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YOU ARE NOT THE VICTIM, BE ACCOUNTABLE

Its Sunday, I'm having lunch with my parents, and a conversation that alters my brain chemistry arises. We were talking about the current state of the world and specifically our country, Kenya. As I was listening to them talk, my brain immediately recognized a pattern that I have to talk about here, we are not victims of our life situations, we just need to be more accountable about our contribution to the problem. First of all, I want to give a disclaimer that this doesn't in any way relate to actual victims of abuse or anything of such grave significance. I am more so talking about how we refuse to do introspection on our contribution to the problem When you hear people talking about the government or anything in that line, it's always pointing fingers to authority and how they should be better. I asked one simple question on the lunch table, where do these leaders come from? are they not elected? by the people of the republic. We have this thing where we separate ourselv...

POTENTIAL IS NONSENSE !!!!!!!!!

Potential...potential...potential. This word has been used time and time again to describe the power that one seemingly holds imaginatively. I recall the first time I heard this term was in primary school. " You have so much potential. You can get 400 marks so easily if you revise" This term stuck with me, and I won't lie.... I loved being told that I had a lot of potential👼. Psychologically, especially when one is at a negative space, such a statement from a teacher or even just a normal person would change my mood completely. I would get a burst of hope and a sense of worth. I'd feel powerful and no longer defeated...i mean...I have potential. But as time passes and I keep growing and the more I hear this term, I can finally declare my standpoint on it. Potential is NONSENSE. Potential is imaginative.... Potential is a delusion...... Potential is not action...Potential is fake...Potential doesn't exist👺. Damn, I know that was so harsh and maybe I'm word v...

I HATEEEE MY PHONE

 omg...so hello......yeah...I know.... I'm back but idk if I really am....ok so...I hateee my phone. let me explain. I hate that i have an insane dependency on my phone. I'm basically its slave and it my master in some way. Think about it, your phone being stolen or you even not seeing your phone is like such a big deal. I hate that about my phone, I'm basically its bodyguard on top of that..., my lord...... arghh...... I have to feed it also daily (charge it) and arghhh...its pissing me off. Ok, breathe chile...omg...breathe...ok,but let's keep it a buck. I cannot survive this world without my phone.... heh...siwezi......like that's my baby..my assistant...my link to the rest of the world...my key from isolation...my point of creativity....that's my person so yeah...I lowkey hate this cause dafuq ok let me be more specific...I hate how I always end up being distracted by my phone. Anytime I have something I need to do, and my phone is around, I always end up ei...

AM I BACK OR IS THIS ANOTHER LIE

So, hello there, if your new here, my name is Eric Gichuru and quarantine had this passion i picked up during quarantine because i love writing. I don't do the writing that makes most New York best-selling books but I love writing about things that I feel connected with. I picked up writing because if I'm being 100% honest, I could not handle being perceived visually and i love communication, so writing was my outlet. as I write this today, it's literally been over 2 years since my last post and I personally think it's even crazy 2 YEARSSS omg omg omgggg. anyway, so I stumbled upon this blogpost, and I decide to bring life back into an old passion I loved. so, where do I begin. of course you'd ask, why 2 years that's crazy for something you loved and if I am being honest, I don't have a good enough excuse. I am literally no longer in my teens writing this yet the last time I wrote this I was still 18 omggg crazy. so much has changed in my life. first and for...

WHY I AM EMBACKING ON MY WRITING JOURNEY SLOWLY BUT SWIFTLY.

First i feel like I need to give a background on my writing journey, its not a long one anyway. This started when i was in quarantine period in 2020 when we were all bored and I wrote some articles and to vividly remember i also used to write on twitter but i`m not telling y`all about that that shit was cringe as hell if you think this is cringe😂😂😂  I feel like I have so much on my chest all the time and to be quite frank, I don`t have the balls for a YouTube channel so i take what i can get if this is my mode of expression so be it. Sadly, after we resumed to school after quarantine, I  lost interest  and i feel like i even forgot i had made such a platform. People  then last year or this year randomly started mentioning it and i was in awe at how people still saw it after all those months and nearly years told me that they had seen my blog posts and they liked it and  that compliment has motivated me to come back to it and start doing it. I really enjoyed i...

THE MISUNDERSTOOD CONCEPT OF MISOGYNY( CONTRAVERSIAL)

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MEANING????? this refers to the specific hatred towards females and women in general.  I know many are surprised that such a word exists at this era. In the early 1800-1900 and even some early parts of 2000, men were know to hate and objectify women completely on a whole new level. Surprisingly, it was not a big deal since everyone did it. My question is why are the females now being perceived as the most important gender due to their past vunerability  and are getting all special care ? Females are able to have societies that try to empower them and have banks that give them favorable loans and stuff ,that's not my issue at hand .The reason more guys are getting pissed is because most guys end up being neglected in the 2000- 2020 and sorry but i don't see it stopping any time soon because people are really forgetting the male gender. What happens is that, if the male gender gets a small chance they start hating on the female gender and that's why many misogynists are risin...