I know how it feels like to be in chains 

To pull back and forth in vain

I know what it is like to fight in the dark

To fight monsters you don’t recognize 

When you stick and stab with needles

but just through air

Yet they have swords 

Thick and made of the toughest of steel

They pierce through your skin

And cut and slice as they please

And you cry and wail and scream and beg for mercy

But they don’t speak your tongue

they don’t comprehend your language

They go on and on

no rush, no hurry

You watch your flesh drop in cubes,

and your blood splatter like paint

not on walls or shoes or clothes

but on faces

faceless faces

your hair falls strand by strand,

your mouth dries,

your voice becomes coarse,

your nails like thin glass begin to crack

so do your teeth

and in no time, your bones follow soot

you are cold and broken and distorted and lifeless

your body can’t take it

no more

it gives in

you give in

and suddenly you can see them

and feel them

and smell them

you can understand when they speak and move

you can communicate 

Then it occurs to you

all they ever wanted was for you to be on their side, in their world

for you to torture

to suck and squeeze life out of people just like they did to you

all the things you’ve never thought of doing 

at least not to people

but it’s a little too late

you’re one of them


putting people in chains

and you don’t hesitate to use your swords

it’s a game

chains and swords


A certain injustice in which not everyone always gets what they deserve.

Let me just begin this by jogging your mind a little bit. Have you ever encountered a caterpillar? What about a butterfly? Great! Its common thought that a caterpillar is gross but a butterfly is beautiful. Well if you did science at any stage of your life, you may have been taught the life cycle of a butterfly. The caterpillar is the larva stage and it does almost all the work. It’s the stage at which most feeding occurs, molting and what not. So why is it that the caterpillar does all the work and the butterfly gets all the publicity? Isn’t that some type of injustice? Do you ever notice it as a person? Ever thought about it?

Well, before I wrote this article I never noticed it. Being a science student I know that the butterfly is responsible for mating and for me that was way more work than just feeding, excreting, feeding some more and then shedding some skin or in this case exoskeleton. But now that I’ve just sort of thought it through, the caterpillar deserves a lot of respect. It’s not easy looking for the right green leafy plants to feed on, and feed until it’s more than full. And as if that’s not enough, it has to shed its exoskeleton which I’m assuming has to be a painful process and it also looks gross and scary. That’s a lot to deal with to be honest.

And now I bet you’re wondering why I’m writing this. Like how is it helping you in your life? Well I don’t know but what I’m thinking is if such injustice happens naturally in nature because society chooses what to glorify as it sees fit in its eye then it’s for sure worse in humanity. But even if it somehow happens to you, know that even if you’re not getting all the fame or popularity or acknowledgement, there’s someone out there that will one day recognize you for what you’re doing and the amount of work you’re enduring just for survival of the next generation. That’s if you’re patient, because it may take longer than you actually anticipate. I’m, however, not totally against the idea of you taking matters into your own hands and taking that publicity for yourself if you do want it as opposed to sitting and hoping that someone brings it to you.

Stay positive though! 

My Kenyan dream

I have a dream 

That one day elections in this country will be nothing to be nervous or worried about

That we will treat that period as any other

That it will not be a time for Kenyans to be divided along ethnic lines

But a time to unify under our democratic right and constitutional duty

I have a dream

That one day we won’t worship political leaders 

That we will understand that we hold the power

That we the people, choose them

That we don’t think that they are better than us but that we believe in them to lead us

That they will not think of us as vessels of violence 

But as the masters to their service

That one day being a governor or senator or whatever

Won’t mean anything else but service to the people

That it won’t mean “an opportunity to get oneself to Forbes list of the world’s richest people”

Although that’s not a bad thing as long as it doesn’t involve swindling and any other malpractice 
I want to believe that one day we’ll understand

That at the end of the day, we’re all tax payers

At the end of the day, we’re all Kenyan citizens

Kenya is bigger than all of us

Dear politicians,

And I’m only using “dear” in the most conventional sense

Not because I have any affection for most of you

But because it is traditional and respectful to begin a plea that way

Kenya is bigger than you too

You have a following, platform and influence, sure! 

Use it to make the world a better place

The world needs all of us

Africa needs us

Kenya needs us

And we need each other



I am heavily perspiring

There are trickles of sweat in my brows,

In my hair

On my forehead

It even feels like there are waterfalls in my armpits

I feel like I cannot breathe

Like someone is heavily choking me with some leather belt

My neck feels tightened

And my throat squeezed

And no matter how much am gasping for air

None of it is getting to my lungs

My heart is racing

The adrenaline flashing in my veins is immense

But no matter how hard I’m trying

I cannot move a single muscle

Not even to blink

They’re all tense

I cannot believe what I’m seeing

Not that I want to anyway

But eyes are glued

I have never seen anything like this even in my worst nightmares

This is absolute horror

And I’m completely paralyzed

My blood turns icy

My legs begin to cramp

Heck I can’t move even to ease the pain

A chocked cry for help forces itself up my throat

And a drop runs my cheek.

Take me back


I don’t understand myself

I just don’t

Occasionally I lie clueless in bed

Knowing only one thing

That I want to be held by you again

That I miss when you tuck a piece of hair behind my ear

And lift my chin

I miss you looking into my hazel eyes

When you lean on my shoulder

And whisper that you’ll never let go

The sound vibrations make my blood boil

I know it’s cliché

But it sends shivers down my spine

Saliva suddenly escapes my mouth

And my throat becomes dry

My knees weaken

My legs cannot support my weight

I can barely stand on my own

My hands behave as if they’re lifeless

They can’t hold

My heart swells

If it weren’t made of elastic cardiac muscles

I swear it could explode

My breath is slowed

For a split second,

Not one part of me is functional

I think I die

I can’t think

I can’t breathe

I can’t see

I’m motionless

But then I spring back to life when you wrap me in your arms

The only place I believe I belong

But this is all in my head

Because we can’t do this anymore

I can’t do this anymore

A tear flows freely down my cheek

And I lie in bed again

I don’t understand myself

I just don’t

But I know that

I miss the safety

The protection

The homely feeling

The sensation

I miss you.

By laurahstar.

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