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TWSC Diaries: Forgiveness is the Best Decision I Made for Myself
This column documents Celine Njoki’s healing journey. If you haven’t read her story, we encourage you read it here. Her story is remarkable. You can also read the previous entries she has made to this column.
No More
There are no butterflies in my stomach when I see you. I no longer crave your presence. I never thought that the person responsible for making me feel so happy and loved would be the same person who would inflict so much pain into my heart and make me feel so alone and miserable.
DIY Vase
I was recently toying with the idea of making a flower vase and making cute little bouquets to put in the house. I wanted to use us materials I already had and just have a bit of a fun afternoon to myself. I came up with an idea, which would be easy enough and fun to do with kids.
TWSC Diaries: How Stigma and Discrimination Scarred Me
Stigma has been the worst thing that I've had to fight with all of my life. It is the worst place for human being to be. Stigma is broad, and I know what it can do to a person.
TWSC Diaries: What Betrayal Taught me About Friendship
Friendship is a subject that is close to my heart because I have been betrayed and stabbed many times by “friends,” “best friends” or people I looked up to.
My Pieces
These are my pieces, but they are not my whole. I am more than this flesh and blood. My skin does not portray who or what lies inside of me. My expressions don’t necessarily show how I really feel, and my eyes don’t allow you to see how hurt my soul is.
TWSC Series: The Day My Village Was Burned Down – The Survival of an Internally Displaced Person - Part 2
While in that house, there was still shooting going on outside, so we were all on the floor. We were there for over 30 minutes.
DIY Avocado & Petroleum Jelly Hair Mask
So a couple months ago, I was watching a YouTube video by QueenyKaay in which she used petroleum jelly as a moisturizer to define her curls.
No Longer a Prisoner of my Past
I was a prisoner. Yes, a prisoner to my past. I was scared to break out, so I was waiting for someone to bail me out.
Fighting For My Sunrise
I stood in the dark, feeling like that’s where I belonged. My mind was covered in the dark apparel of my own thoughts. I had a war to fight, yes, a war. They were dark wars because I was fighting with my own demons. The war seemed unending.
The Thoughts of a 19-year-old Millennial: I Have no Limits
My age, skin colour and height place no restrictions on my achievements. But people, even my so-called friends and family members often pose them as limitations.
TWSC Series: The Day My Village Was Burned Down – The Survival of an Internally Displaced Person
One fateful day, the inhabitants of Kwa-Kwa village were under a serious attack as the military forces attacked the village and were destroying and burning people's houses.