Maybe feeling lost isn’t really the end of something but the beginning of something new.

To accept the present, we need patience. And in waiting for the future to unfold, we learn acceptance. It’s a dance I’m still learning, one that requires grace and a bit of faith.

She doesn't know it, but I wait for her in the spaces between seconds. I carry her name like a secret prayer, afraid the world might hear and take her away. I've written poems about her in languages I don't speak, and somehow every word still ends in longing and yearning.

They say the highest form of love is consideration but for me? It’s curiosity. Be curious about me. Ask me the little things. Wonder about what makes me laugh, what dreams keep me up at night. I’m funny, I’m cool, and yeah… I’m adorably cheesy in all the best ways.

So don’t just pass by, be intentional. Be wildly interested. Dive deep. I’m not just someone to know, I’m someone worth discovering.

I’ve been learning to be still even in the middle of uncertainty and Brethrens! Patience is tough, but gently parenting yourself? Whew. That’s a whole other level

Na usiogope kuambia watu "hatujuani hivyo" when they try to get too familiar with you

Growing up, church played a profound role in my life, serving as a foundation that grounded me in more ways than one. Through Sunday school, I discovered a creative outlet, exploring my artistic side through reciting poems, dancing, singing, leading services and acting.

While my initial involvement may have stemmed from my parents' beliefs and the values they instilled in me, I eventually developed a personal connection with God that went beyond family traditions.

This journey allowed me to cultivate a deeper understanding of faith, community and myself. I mean kama si kanisa ningejua aje naweza act kama mganga🤣😭 But as I grew older, I started questioning the silence of religious communities in the face of injustice.

When women and children are violated and femicide cases are on the rise, why do the voices that once nurtured me stay quiet? What does community mean if it doesn’t stand up for the vulnerable? I may struggle with church as an adult, but the foundation it laid in me remains.

Now, I’m left wondering how the same institutions that provided solace can remain silent in the face of such profound suffering.

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Torn between "warembo ni wengi" and "ndukanarêke Ngai ninwõ ni njõhi na ahikì🎶"

Living morally makes you godly, but truly knowing and believing in yourself, seeing the divine within is the experience of God.

But the question is: Why is HIV often used in miracle healing stories? HIV carries fear, stigma and hope, so claims of being “healed” feel dramatic and convincing. While ART keeps people healthy, some leaders misrepresent this as a miracle, #HIVHealedMustWatch #DivineOrDeceptive

These can spread confusion and taking advantage of vulnerability. Faith can support hope, but it should never replace proven medical care. TV 47 Digital #DivineOrDeceptive

Watching #DivineOrDeceptive really made me think about the fine line between faith and fact. Faith can give people hope, strength and a sense of purpose but it can also be dangerous when it replaces medicine and science. TV 47 Digital

Claims of being healed of HIV through prayer or emails might inspire, but they risk spreading misinformation and false hope. True healing often comes from combining belief with evidence-based care, not choosing one over the other. Faith should lift us, not put our health at risk.