memory – Jacquline Njeri

To the City I Left, But Still Miss in Small Ways

Dear City, I didn’t think I would miss you this much. When I packed my bags, I told myself I was ready to move on, ready for new streets, new

To the Love I Thought Would Be Forever

Dear You, There was a time I truly believed we would last. The way you looked at me, the way our hands fit together, the way we talked about the

Breaking generational patterns

Many of us approach parenthood carrying a silent weight: the fear of repeating our own upbringing’s less positive aspects. We see our parents’ struggles, their limitations, or even their mistakes,

To the Mother Who Needed Me to Be Her Mother

I was too young to carry what you gave me.Too young to hold your sadness, your stories, your fears. But I did. Because I thought that’s what love meant. You

To the Brother Who Got Everything I Didn’t

Dear Brother, You probably never noticed. And I don’t think you meant to. But growing up, it always felt like life handed you things with both hands while I had

Dear Dad

You were always there, physically. In the living room, watching the news. At the dinner table, silent. Outside on the veranda, smoking with your thoughts. You weren’t absent like the