Lately, I've learned that everyone seems fine until you talk a little deeper. Then you realize this New month begins with a generation wearing smiles as armor, posting laughter as proof, yet silently fighting storms beneath the surface. So, as you walk through the month, be kind.
Today, A Judge gave a date in February, 2026. I laughed and say, "My lord, the beauty with legal practice is that we are superior mortals. We take dates now and in the hereafter." The judge got the joke and laughed. I told him, "the lord be with you my Lord until we meet again."
This,,,,, this can't be it.
Not the motherland that raised me,, What are we becoming ?? But even through wreckage, I still dare to believe, that when the dust settles,, this broken land will rise... And we'll call it home again.
Watching wars tear the world apart, my heart shatters. Then I come home (Kenya) where protests, abductions and pain greet me. This country is bleeding, and I'm on a verge of breaking but I dare to hope, because what else do the broken hold on to, if not Hope?