Empty Broken Souls

I despise hello’s.

A person can never really say, ‘I’m having a really bad day and my social anxiety is deafening whilst my need for isolation is slowly becoming unbearable and it is only 9 am.’


We developed a culture of masks, charades and silence.  We do not listen to other people’s responses when they tell us how they are doing, and as such no one says much anymore.

Today when we say hello, we are slowly becoming a generation of individualists who forget the blanket of warmth that collectivism has to offer socially.

Depression is the grand hello.

It is an intricate pattern of multiple small paper cuts every day. Depression isn’t one big thing as people tend to assume, and no, neither is it a ‘white people problem.’

We need to kill the depression stereotype that the lonely emo kid who sits in the corner and listens to rock music and writes poetry has a 80% chance of being depressed. It might as well be the cheerleader with a perfect life and perfect eyebrows, you know?

Whatever your religion or background, you have no right to judge another for how they choose to silence their worlds when it gets too loud. You cannot judge another person’s pain or struggle.

It’s funny how depression can fluctuate, one day it is rainbows and sunshine and another can be pitchforks and thunder.  Can I also say that happiness levels aren’t a determinant for depression levels.

A little kindness, a little friendship can go a long way.



To Remember How To Human

You know the hardest thing about being an only child and being away from home?

It’s those times when you feel slightly homesick and you badly want to talk to your mum but you know her mother spidey senses will kick in and she’s gonna start asking what’s wrong and you can’t exactly tell her you have boy issues because she won’t understand that small things happen that you can’t fix but according to her all answers are in the Bible and you say okay, but can the Bible tell you why love, humanity, peace aren’t all they are hyped up to be?

Has this happened to you? Yeah. Me neither.



All the good things aren’t what they are hyped up to be, I’ll go with love.

Of course God’s love is everything. It is patient, it is kind. It never withers but endures the storm. His love lasts forever. But like everything else, there are two sides to the coin.

Love is reckless, it is scared, it is shy, it is faulty, it is jealous, it is obnoxious, it is childish, it is selfish, it is mean, it is rude, it is harsh, it is vague, it is impatient, it is frustrating, it is extremely ugly.

And now that I’ve run my mouth, what meaning have I bestowed upon you?


I’d like to think we walk around giving love too much credit and place it on such a high pedestal such that we don’t give it any room to mess up a little bit. We tell ourselves love is the divine power and that it is perfect. Maybe that’s true, it must be the ultimate force, so we are the problem?

If we are then we need to learn that the way we give love and expect it in return has to change. We have to be open to actually seeing how we receive and give love. And when it can’t come to us the way we’d like it to we have to change the way we give out our love.

We have to learn that we mess up a lot from time to time, but these broken pieces are part of us and when the people we love, in any kind of way, fail us, we need to forgive them because we love them and as much as we’d like to hate them for a minute we will always come running when they call.

To love is the best thing you can do for yourself, it sets you on a journey that lets you discover bits of yourself you never knew. It brings to light so many colors of yourself and it feels like coming home and seeing youself, slightly surprised as though to say ‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here, but oh am I glad!’


And sweetheart, this isn’t meant to kill your Valentines vibe, by all means please go ahead!

Go forth and prosper!

But as you go enjoy yourself, I’d like you all to check out @self_made_east_african on IG as she shares and brings to the forefront cases of our girls who’ve been sexually harassed and are finally coming out with their stories. Let’s be a part of this and help stop sex without consent.

To all my goons, keep it 100.

In My Bloodstream

We met in a dream.
We sat down for coffee.
We both smiled and talked like there was no tomorrow.
It wasn’t like the time I sat down for coffee and ended up losing a friend.
This coffee date was different.
The person across from me was nicer, gentler like they couldn’t afford to hurt me.

They said-“In another life, you are my number one.”
They said- “I genuinely do miss the heck out of you.”
When I don’t respond they watch me intently: curious and intrigued.
But when I stretch out my hand, they don’t touch it.
It’s like a shot of poison that doesn’t kill but intensifies gradually.

So we smile at each other and choose to live on memories.
We choose to remember the days we were happy together.
The times we silently fell in and out of love.
The times we believed silence was the key to freedom.
The stupid way we hurt each other because we could.

