We’re all somehow undoubtedly broken
It’s how the wonderful light gets in
And when healing words are Spoken
Every breath becomes a sigh of relief
Putting yourself back together piecefully
Is not done in a way that is agile
But that’s the most wonderful irony
Broken people are never fragile
KJ ✍🏾📖🇰🇪
Man feels fragile from time to time
And human beings tend to be insecure
I am by no means any exception
During such seasons of my life
When I desperately look to the outside
My present circumstances and those around me
I force my eyes shut and meditate
Reminding myself it’s not outside validation
But inner validation that I need
From the inner One in me
So I look back and reflect thoughtfully
Just how far He has brought me
All the pains and obstacles overcame
All the demons and foul spirits He slayed
How I’ve been through blue burning embers
And the freezing frost of cold ice
I feel my strength renewed once more
For what was meant for darkness
Has revealed The Light within
What was once a bleeding wound
Is now a brandished victorious scar
I lost a part of me a long time ago
I doubt whether I will ever get it back
It was only recently that I learnt of it
Nothing was good enough for this void
I taught myself how to exist everyday
Without really embracing being whole
Finding darkness where light ought to be
Feeling pain at times of having fun
I’m being reminded that I’m not quite alive
That this is not a human experience
Just something that closely resembles it
But I’m naive enough to keep trying
I stare at my reflection and wonder
What would it feel like to be you
To have reasons to feel certain ways
To drink all your toxic emotions away
And have them completely out of your system
When you puke them all at once
Because I am an opaque soul
You cannot see through me
I have been seeking the reality of life
That until now was a big fat lie
I want to be as pure as I can be
I really do want to be you
But you wouldn’t want to be me
Pretty soon you will fade before me
Like the one before you & the one before him
They never learn and neither do I
I was never much on umbrellas
I take the rain like I take my pain
Letting it drench me until the storm
Decides it has had enough
My life is not a coincidence
Nor is it a mere accident
I came in this earth for a reason
I was created for a definite purpose
That only I can fulfill
God was not just bored in Heaven
And decided to create me for entertainment
No, He sent me with an Assignment
Attached to my very own name
That’s why I’ve had stronghold after stronghold
Trying to pull my soul away from my body
Trying to keep me from unleashing my gift on earth
If I unleash my God given gift on this planet
I will not only save myself
But everything and everyone connected to me
That is why I’m totally dependent on God
Even when I believe in myself
March 7th 2020
Today I learnt about Caroline, an epileptic or epilepsy victim. Her family had been taking care of her for long and they had reached a point where they said, “we’re tired of taking care of her. We’ve been footing her medical bills for so long and she is neither getting better nor dying”
She then had a more serious episode which made her go mad and run to the forest to live there. Her family did not look for her, they dug an open grave and were thinking of just putting a cross on it and call it when she showed up days later.
She got help from KEMRI, was able to be stable mentally, got a job as a tailor, earning her own income and is now one of the dependents in her family. She still takes her medication to this day, years down the line.
I’m a tad bit crazy
And I’m very okay with that
I’d much rather be out of my mind
Than be trapped inside of it
I take a long look in the mirror
And brokenness is what I see
Not the glass that shattered
But the hurt inside of me
On the inside I hate life
On the outside I love it
On the outside I pray for my enemies
On the inside I’m like Screw it
If someone’s holding me back
Then it’s most likely me
Or something on the inside of me
Am I the only one often afraid to sleep?
It’s like my bed is a coffin
And I’m all alone in my dreams
My confidence whispers softly
While my insecurities scream
Constantly weary ready to let go & just sink
Why are all these arrows coming at me?
It must be The Mark on me
If I smiled more often
Would you know that’s me?
I’m invisible to you so pardon me
Depression is invisible, it’s hard to see
What happens after death?
I’m dying to see
The Way 🇰🇪 