Home is Where We Are

When I was a child, my father worked for the land arm of the Kenya Defence Forces. As a military member, he was relocated to different parts of the country every few years. This meant that there was never one specific place I called home. Continue reading “Home is Where We Are”

The Reality Is, People Die

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The reality is, people die. (Photo credit: ecstaticist)

Things don’t always turn out the way we expect them to. Sometimes the unacceptable, the unimaginable, becomes the reality. And that which we assumed would be the outcome suddenly gets thrown right out the window. It doesn’t matter anymore once the moment has passed, and travelling back in time is not a viable option.

The reality is, people die. Continue reading “The Reality Is, People Die”