Before I get up to leave I begin to spot the changes in them.
Their love is stronger but stealthier, they won’t show it.
Besides, we are worlds apart at this point in time.
We are two souls split in half trapped in this moment.
Before I leave, I turn back and smile.

I smile back at myself.
The old Me.
My coffee date.

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Dear African Parents

Good evening.

I understand I’ll have to keep this brief and precise lest my family tracks me down and takes me to church for my ‘insolence’.


I simply wanted to state and inquire whether my fellow African offspring can relate to some of these ludicrous habits African parents seem to pass on to each other for our supposed ‘greater good.’

For any parent reading this, kindly don’t skip a line, this is to save you from any heinous decision you might make that will only push your child further away from you.

Privacy is IMPORTANT to every individual. There’s no such excuse as “he is hiding something from me” or “she could be doing the wrong thing”. Do not read your child’s journal, or go through their messages because you eradicate the notion of ‘safe space’ for the person. Sadly this transcends parenthood to relationships too. How hard is it not to snoop? Halafu swiping left or right when someone shows you a photo on their phone. Stay in your lane and let people breathe.

African parents, why are y’all so self conscious on how our actions may reflect your parenting skills such that you also readily label some of our experiences as ‘phases’ and choose to act mute to avoid the situation as though the silence expels the problem? They don’t seem to know that depression is a real thing or homosexuality has a funny way of lurking in one’s DNA. Sure, it’s not legal in Kenya, but the world is already mean enough, why make it a harsher place? They are ready to take one to church and pull all-nighters if need be to remove those demons.


And lastly, we see through the bullshit.

We know when things aren’t working out for you, we know when you had a bad day, as we get older we know how you also fail as humans and parents, so give us the freedom to make our own choices and pick ourselves up. African parents know how to throw insults that one rarely recovers from and are quite unnecessary. African parents can destroy your self esteem while thinking they are building it.

But all in all, mad respect to the folks who beat you up and still manage to ask you why in hell you are crying. Cheers to the mad childhood, and to my friends who are now parents, don’t forget yourselves!

The Human Flaw

It’s quite scary.

How easy it is to leave.

Being alone is less,

But a less toxic less. 

You never know what’s

entirely good until

you’ve handled entirely


Entirely good has its

bad days too.

Mother failed to see

the ultimate flaw.

She failed to see that

he would always retreat

into “alone-ness” 

whenever threatened. 

She is a force he still cannot

Handle. Too brave and kind.

She outshines his light.

So he sought familiarity in the 

arms of a woman who was lesser

than he, because she couldn’t judge

the man he chose to be. 

He could’ve grown, 

but he loved his comfort,

in being unreprimanded 

that he left before he was asked.

How do I know?

I am his child.

Clarity prevails as one grows.

I guess I’ve seen,

many a man like him. 

To remove an adult 

from a child’s heart pedestal 

is to strip love bare

and provide no aid

For the bleeding wound. 


May this generation produce a better batch of parents.

Bisexual, friend or foe?

IMG_0145Hi there!

Yes it’s me, yes I still write. I know it’s been a minute, and no I’m not here to talk about Ian Duncan. You know, the author of the latest piece based on USIU students generalizing all of us simply cause he couldn’t keep up with an accent and secretly wished he never ordered that Tusker instead of a cocktail. Like ‘Omagaaar’.

I’m done Duncan.

I’m actually here for some real talk.

On Tuesday, some light teasing over my appearance from a male friend (supposedly bisexual, or just thinks saying he’s gay earns him a few points on the popularity scale) got me feeling uncomfortable.

He picked a bad day to  continue his unnecessary teasing and eventually evoked my wrath. So long story short he’s deleted my number and will currently argue with anyone who takes my side. (Anyone wanna fight for me? Or just wanna have fun with him? I’ll send you his number)

Now this bi boy isn’t even the problem. It’s the feeling of entitlement to objectify my body because he’s male and a ‘friend’. Are people aware that even platonic friendships have lines that shouldn’t be crossed? We’re grown enough for me not to have to be explaining to you why I don’t like you making references to my breasts. You shouldn’t even have to do so to begin with.

Kindly learn that when someone says no, they mean it.

No, don’t hug me when I stretch out my hand for you to shake.

