A year ago, I took a risk and started this blog, unsure of its future but aware that I had something to say from the…
I’ve worn the “good girl” label as a badge of honor for as long as I can remember. Some will beg to differ, but I…
Thanks for joining me on this journey across the crimson soils of Rwanda to the hectic streets of Uganda, and into fresh beginnings from the…
You come to understand that becoming is a continuous process rather than a goal to be reached at some point between contemplation and serenity. For…
People often associate bravery with a single great deed, such as a daring farewell, a significant choice, or a leap across oceans. However, I’ve discovered…
In all the maturing I have done, in all the unlearning and growing, I have discovered something lovely: the girl I once was will always…
I felt I had to tough it out for a long time if I wanted to live. That strength was silence, independence was loneliness, and…
Becoming a woman did not come with a grand announcement or a defining turning point. It arrived gradually, occasionally silently—like waking one day and realizing…
The process of determining my voice was similar to tuning an ancient radio, but it required some time for it to become clear and settle…
The initial cracks did not emerge as suddenly as lightning. They arrived softly, minute adjustments transforming the world into one unknown. She was still the…