Hello diary.
I have a bit of trouble introducing myself to the world. They say I shouldn’t care what others think of me, plus I know allowing their feedback is a recipe for disaster but I’m creating a comfortable way to express myself without uttering a word.
I was born in what most would consider “geti kali” and was sheltered from everything under the sun. My dad set aside 10,000.00 for Christmas clothes until I turned 25, and still Mpesa’d me lunch money during my attachments.
When he passed away, I realized that despite his visible parental flaws, he had spoilt me enough to confuse privilege and responsibility.
My siblings equally enabled my privilege but allowing me to ride on their cocktails and imitating their auras enough to lose myself. Of course the privilege came with rules and a dependent relationship that the rising economy conveniently severed.
It took me a while to catch up and today I become a beautiful, single 33 year old advocate with a cultivating aura , to which this idea was birthed. I am learning what works for me, fashion, relationships and hangouts while creating healthy boundaries for my mental health.
So I welcome you to this beautiful journey I call growth and welcome you to the memories I create as I learn me.
Happy Birthday to me.
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