Little Pieces of a Life.

Umva Muhazi🤎 You might be reading this in April, a few days after my birthday when it went live or maybe much later, depending on when you came across it. But today, as I write, it is Friday, 20th February. I’ve written this across different seasons before it finally made its way out. So, what you are reading is a two-month journey. I hadn’t planned on being this open here, but putting pieces of my life into words has quietly become part of who I am. Lately, Lady Whistledown

My younger sister once told me she never understood me. Not really. She couldn’t understand how someone could constantly sing about missing people. Missing friends. Missing moments. Missing memories. If you asked my family about me, they would probably laugh first and then say, “She has a very soft heart.” So soft that they filter sensitive information before it reaches me. They assume that if something is too heavy, it might break me. Maybe they imagine I would fall sick fro

Mpha It has quietly become my tradition to begin the new year in February. January is my draft; the first week of February, a free trial. So yes, my year only started this past week. On New Year’s Eve (the regular one), Prisca invited me to her church for a crossover service. Of course, where Prisca and I are, Annie is never far. So, we thanked God, praised Him, and prayed for His guidance over the new year. When 1 st January came, I did not leave my house, let alone the hou