SUICIDE SIDE NOTE

Thoughts shifting… Drafts drifting…. Pain quenching….Emotion drenching.. Mind silencing … This was what my addiction used to feel like… Like I was finally doing something about it… Like I was reaching out to that deep pit I had fallen into and finally held my own hand…Saved Myself.… From Myself… It felt like prickling an over blown balloon and instead of it blowing up it just peacefully released…Slowly… Like that deep breath you take after a long day… Like the relieving stretch you take when you wake up… That’s what my beautiful blade was to me…A sign that I got this… Like an armor in a sword fight that makes you feel rather safe even though you know it might not end well… People think that my addiction meant I was addicted to constantly trying to kill myself but I actually was addicted to the constant need to “save” myself from the pain I was feeling…. And today even though I know it’s still a struggle I have….. I wear my SCARS on my sleeves because they remind me of the struggles I face behind closed doors… And since I am finally getting the hang of living my authentic life …. I acknowledge myself in all forms … I wish one day you will too

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VIOLENCE

TO STATE THE OBVIOUS

One day I was assaulted. For this character that I put on so effortlessly. The stud. I wasn’t assaulted in the worst way possible as society defines it. Coz it considers rape the worst misdemeanor. When will people ever understand that assault does not always mean those physical signs of abuse? It does not have to be unsolicited physical contact caused by another individual and the awareness that the connection was unwanted. It is as little as the intent to cause fear or imminent harm. It is about noticing the vulnerabilities and exploiting them. It goes down to mental health. The worst kind of battle. So I am walking, in a busy Muthurwa market, Nairobi around December. Brushing shoulders, every vendor calling out. Then boom! Trouble stands in front of me, and pulls me to his kibandaski at the side. He was selling some dope sports shoes, most of them were Jordan’s. I love lighter shoes, so I told him no, I don’t want to buy. “Maze lazima ununue kitu. Niko na vitu kali kali.” Nop. I don’t want anything. “Na wee ni dem ama boy. Ebuuu…” then a small scuffle as struggled to let my hand loose. So I attracted attention, kiasi tu. Enough to bring the other vendors. Shit got worse. No one was on my side. So I am there. Mmoja amenishika and other three have joined in. Trouble. Trouble. Trouble. “Oya oya, johnte ni nini? Achananeni na customer bana. Fuck! The angel.“Ni dem achana na yeye.” There were tears in my eyes. I didn’t buy nothing. I just went. I have never used that certain route ever. Of all types of crimes against persons, this is the worst. My wound was mental. They wounded me in the worst way possible. I know most of y’all don’t relate but battles are different. This one I fight every day.

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SMOKING

MINDFUL SMOKER

Growing up I always found women who smoked a lot attractive maybe because they were few or I could never talk to them about it, I did ask men though, who told me that if I smoked I would go bald, grow beards and other funny stuff people tell kids, but deep inside me, that didn’t scare me, it felt as if they were opening up my world to possibilities of whom I might be but in a different way, though some part of me knew it was a lie.I wanted to taste a smoke so bad, I had always been super curious and one day, I did. I didn’t like it at all, maybe because I coughed my eyes out or something like that, my cousin and I had stolen a cigarette from his dad on a Sunday afternoon after church and we lit up while at the shamba we were so worried about getting the stench off our clothes, luckily there was that tree, mũthithida, we chewed on the leaves and backs of those young trees and we were fresh again. That trial died at that.Years later, am in high school, my life is moving so fast, I have tasted several cigarettes by now, I am not chocking because you know, practice makes perfect but I could only take them on special occasions, like weekends alone, I loved how it felt being not sober for a split second, thinking clearly and deeply about not school, but myself, high school love and crushes at times punishments and teachers that didn’t make sense or was so guilty but I had a justifiable reason or reaction, but all in all, I couldn’t wait to finish my school life, and I did, by now I could take a packet and a half a day, was it a problem? No, I was a typical ‘goth’ youngster. Then came this day when i went to try my luck for KDF then I noticed how heavy my chest was, I could literally taste blood in my mouth, felt my heart beat loudly in my ears, I thought I was going to die. My cousin was with me on that day, complaining about the same things, he admitted out loud, “hizi mafegi ndo zinafanya tusikie hivi” it hit me, but still continued but I took off the half that day. Got to one packet.Am in campus now, I am hustling like a dog to keep my school life rolling, I further reduced the intake to a few sticks a day, buying cigarettes was expensive, I didn’t have cash but I never lacked 50bob a day for my Dunhill, my girlfriend never liked it since she hated the smell and people who smoked, the irony, and because of this there were days of scolding especially when I burnt stuff in the house or turned everything into an ashtray.After many years of smoking, I got into the movement, from a world of me smoking alone, to a world where almost everyone smoked, I felt like the universe was playing some kind of trick on me, I had decided to stop smoking but I kept going back on my decision since I loved smoking with my new found tribe, borrowing each other cigarette or lighters was just something I found cute.One super hot day in Thika, my friends and I went swimming, we were playing in the water and laughing very loudly, my girlfriend called me and a friend, and she asked, “kwani uko na skuma kwa meno na bado hatujakula” . She laughed while asking me to open my mouth, she tried removing something between my teeth it wasn’t coming off. So she said, “ebu fungua mdomo yote” , so I did, she asked for her phone, took a picture of the inner side of my lower incisors. My 4 incisors had a chocolate brown coating that looked like it was oozing out! I was so shocked that I immediately stopped! I mean it, just like that, I stopped smoking and started cleaning my teeth with different toothpastes all in the hope of getting back my white teeth which were too far gone, still are . Because of smoking, I overcame my fear of dentists and have even booked a mouth cleaning and whitening procedure that’s going to happen soon. I still smoke once in a blue moon, but I haven’t had a smoke for months for almost 2 years, and for this I am proud of myself!

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