No, don’t kiss my cheeks, forehead, boy, do I have a sticker written kissing booth on me?

Girls, don’t be pressing your boobs up to his chest if he ain’t asking or stretched out to hug you. Just don’t. Personal space… sound familiar?

Bottom line is, RESPECT.

Uni is a place you make friends for life. Don’t struggle to keep a friend you are always gonna doubt and double check just because you’ve been friends for a long time. If they leave, let them. Kindly hold the door for them and give them a ‘bon voyage’ gift bag too.

So Duncan, does this make sense ama you also read in accents??

As someone I admire would say; Peace love and empathy. ❤️

Don’t worry Kiambi, just this one time.

The Glitch That Is

Conversations these days:

Old friend: Renee, hi!

Me: Sup fam, how’s it going?

Old friend: I’m good. It’s been a minute, why the silence?

Me: I’ve been busy no lie, but the same can be said for you. What’s happening?

Old friend: I’ve been hustling here and there. Working part time and hanging out with our friends. I’m in Nai some weekends, we should link up.

Me: Sure thing, next time you come through just let me know! How often do you come? I wouldn’t want you to come when I’ve got exams cause then I won’t see you.

Old friend: I’ll plan and let you know. But in all honesty I think I have the right to say I’m busier than you. Kwani how does uni take up most of your time?

*I mentally go quiet for two seconds and try think of a less offensive response than I had intended to reply with*

Me: Haha! I wish you knew. I’ve got classes and some extracurricular activities take up my time.

Old friend: extracurricular? Ati now clubs take up your time in uni?

*Inhale, count to ten, exhale at this point*

Me: yeh! Some of these clubs are serious man. You get dope deals and some sexy cv if you work for one.

Old friend: psht, that’s why I’m working. At this rate I don’t think I’ll even join uni.

Me: whatever makes you happy fam.

Old friend: Now what kind of response is that? Ever since you moved, you’ve really changed btw.

*What the two face flying fuck? At this point I stop replying and go keep up with the ‘change’ that is occurring as though it is laced with blasphemy*

Old friend: Renee, you went quiet on me.

Me: Lol, I did tell you I get busy.

Old friend: nah, your old friends just aren’t good enough for you anymore.

Me: How have you come to that conclusion all on your own?

*Note the sarcasm*

Old friend: I see your posts and the new friends you keep fawning over. You’ve forgotten the ones who’ve been there for you.

*Tries not to mentally slap this human and give up on this conversation.*

Me: If I’ve forgotten you then how come we’re still talking?

Old friend: We only talk because I look for you.

Me: And the times I call you?

Old friend: Bottom line is, this distance is your fault.

Me: …

*I mentally move to Mars and hope I find an alien species that will take me in as their own and love me forever.*

Me: Okay then babe, I’ll try harder and up my game at our conversations okay?

Old friend: Now you will only do it because I complained and it won’t be real. So what’s the point? SMH

Me: First of all your sorry ass has been stuck there too long you don’t know what the outside of high school looks like… (Wait, delete Renee, delete this)

Me: (2nd try) bitch come again? They why in heaven would you even bring this up and was I this immature too? (Again Renee, delete, delete!)

Me: Fam, mad respect and all, but if you honestly feel like this is a problem, the aim is to work at it to make things better. I’m still the same old friend and I’ll still be here if you want to talk and meet up. But if you don’t then be real, we’re to grown for me to try keep up with these blame games.

*Yes Renee! This is a valid enough answer, it’s not hate speech so you won’t go to jail, good Job!*

Old friend: Aki Renee, mimi! That’s all you have to say? Kumbe she was right when she said you’ve changed and have an attitude now. You’ll look for me again, ngoja tu!

Me: Sleep well babe. :*

*Smiles, I’ve lost a friend, but gained freedom*


Point is, when did we decide change is a bad thing? What good is there in the constant hues of monochrome found in the systematic cycles we have developed? Why would you hate me for making my own choices and loving something else from what multitudes of people pretend to like? Why would you force me to be like you? Why do you force normalcy and shun uniqueness?

Learn to let go and see what stays. Don’t fight what you can’t control. Love fiercely because this all ends. Live and let live.

Live and let live.

Renee out.


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