My feet are yet to touch Colombian or Turkish soil. But somehow, my words have travelled there and made friends. Apart from Antartica, I have a…
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A private space for us to converse and connect
I’m writing this on my phone because my laptop has forsaken me. My previously indestructible machine chose an otherwise unspectacular evening to kick…
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February 2023

"Growing up is a scam": a personal story of how self-doubt can hold us back from trying new things and the importance of challenging limiting beliefs.
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If I see myself as a writer, isn't it my duty to eulogise her? To use my art to extol the artist.
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My mother would tell you that I’ve played football for longer than I’ve lived. Much to her chagrin, I found my knack for kicking things while in the…

January 2023

"Wandering the grey" is for introspective, curious people who are unsatisfied with default thinking. Those who dare to question the unfulfilling…
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When I was two years old, I snuck out of the house without telling anyone. To my mother’s shock, this big-headed boy with an afro mustered the strength…
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December 2022

Two hundred and thirty one of you have lent me access to your inbox. Given me the keys to post prosaic presents to you through the internet wires. My…
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People think I just sit down and essays happen. I have this beautiful affliction where words, ideas and thoughts visit me unannounced and demand that I…
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What do you do when your money becomes a prison? Is it worth chasing $$ if you're gonna be depressed and wealthy? Are you flying first class on a…
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November 2022

A number of you have flattered my ego by asking for regular updates on my personal journey.
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