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Jatuka
Growing up, going to Kabondo was not just an Ordinary trip it was a Special Treat. It was a time to reconnect with my cousins while My Mother bonded with her Siblings. The journey was always kept a secret till the very last minute and every once in awhile I would accompany My Mother Home to Kabondo. She had a way of sneaking in and leaving without telling me. And each time she returned, I would throw a tantrum and refuse to eat as pay back for not being invited on the trip to Kabondo. You see My Mother’s hometown held a special place in Our Lives yet she never spent the night there whenever she visited. Her trips were conducted early mornings and she would returned by evening the same day. I seldom wondered why she didn’t like staying overnight. Maybe she explained it, but it never sinked in until now. Once you lose your parents, going Home nolonger feels the same. To me Kabondo was Heaven yet for My Mother it was Bitter sweet. Each time she left me behind I would cry and plead to go on the next trip but the answer was always No. The few times I was able to go she would conduct a prep-talk a day before the trip. No we cannot spend the night, no you cannot stay behind and no don’t ask your uncles to ask me. Be on your best behavior when we arrive and if you go play outside, stay within close range. And that was the order nothings for many of the trips to Kabondo. No one ever pleaded with her for us to stay longer. Maybe it was her strict demeanor that scared everyone, or maybe they tried and gave up. Either way, the Trips to Kabondo were always short lived. All the uncles, cousins, extended relatives would always meet and gather at Uncle Wilson’s house each time we visited. I sometimes wondered where the rest of them lived, but dared to never ask. Remember I was summoned to be on my best behavior while in Kabondo, and if I disobeyed I would be dispelled from visiting again. I knew not to ask questions in order to continue accompanying Mommy on her trips.
By Pam Zee16 days ago in Families
The Portal of Creation:
Across ages and civilizations, the feminine principle has been revered not merely as a companion to creation, but as its very portal. The phrase “portal of creation” captures a truth whispered through myth, mysticism, and sacred geometry alike — that the universe expresses itself through a generative matrix, a womb of becoming. In this cosmology, creation is not a passive event but an eternal pulse flowing through the living body of the feminine.
By Aja Truth17 days ago in Families
What If I Am the Victim
There is a moment many of us reach after deep self-reflection. You ask yourself hard questions. You examine your behavior. You wonder if you are the problem. And after all that honesty, another thought quietly appears. What if I am actually the victim
By Eunice Kamau18 days ago in Families
Family Is Complicated
No one tells you that family is the first place you learn contradiction. They tell you family is love. Blood. Home. They don’t tell you it is also silence that stretches for years, arguments that begin over nothing and end with everything, and love that sometimes arrives disguised as disappointment.
By Jhon smith20 days ago in Families
Bettijo Hirschi
Introduction Bettijo Hirschi is a multi‑talented creative professional from the United States. She works as a designer, art director, photographer, writer, and event planner. Bettijo has built a long career in creative work and media. People know her for her artistic skills, her work in magazines and television, and her lifestyle blog. She is also known in recent news because of changes in her personal life.
By Farhan Sayed21 days ago in Families
How Do You Know You Are the Toxic or Narcissistic One
We spend a lot of time learning how to identify toxic people. We read articles, watch videos, and swap stories with friends about narcissists we survived. Rarely do we stop and ask a harder question. What if some of the behavior I am angry about exists in me too?
By Eunice Kamau25 days ago in Families
Fleeing Home - Again.... Content Warning.
Today I am not going to lie about or sugarcoat how I am doing. I am doing terribly. My children and I ended up fleeing our home last night. Again. Because of a man who decided to tell me that I had no other option than that he was going to be accessing my property.
By The Schizophrenic Mom26 days ago in Families
DEEP HEIGHTS
I Love How He Loves Me GRACELLA NOV 19, 2025 (Just a Devotional): I am left in a sweet place here and had a wonderful time with my Lord, as I always do. But this was different. Unspeakably different. It is not really something I can share, because it is just one of those things that belongs to you; if you know what I mean.
By Kadee Grace26 days ago in Families
Moving On From a Toxic Narcissistic Relationship Is Hard And That Reality Deserves Honesty
People talk about leaving toxic narcissistic relationships as if walking away is the finish line. As if once you leave, everything suddenly becomes clear and easy. But the truth is, leaving is often the smallest part of the journey. The real work begins after. The silence. The confusion. The moments where you question your own memory and wonder how you stayed for so long.
By Eunice Kamau29 days ago in Families
The Love That Stays Off-Camera
I didn’t notice the fire until it was almost too late. It was a Tuesday in late October. Dry wind, brittle leaves, the kind of air that crackles with danger. I was inside, scrolling through bad news on my phone, when the smell hit—acrid, sharp, wrong. I ran outside just as smoke curled over the ridge behind our street.
By KAMRAN AHMAD29 days ago in Families
The Last Gallop
In a small village nestled between golden wheat fields and sun-cracked hills, there lived a horse named Bahar. He wasn’t sleek or swift, nor did he have a pedigree worth boasting about. His coat was dull in places, his legs bore old scars, and one ear was half-torn from a long-forgotten storm. But to twelve-year-old Rehan, Bahar was more than a horse—he was memory, comfort, and home.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Families
Mutants for Dividends: How Bioengineered Animals Feed Profits, Not Life
That little “bioengineered” sticker on your groceries? It’s not a warning—it’s a confession. America didn’t just change food; it rewrote nature’s code to keep profits flowing. Too bad your body—and the animals—are the crash test dummies.
By Aja Truthabout a month ago in Families