Author: Silpah Rehema
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Kindred wound ( Pt 2)
If you are new here, Tap the link below 👇🏿 to read Kindred wound part 1… Enjoy! A kindred wound (PT 1) *********** And thus far I had become a slave to this strange malady. A malady that never abandoned me, even briefly, it still stuck on me wherever I went, and if I had…
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A kindred wound (PT 1)
I have decided to split this piece into two on account of its length. The second part will be posted next Sunday the 18th of April. Enjoy! *** The step paused next to my bed. Then an injection of morphine and opium went right inside my body. And as it is, these two medicines worked…
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Drifting Within
By Rehema Over time, I have learned one thing about power and control. It is with the topmost brick. “When you start having them in layers, you understand every shape and form of each brick to the extent of identifying the faulty ones just by a glance.” These words from a previous conversation with Nicu,…
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Shortlived
It was at the park where I sat with my feelings on one of those evenings, when the cause of my blues was not something new anywhere around a solution yet. I wanted to depart. To depart for any place at all that was not this place. I wanted to be free. To be free…
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Darkness unto Light
Unedited Two weeks ago I withdrew solely from the company of man only to be near myself perhaps not; to be near God. Thus, I turned my room into a retreat center. Such that each time I walked in, I would see my bed awaiting me forgivingly and once I’d collapse on it, the blanket…
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Breaking Down
By Rehema When Liru calls the first time, I am climbing a flight of stairs to my condo. I feel exhausted after working eight hours to cover my night shift in the hospital. My spirits, on the other hand, have since sunk to their nadir, and at the edge of my consciousness, I experience a…
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So long a vexation
I am of the belief that, what does not kill you will always keep you awake at night. For this night does not rid off my worries. Instead, all it does is bring them to the surface. For everytime I had sought repose, my dreams would preserve the actuality of troubles as my days. Thus,…
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Bleak Epiphany
Unedited He made me a vow before the statue of Madonna. A vow that I longed for and yet so much dreaded. Gripped with fear of long unchanging days with no sign from it, I begin to imagine that he has lost power to honour his own instructs. But why was I being mistrustful? How…
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Valentine Jerop -Medicine & Surgery Student
YOUR STORY E01 ” Every person you meet has something to teach you” How well would you describe yourself? I am Valentine Jerop , fourth year medical student and a first born in a family of eight. I wonder why family came up in my first sentence? My family means the world to me and…
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Sharon Omondi-Model & Special Needs Educator.
YOUR STORY E04 “Sometimes the greatest adventure is simply a conversation.” Tell us a little bit about Sharon as a child? I was quite a sociable kid growing up and I have since managed to keep in touch with most of my childhood friends. I was brilliant when it came to class work and the…
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Jenisa Shawn- Make- up Artist
YOUR STORY EO3 I think you know you’ve found someone special when you meet them for the first time,and it feels like you’re just picking up where you left off .You look at them and think ” where have you been?” What inspired you to become a Make Up Artist? I have always drawn my…
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Mariam-akin- Muziki – Vocalist
YOUR STORY Nothing more exciting than meeting new people , hearing their stories and being inspired Who is Mariam-Akin-Muziki? I am Godly, a simple and driven character, a singer, songwriter, voice coach and live performer. Having studied,created & even teach music,did you always know this was something you wanted to do? Yes. My interest in…
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Welcome to Memoir of Me.
Good to have you here! ✓(Memoir of Me)a blog; is a beginning with no end in sight. It’s about a life turned into metaphors. A Proustian journey of the present trickling into memories. A painful metamorphosis, this slipping between the cracks of darkness and light, the intoxication of one’s own solitude with the almost unbearable…
Memoir of Me 