi.wordpress.com/author/remmychome44/ (Sorry Chome, you don't have to do this again, but you can if you want)

MY QUESTIONS
1. Who motivates you or what motivates you.

2. What pet would you love to have or do you have and why.

3. Favorite musician?

4.What do you regret the most?

5. Do you consider yourself to be happy?

6. What is a dangerous habit you've formed?

7. Apple or Android?

8. Dream destination.

9. What's your opinion on love?

10. What do you consider a life well lived?

11. Favourite line from a movie/ TV show/ Series?

Well all good things do come to an end. I really enjoyed that. Gave it as much content as I could. See you next time, when I'm playing with your emotions...tihihi...I joke. BAIBAI!!!!