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In Pursuit of Imperfection
It seems, at least to me, that there is this urge, a vengeful pursuit towards cleaning up the corners and crevices of what we produce. We want it to be this little egg that never gets spoilt — stuck in time. Even in programming, there’s nothing sweeter than getting something done. Yet, it’s never really done and once it’s commited, it’s privy to enter such an imperfect system that includes other…
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My eyes crack open with fatigue weighing down on them. It’s 8.34 am. I slept through the alarm – or I forgot to set an alarm – or I trusted my body to wake itself before the stand-up. Either way, my sleep over the past weeks has become much more routinely irregular. I power on my machine, perhaps spending a minute or two to get my cold brew, swivel on my chair and listen. There’s always someone…
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Endings
And it’s almost as if I left through the back door.The sense of escaping what I knew to be how things were supposed to end.How are things supposed to end? With expectations forcing actions into predefined paths.Of all the ways that I imagined my four years of college turning out, I didn’t think that they would turn out with me not graduating on time, with no job, and staying over at a friend’s…
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Dawn
I turn the faucet all the way to the right for the last few seconds of my shower – a ritual I have taken up this past winter. The practice reminds me of high school when I didn’t have the luxury of steamy personal bathrooms but rather run-down swaths of stalls – some of which didn’t work entirely. Toward the end of my junior year, we were lucky to have one or two of the stalls installed with…
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Found a new home!
I’ve wanted to have a bit more flexibility about how my content looks, how you (the reader) access and read the posts on this blog – peeking into the ideas that stay in my head for a while before they find themselves on the page. I have wanted, also to experiment with how I share writing and how it is presented. I had several options, but landed circled all the way to setting it up on my site. It…
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Bubbling
In the dust there lays some sense of what was past, what was forgotten and what was lost. My feet sink into the particles as I grab onto what are my calloused toes from too much running away from something. I dare not look back – dare not tempt the shadows that I conquered. Hair – loose and breaking I wonder if I’ll ever see its full length. Several things are amiss. I miss several things. The…
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Sinking
I sinkInto patterns,A slow agony of todos and expectations,Demanding of me, wanting from me,What I do not seem to have,but questions of:What not to do, what to prioritize,When to sleep? What to want? What is necessary?Seem to blur into each other.How can I answer all these and take care of my mind, remember to eat, run, laugh and pray?But isn’t this struggle the whole point of life – friend…
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Thinking about the color of my skin
Thinking about the color of my skin
Coming from the East of Africa, I grew up without a perception that my skin came with a certain sense of existence different from others. Rather than my existence being centered around the color of my skin, the question I often asked was some flavor of “how do I tell stories that portray the diversity and complexity of our people?” To answer this question, I needed to look back in order to look…
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A meditation on 24 Twenty-four is slow, is fast, is blurry and gets lost often, in its becoming. It has no ring to it, no newness, no uniqueness.
a to z
I have these primitive senses – to feel something new, to want something that I do not have, to dwell on what I miss out on. Why is it, as Paul asked, although I want to do good, evil is right there with me?[1].I see myself working each day to control these primal instincts – a practice that is very much a delicate balance fraught with self-determination and compromise. For when I fall into any…
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September I’m in September. And it almost feels like a transition with an end of the longest summer in my mind marked by rain, the shrinking days, and the deadening of leaves.
Chicken Soup
I begin to meet with my mother on call each week in the Summer during the pandemic and we decide to talk about anything and everything. As we speak, my intention is to learn more about her and that, eventually, she can learn more about me. She shares stories of how she met my father and studied in America. She tells me of her joyous and happy moments as well as her struggles and mistakes. All the…
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Passive Observations It is imperative for you look beyond my words for truth. Be wary of simplifications and too much complexity.
Arrays of hope held loose
There is a lot that’s going on. A lot of disarray within our composed lives that ask us to retract from what we know about ourselves and others and our worlds. Different forms of us emerge, perhaps for revealing what frames need testing, understanding.
Funneling this energy, emotion and body into meaning is a task that’s ridiculously slippery. And I for one, in fits and starts, only begin to…
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Quicksand
Sleep seems foreign and uneasy of late. My body’s refusal to tune out, to quiet down, to let go of stimulus, attention and to rest – very much against my will has been draining. As if time has become flat, I have resisted its shift between night and day. My body has grabbed on to the instinct to remain vigilant even as the earth turns away from the sun. My mind takes leave and I am left with my…
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Can you write something?
Can you write something?
So, it’s been a while. Been such a long while that I almost forgot about this – the writing and the reading, and this space that I have here. I intended to stop blogging (apart from the one post prior to this) – since the Fall of last year for one reason – to detach myself from my blog and the practice of it so that I ask myself why it is that I want to share a little about me here – and in…
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