I’m Taking It as My Sign
Sometimes you dream of the absence of friction.
You dream of opening your front door and everything just working.
That's wealth to me.
The ability to handle ordinary life without every inconvenience becoming an emergency.
Whispers from My Heart
“Whispers From My Heart” is a sacred space where I pour the unspoken — my healing, my growing, my letting go, my loving. Each poem and love letter is a soft echo of the woman I am becoming: brave, blooming, and beautifully unfinished. These are the whispers born from my deepest battles, my quietest prayers, and my brightest hopes. If you find yourself here, know that you are not alone. Welcome to the parts of me that once hurt, now healing — and the parts of you they just might soothe too.
The Lens Has Changed
Lately, the light has been catching her differently. Or perhaps it is catching me.
I don’t know. But I have started noticing the small things about her.
I can’t seem to stop falling for her.
And when I picture the shape of her smile,
I find something almost embarrassingly familiar.
Evidence of Life in August
A year ago, I started healing because I was tired of hurting. This August, I looked back and realized I am not the same woman who began that journey. I still have things to heal, things to build, debts to clear, dreams waiting for their turn, and a life I am still figuring out. But something fundamental has shifted. I am no longer standing at the edge of my life wondering whether I'm allowed to want more.
Three Receipts and a Dare
I wasn't in the mood to be hopeful that day. I was frustrated, tired of rebuilding, tired of watching my business fight for its footing after losing almost 200 Google reviews. So I did something slightly reckless: I dared the universe to show me how good it could get. I stopped trying to control every outcome, took the leap, rebuilt what I could, and decided that whatever happened, happened.
The Life I Once Prayed For
What happens when the woman who once prayed for “enough” finally realizes she has more than enough? This is a letter from the other side of survival.
From worrying about rent and inconsistent income to flying to the coast with her son, building a thriving business, creating a beautiful home, and finally feeling safe in the life she created, Vinaywa looks back at every version of herself that almost gave up and says, “Thank you for staying.”
100 Desires | The Life I’m Available For
I want a bigger life. Not because the life I have is worthless, but because I know there is more I want to experience.
More money. More freedom. More travel. More creativity. More beautiful things. More skills. More opportunities. More laughter with my son. More rooms in my life for things that don't have to be productive to be worthwhile.
The Man I Finally Buried
Dear You,
Fuck you.
I don't know how else to begin this because I am tired of dressing up my anger in mature language.
Finding Peace in the Waiting in July
We run ourselves ragged trying to force doors open that were never meant for us. But if you force the lock before the key is ready, you will only break the mechanism. If you are currently sitting in a silent season, feeling left behind, remember: the earth does not rush the harvest. Let the silt settle. Let yourself breathe.
Welcome to twenty-seven, Cynthia
I went looking for a quiet place to walk, and I ended up finding a completely unexpected adventure with strangers who made me feel special. They inspired me with their stories, shared their time, and reminded me how easy it can be to just exist in the world when you let go of the control.
There Will Be Signs
Instead of wearing my success like a heavy, clanking armor of designer logos, I chose a different path. I decided to melt the gold. I wanted a wealth that was like a melted gold thread, woven secretly and seamlessly into the daily routine of my life, invisible to the eyes of onlookers but entirely transformative to my reality.
What If It All Works Out
Instead of asking what if everything falls apart, I began to ask a new question. What if it all works out? Do not let fear make you dream small. Ask the wild questions, demand the abundance, and expect the unexpected sources of income to find you. You are worthy of a life of ease, and it is time to start building it.
Riding the Unseen Current
Have you ever felt like your own panic was your biggest opponent? I just realized that often, all that worrying serves no one. I'm sharing my journey of setting a powerful boundary against anxiety, choosing to trust an 'Unseen Current' instead. From a lost note to an M-Pesa mishap, discover how these moments became lessons in letting go and reclaiming peace.
Healed Girls Still Cry Lyrics | A Soulful Song for the Healing Journey
"Healed Girls Still Cry" is a song dedicated to anyone who thought healing meant you had to stop hurting completely. Society tells us that once we've "moved on," we shouldn't shed another tear. But the truth is, healing isn't linear. Crying doesn't mean you're broken; it means you are finally safe enough to feel.
You Were My Yes Lyrics
Motherhood doesn't always come with a picture-perfect plan, a white picket fence, or a "ready-made family." I wrote "You Were My Yes" as a deeply personal letter to my son, and to every single mother who has ever cried in the dark out of guilt for the things they couldn't provide.
June: The Last Few Meters
The woman who entered June, holding onto the frayed edges of hope, quietly wishing life would finally rescue her, was not the same woman who walked out of it. She walked out with a shovel in her hand, dust on her boots, and a quiet, fierce certainty in her gaze. She was building her own exit, even while everyone else kept calling it a dead end. And she was not stopping.
Forging the Demand
I knocked on three doors in the valley of my pride, seeking water from wells I already knew were dry. But when you are wedged into the tightest angle of the dark, you learn a profound truth: a corner is never a burial ground. It is an anvil. And i am the iron. I am not casting wishes into the void, I am forging a demand.
This Little Feeling Lyrics
"This Little Feeling" is a late-night, vulnerable R&B confession about the anxiety of letting your guard down, overthinking every text, and finally admitting that a "little feeling" has turned into something you can't ignore.
Dust and Rain
I am tearing through cupboards, hunting for sugar, for salt, for a thick, heavy carb to swallow so my chest will stop caving in. I turn on the television... It doesn't work. My mind knows he is a shallow well. But my tongue is coated in dust, and my skin is begging for the rain.