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About my weekend

 God am here once again, l know people will be like move on he is actually not your type .....and when you see it yes he is worth my type but love is genuinely loving someone who doesn't deserve your love,it's freely giving I love this man and when l finally saw him call me l knew this was the moment. But do you know what he did came over started talking to a girl and how much they are praying for each other.l guess am the villan here who is supposed to die alone.  We went ahead l hosted him cooked ,took care of him and during his birthday he told me he was seeing someone else. He doesn't deserve me lord its over its done,am tired of trying to prove my worth to anyone . Am just me

Closure letter Dun

Dear Dun, I don't even know if you’ll ever read this—but this letter isn’t for you anymore. It’s for *me*. Because I’ve carried enough silence, enough pain, and enough confusion. When we met, I was vulnerable. I had just come from a heartbreak, and I was still learning how to stand again. I gave you my trust, my time, my care, and even my money when you were at your lowest—not because I was desperate, but because that’s the kind of person I am. Loving. Loyal. Hopeful. And you took that… and broke it. You lied to me. You cheated. You played games with my heart while pretending to love me. You moved from one girl to another like it meant nothing, and yet you kept me around—just enough to use me, but never enough to choose me. I asked for honesty, you gave me excuses. I asked for love, you gave me confusion. I asked for respect, you gave me silence. I asked for commitment, and you gave it to someone else. You blocked me. Ignored my messages. Took my money and never paid me back. But t...

10/11/2024

 Hey, Personal Journal  I know it has been a while since I talked to you. It's me again Carol when you were born God knew it, little is known about my childhood but mostly what I can remember is one incident where I was playing and then all of a sudden and then for once I thought I was dying. For once I thought my life had ended, all my small dreams I had including marrying a white man. Our life with my parents was on and off. I don't remember having a loving father or being available but my mother was actually the best, she worked tirelessly to give us the best, give us the best education and give us the best of our life. I remember her being my first teacher and sometimes I would forget and call her mom in front of the other students. Sometimes I received punishment but the best part was I enjoyed the teacher's meal every day. We moved to Nyeri full of ambition to have a new family and have a dad. Finally, Life was going in the best phase until I joined a primary school a...

Dear Me

You are truly unique, and there will never be another person like you. God has designed you with a purpose and has lovingly engraved your name on His palms (Isaiah 49:16). You are not just another face in the crowd—you are chosen, cherished, and deeply loved by Him. Your value goes beyond what anyone can measure. Take pride in your gifts, talents, and the light you bring to this world. There’s a special energy in your youth, and it’s a time to embrace who you are and the path God has set before you. You are capable, you are loved, and you are enough. So walk confidently, knowing that you are already great in God’s eyes. What you bring to this world is irreplaceable, and you are destined for incredible things! 

Dear life

Dear life There is so much I could say about you, yet I find myself wondering where to begin. You've been a paradox—a blend of harshness and grace. From the moment I was born, you've often felt unfair, denying me the love of my first father and continuing to withhold the love I’ve sought from those I've cared for deeply. I wonder what I've done to deserve this. Yet, despite it all, you’ve also accompanied me faithfully on this journey. God, I come before You, seeking a fresh start—a new journey where I can walk hand in hand with You. I’m grateful for all You've done in my life and in the lives of my family. Your faithfulness has been unwavering, and for that, I will forever praise You. Today, I lift up my prayers to You. I ask for healing and strength for my mother, that her health may flourish. I also pray for a partner, someone chosen by You, who will walk with me in love and faith. As I begin a new semester, I ask for Your guidance, wisdom, and favor to lead me o...

BREAK UPS

 Breakups are an inevitable part of life, often bringing emotional turmoil and a sense of loss. They challenge us to confront vulnerabilities, learn from experiences, and ultimately move forward. The emotional impact of a breakup can be intense, involving feelings like sadness, anger, confusion, and even relief. These emotions, though overwhelming, are natural and integral to the healing process. Recognizing and accepting them is essential, as it marks the first step toward recovery. The psychological effects of a breakup can be profound, leading to anxiety, depression, and stress. The sudden change in one’s life can cause feelings of instability and fear about the future. Developing healthy coping mechanisms is crucial for managing these effects. Seeking support from friends and family, engaging in self-care activities, and possibly seeking professional help are effective ways to process emotions and regain a sense of control. Journaling, meditation, and physical exercise also con...

My journey to self love and healing.

In the labyrinth of my heart, there was a man whom I thought I loved deeply. He was the embodiment of passion, and his allure was magnetic. But beneath the intoxicating spell of his presence, I discovered a painful truth that I can no longer deny. My heart had been tethered to his, and I willingly gave him my all. I told him, "I love you," and I meant it. Yet, he chose to tread upon my feelings indifferently, a coldness that left me drowning in a sea of uncertainty. For reasons I could not fathom, he would only reach out when desire coursed through his veins, leaving me longing for more. I found myself trapped in a cycle of self-inflicted torment, always the one to initiate contact, my heart yearning for the connection I craved. It was a dance that left me bruised and battered, with my self-esteem hanging by a thread. Today, in a serendipitous encounter along our familiar path, he offered me nothing more than a fleeting side hug. No words, no affection, just a reminder of how...