OMINA'S WORLD

When I stare at that number, 955, I feel all the air leave my lungs, and I have to pause and breathe. I am fighting the writing. I feel it leave my hands and I ball my fists. There’s realities we must write about so we can accept. So I must write. The last time […]

I’d say the greatest hurdle of being a writer is learning to give word and voice to feelings. To interpret and carefully sift and decipher the turmoil happening inside and do it justice. Today, I will try. I will speak an uncomfortable truth about myself and my body. I will cut myself open and candidly […]

This is one topic I’ve been wanting to speak on for a very long time, it’s one of those things I have a personal vendetta against, because of how damaging it is to young people, especially young girls and how even now in the 21st century it is still taught and perpetuated. The repercussions of […]

I have written eight posts in the last month, three have ended up as drafts and the others just got deleted for some strange reason. Now old me would have had an immediate reaction of anger and would definitely throw a tantrum and delete WordPress for a while until the emotions pass. But the me […]

As I write this, I have a lot of fear. Fear that my writing mojo isn’t what it was and fear that I no longer have the ability to make a stranger read through my work with no pause because of how captivating it is-(I am). My sister tells me numerous times, through the chastising […]

I should really start this post by apologising once again for my inconsistency, but I will not because I really will not mean it, and this blog is about honesty. For this post today I’m going to write to myself, the reason for starting this blog was to find a way to release and vent […]

It’s really been a crazy couple of weeks, for everyone around the world, but it’s also been a time to clean all the dirt we swept under the rug and confront ourselves and also know ourselves, what we like, what our boundaries are, what our triggers are and all that, at least that’s what I’ve […]

Growing up, my mom was always the champion of change, that, and anything dealing with standing up for yourself. She was always the mother that demanded you know your rights and demand for them, loudly and if need be, violently. She was, and still is, a fierce woman. The only person who scares the shit […]

So I wanted to write something about love and how people misuse it and use the word to abuse others, then I was like, nope! I’m going to write about this topic that most Africans or Kenyans in particular really dance around. I’m going to talk about homophobia, if you’re homophobic, you could stop here, […]