Dear Me. Happy Birthday.
I still remember a time when the new year was a beacon of hope.
The train of life moves too fast.
I’m not judging you.
It is Sunday morning. You wake up, ready to conquer the world. You wait for the usual sounds of the…
I have always been odd. Weird. When I was younger, I stuck out like a sore thumb in a time…
Picture this: You’re seated in front of a computer, excited to write something. You open the app that you use…
A couple of weeks back, a beautiful person approached me and told me that she enjoyed my writing and my…
Dear Me I stole borrowed the name reluctant blogger from Ntomby because it suits me perfectly. I am a very…
I don’t come from much