December 2025

I was wrong about do unto others as you do unto yourself.

In relationship. In work. In friendship. In success. All aspect of my existence. It took various forms; one as law of reciprocation or karma in another. Whatever definition i had for it. I am wrong. It came from a place of fear. I should be of value to others so now or in future same might be to me. Send good vibes out so that good vibes might come back to me in one way or the other. I am wrong. I did what I do “good or otherwise” to learn myslef, to grow. I was also wrong. I’ve learnt that I should do to do without “a because” When BECAUSE appears reward and outcome is set and fed then ill be chasing that most of the time. That dopamine (nothing wrong with) that elusive dangling carrot that comes with urgency to wake up and do something. Do to do. (Sounds like that Netflix sound) That simple, Not because. When I derive joy, peace, love, tingling feeling sawa thats good. If I see it as a way to worship, to honour it, to honour me, Sawa! As long as that feeling doesn’t linger longer than it should. My work is to listen, honour that voice, do what I need to do with Exellence and devotion then leaveIt to that. Manufacture your miracle.

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No, I DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHO I AM.

No matter how deep, wide, high or low I go, I arrive at the same place, NOTHING. I am simply a stack of memories, piled up over time. Memory stick of blood and bones not wires and chips. I am a Frankenstein; stories, accents, locations, ideologies, lies woven together. No I am not Juliani, a made up character to survive and find a place in my community. No I am not Julius Owino, a name I was given to identify me from the crowd. No I am not the best that ever did (okay! Tulia G, hapo umeenda sana!!, you have to stop!!, unachizi!! yes you are, wewe ni ule mse!!) No I am not a Christian, a badge to announce my questionable moral incline. I am not who you think i am, your projection of me, simply a typical identification mechanism,You are a chair so I must be a table. I AM NOTHING! Which give me so much freedom. I blank canvas to draw the best piece of art i allow myself to imagine and believe as true. Even though the instrument for my becoming are still remnants of other lives, others time, others imagination, other strides, others shortcomings. I am happy to be nothing. A milk from an udder.A milk in branded package.A milk mixed with water and majani, now I am chai.A piss in the drainage.A water that’ll follow the stream.A body of water that’ll overporate to come back as rain. I AM.

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