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  Dear reader, let it be known that I do not intend to be polite in this article. I am a woman and I am angry.  Being a woman is neither here nor there in this case. The first thing that should cross your mind when you hear another suffer is: who could do that to another human being? Someone does not have to be related to you by blood to deserve kindness or consideration. My heart breaks for the women who have gone through sexual abuse in the hands of their leaders. The recent expose on  tea farming done by BBC left me in tears. I am a woman exiting college, the fear of what lurks in the shadows makes me afraid of the dark. Jermiah  Kosgei,John Chebochok , Samuel Yebei, John Ascara , I hope you get to experience hell even as you live . Its only four names that came to light. Each of you has been a bystander and a perpetrator of sexual violence and crimes against women for thirty years. You do not deserve to be leader, you do not have any business min...

I understand you; I feel you;I hear   Life   leaves a wound in the heart no one can heal, pain of a caged womanhood leaves a memory no one can steal. Mama, I finally see this, I understand now. Now that I am a fully blossomed woman. I now understand that life and how you lived it as a woman was so ingrained in your every memory, so carved into the fabric of who you were. It wasn't easy , thanks to the generational gap and paradigm shift in mindset, but mama,    I tried and tried, until I saw what you must have seen. I now acknowledge the many pebbles that hindered your movement. Mama, now that I understand you. I am learning to forgive you.   I am learning to let go of the pain and the hurt. I am learning to scrap away the layers of betrayal that are mashed around my chest. Mama, I am learning   that I judged you so harshly.    I know you only passed on to me what your mother did to you. How could I have judged you so harshly when you only gav...

  The place of women in politics We have our publication meetings on Wednesday. Mostly, we catch up about how the week has been and at other times we crack inside jokes. Life seems bearable after these meetings. However, there are times that we actually get done with ideas and challenge one another on the happenings of the day-to-day. We come up with topics and ideas for publications and challenge each other on how to do better in shaping our talents and skills. One such conversation turned out to be this article. “Would you support your wife if she had political ambitions?’ The answer was downright flat “I am a journalist and that is already a conflict of interest” I have not read the ethics code of conduct for journalists in its fine print. I would confidently say that I do not have enough knowledge to argue in the line of ethics. “But a woman is better of in politics if she is married “ That threw me off balance even more. Marriage and politics are two separate ins...

 All I wanted was someone to be interested in my day. I wanted to tell them what an amazing week it has been and how much I am happy. I wanted to tell them just how badly today began and how it ended. I just wanted to be heard To be seen  To be felt. I just wanted You. But your heard was elsewhere It still is  And you know the silent rule. That silence too is an answer. Maria ❤️

 Now I understand that I will never understand" Let's look at it this way, A man will never understand what it means to be in a space that upholds chauvinistic and sexist policies. They will never understand why we walk around in fear when you are in a dress  Why you walk a little bit faster when the sun goes down. How we feel when confronted with an unconscious bias. When we take an emotional approach on a matter and instead of being heard someone says "it's because you are a woman "  You will never understand what it means to be us . You will never know how the shoe pinches and where. Infact we are owed an apology for Everytime we have been forced to explain our femininity!! You will never understand what it is to be us. Let us be. Well,if we must ,can we find a human common ground .? Having to explain ourselves is exhausting❤️

 You never say I love you . I mean ,not in those exact words . I have learnt to read your voice . To judge your actions, To follow your lead. To know that you love me when that line goes dead, When you tell me to get myself together, When you tell me you will always be there for me. I believe you. In that ,I know you love me. It's in how you smile when I call you. It's in how you tell me about your day It's in when you say hello baby girl  Hey darling. How's my mama doing It's in your little gestures if kindness. I hear it when you remind me to check on my friends I hear it when you remind me to keep warm  I have learnt to hear it everywhere And  hey , May you learn to hear my response and heed my call. I love you too © Chamanet

 I never expected him to move on. I know how that sounds, but had you fallen in love with him, you'd understand why I was hung on the idea that he would still be my perfect. I wanted it to be him. I really did. His smile got the best of me. He had this brown eyes that sparkled.when he spoke his voice got to the pit of my stomach.He had this gaze that was sometimes focused, other times it wandered like someone on an adventure . His face was a perfect fit in my hands and when he placed his hands on my face, everything else was cast into Oblivion. That is the man who expected me to sweep everything under the rug. The man who made my skin tingle and my body burn with desire at the thought of him.The one who kissed me like I held the very breath of life for his survival. His lips reminded me of our apple orchad with a tease of mint . This man made me fall in love with myself as whole. He made me feel valued and honored. ( To be continued 

 I'm feeling lonely and alone.  I don't think it's got anything to do with being in a relationship  or not,  but I feel like I need to come up for air .  I feel like I'm about to do that cliche nonsense  of it's not you  it's me.  There's nothing you're doing wrong,  I just feel like I'm in the wrong cog saw.  How do I tell you that I love you  , but I need to breathe.  Why do I feel like I've been stuck in the crucible so long  , I've gotten used to the rhythm of the grinding.  How do I tell you that I can't feel my voice any more?  How do I tell you that my screams are drowned by you?  Because in places we are to sit quiet, you will speak.  In places I need us to be two servings of solitude,  you'll tell me to eat ahead, you're not hungry.  How do I tell you that it feels like a still river, not that i don't appreciate the peace,  I do.  But its quite,  I'm afraid there's Bilh...

 "Our life Lessons are other people's trauma." I have said Time and again that their is no winner in the game of love. We all come out the other end just as scarred even when we are the ones that got away. The insane part in relationships is that you will never know. You will never know when they start to slip away. You will not realize when you're loosing them . I wish our hearts could send us secret signals or an electronic shock through our bodies. But maybe we do see the slip ups. We sense it in our hearts and begin to prepare for the lonely inevitable end. Maybe the changes are subtle Their once wide smile is nothing but a grin or just a lift of their eyebrows. Initially they began the day with 'Hey babe" suddenly, the syllables become less and less and soon, there is no verbal exchange. It's possible to think this normal after a while in a relationship. But I thought romance was supposed to be young and playful and adventurous. I think it clicks som...

  FAMILIAR STRANGERS   Home. That's where the heart is right? Or the people? I can't quite place. Mostly, it was a place for me.There was a time I looked forward to going there. Time has changed and nowadays, I feel misunderstood and abrasive. Home is no longer   a place I find myself, it's a place I get lost. Do not get me wrong, I love my family members and wish them well but at this point, I would rather love them from a distance . I know how th at sounds. I can almost hear you, dear reader, judging me with every word and waiting to clutch on the next, I don't intend to change your mind, I only want you to understand mine . My parents have told us not to burn bridges or let the grass grow under them. I sound very hypocritical, right. The truth is, my bridges are burning. Every time I go back home, I feel like I know them less, and they must feel like they lost their daughter at some point in life. I see familiar faces, but strangers to me. This article fe...

                                        The Kenyan Tax Burden By Maria Njoroge In the words of Winston Churchill, "for a nation to try and tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself by the handle. "    In its tax collection, I am afraid that the government has legalized theft. Life should not be this expensive. As I    was reporting to school this year, I walked into a convenience store to buy water and a soft drink. I was amazed at how expensive it was. I recently learned that this taxation is called exercise duty and is paid on imported or locally manufactured goods. Turning 18 opened a whole new world, and everything began a relationship with the Kenya Revenue Authority. Tell me, dear reader, do you even have the slightest idea about the Dynamics of this relationship?. In Kenya, the taxes can be direct or indirect statut...