The ball was a blur of black and white between our feet, the argument about last night's match rising with the red dust of the schooly...
Reflections
A quiet place to breathe
The world won't go quiet.
This space will help you breathe.
Letters, poems, and slow reflections on love, memory, and the unspoken moments between people. Not louder than the noise—just quieter, calmer, and for you. A place to exhale before you go back out.
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A friend once told me: “I’m never my real self in English.” That line stayed with me. It made me wonder: does language limit innovation an...
Reflections
In Rwanda, being quiet is a sign of discipline. It means you’re respectful, composed, and mature. Somewhere else, that same silence might...
Reflections
Dr. Kamau's office was smaller than I'd expected. Two comfortable chairs facing each other, a bookshelf overflowing with psycholo...
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Hey Jacky, how was your chemistry test? I kept thinking about that redox equation we worked on. Miss you already. Send. I stared at my...
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The bus ride to Jacky's neighbourhood took forty minutes, but it felt like hours. I'd been planning this visit for weeks. Rehearsin...
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2026.07.11
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Why this space exists, and what I’m hoping it becomes.
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No. 001
2026.07.04
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