The Right That Ends Where My Chest Begins
About three or four years ago, where I stayed as a student, there was this meningitis scare. No one really talked about it properly. I only got to hear it just the same way…
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Three Books, One Mentor, and a Mind That Is Finally Changing
Do you like to read? A question I got early last month from a stranger who is offering to help me change my life for real. Me: I do try. My response out of a place of "I can't…
The Money They Never Taught Me to Hold
Here, I will be giving a little personal story. While I was growing up, nobody gave me an allowance. I always asked for anything I needed. And if the answer is yes from my…
The Day the Road Stops Needing Me
When I was in school, I was close to a particular driver just because I liked his style of driving, and anytime I want to travel, I usually call him ahead just to secure a spot…
The Space Between Thoughts
There is a space between thoughts that most people never notice. It appears briefly—between reaction and response, between feeling and understanding.…
I Thought Growth Meant Looks, I Was Wrong
It's not every time we get to see that we are growing, especially when we don't even keep record of the little improvements. Someone said in a book that if we all sit down…
What We Stopped Reaching For
There used to be this sign painter not so far from where I stay, just like a fifteen-minute walk. And just with her set of brushes and paint mixtures, this guy can turn names…
The Space Between
There is something undeniably captivating about what doesn’t happen. The space between two people, just before a word is spoken, just before a touch is…
Silk and Silence
There is a certain language in silence—soft, deliberate, almost like silk brushing against skin. I’ve grown fond of it. Of moments that don’t demand…
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